Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

Lisa cuts her off before she has a chance to finish. "Can I see? I want to see how it's trimmed and see if that's what I want to do with mine." Lisa is already pulling Mom's robe open to look at her pussy. I know Lisa's plan isn't about trimming her pubic hair. It's all about getting Mom to expose her pussy to her.

"Your turn," I say, swinging my arm in their direction. They quickly reciprocate, peeling thin strips of material from between their ass cheeks and exposing their beautiful teenage pussies. Fuck! My cock hardens even more, if that's possible. Just like I thought, Kylie's pussy is completely bald, while the other girls have varying degrees of trimmed pubic hair. Lauren's is a cute brown triangular patch while Alex has a neatly trimmed rectangle of thick, black, curly hair. Petite Kristina has the most beautiful light blonde hair neatly trimmed around her pale pink pussy.

"I think she needs a haircut." "No. Please! I beg you. Don't do this," the omega begged. "Stop your whining, you're only making things worse," Margret grinned. She bent down beside the girl, gathered a handful of her hair, and cut through it with scissors. The girl cried as she watched pieces of her beautiful golden hair drop to the floor beside her. Margret shaved it down to the scalp. She cackled. "Now we're even, you slut. Don't think I don't smell the two-different cums on you. Now clean up your hair and get outta my sight." Magret stood up and gave the girl a solid kick. The omega let out a yelp and quickly grabbed her hair with tears streaming down her face. She paid her respects to th

The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the wall clock. The curtains hung half closed, blocking most of the light. A dull shadow spread across the floor, where strands of hair were scattered like fallen feathers. Lena sat on the edge of the bed with a blank face, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. Her fingers gripped it tightly, almost painfully, as if letting go would mean losing control. She lifted a lock of her hair and cut it off without care. The uneven strands dropped to the floor, mixing with the others.

The older woman gave the tiny teen a thankful smile, as she declared, "Keep learning the lesbian arts this fast and you'll be fucking Jennifer into a coma by tonight, sweetie." With a giggle, Beth climbed off the young girl's face and snuggled against her petite body, before capturing Brittany's wet lips for a lazy satisfied kiss. Beth moaned into the kiss, as she tasted her own pussy juices on the girl's lips and tongue. Brittany moaned and clung to the older woman in satisfaction and achievement at a job well done. The women lay together lazily kissing and trailing their hands over each other's naked bodies until Beth moaned into the kiss, "Are you ready to learn the next technique in the

Queenie quickly thanked her lifesaver and almost cried when she admitted how she almost grabbed a pair of scissors to save her life. Some people thought she was overly dramatic, but Queenie knew that her hair was almost as important as her life. She kept this hair for over six years, and the idea of cutting it off hurt her. Most ladies go for style changing cuts when they break up, but London was a queen. She wasn’t going to sacrifice her hair for some cheater! If she wasn’t willing to do that, she was even less willing to sacrifice it to some vibrator.

She'd stuck with it ever since. Harper hardly ever showed up. She always came running in late to training. Her reason was she had to redo her eyeliners or her entire makeup. Her hair needed to be braided in Elsa's style or must be in nice loose waves but she couldn't find her curling iron or the right foundation. Too flustered and panicky about how she looked to concentrate on the game. Harper had wanted to be in the coed team where she could play with boys, but she was too late to register in time. That was why she'd ended up in a Reject.

Jennifer, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk." "So it seems," Lara nodded, as she grabbed Jennifer's ankle and began to put the stocking on.. "I thought lesbians could try taking a girl's clothes off?"

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

This made Leah furious. “She thinks she’s special?” Leah said one day. “She’s nothing but a cursed slave!” Leah called Rina into her room. “Cut your hair,” she ordered. Rina looked at her in shock. “What?” “I said cut it! Or I’ll do it for you.” Rina refused. She couldn’t let go of the one thing that made her feel like herself. So Leah dragged her to the back of the house, grabbed a knife, and chopped off her hair.