Lesbian Free Use Novels & Stories

"Isn't... isn't that the sort of woman you prefer? Approve of? Feminist, progressive, strong-willed and independent?" "I... did say that. And that's true!" Then again, she wasn't as wrong as I wanted her to be about my harem of brainwashed sex slaves. Up until this afternoon, I certainly hadn't had many complaints about that aspect of the Seerenex proceedings. Feminism suited me just fine in the classroom and the voting booth, but when it came time to put my lesbian lovers to work begging for permission to suck my cock, I was leaving it at the door, and happily so. I amended, "At least on a macro level." "Macro level? What does that even mean?"

"Oh, thank you." Then, Maisie stood up and walked out without looking back. Seth followed her. "Where to now?" "Where can I buy a paper shredder?" "Probably an office supply store." "Take me there." "But a marriage certificate isn't exactly easy to shred." Maisie thought for a moment. "Then, I'll burn it." Seth smirked. "Alright." … "Have you really divorced him?" Maisie met Quincy for lunch. This time, Quincy wore not just sunglasses, but also a mask.

She smiled, "wooow.. you know all that?" I sighed not trying to think about last night and me on my laptop going through these stupid lesbian groups on F******k. They were full of shitty narrow minded people who thought they were real lesbians because they didn't have kids or sleep with a man.. I looked at Meagan, "makes me wonder if they even know what a lesbian is? Coz they make it about sex and kids forgetting that we are females regardless of our sexuality and females pop out children." Meg laughed, "eat and preach at the same time..."

The world was always cruel and wicked and right now they were free to believe and listen to everything that they wanted. “Lesbian,” the first voice shouted and the door to the washroom I was in got banged. I removed my swimming costume and went ahead to dry my body with the towel as more voices began shouting. “Lesbian, Lesbian, Fatrez the lesbian,” the voces came by as they thumped my bathroom door.

Brianna was warped enough she'd wanted mother and daughter fucking her at the same time. "You assume correctly, Mistress," I replied. "It extended to anything not prohibited by the law." Brianna was quiet several seconds. "If it's not against the law and wouldn't result in arrests on my property, I guess I'm not going to quibble about it. Until recently almost everything we did here was against the law until someone realized lesbianism was a natural state for some people and shouldn't be designated a criminal act. However, I will not demand my slave do the same towards her parents or brother. I'll leave that up to their moral discretion."

Not that he took advantage of it, but it was technically on the table at all times. We knew she was sexually active. Layla was gorgeous, outgoing, and had boys lined up around the block attempting to court her. Naturally, she was confident and naive, and sometimes put herself into situations that might put her in danger, especially with the open interpretation of the free use laws. If she crashed on someone’s couch, for instance, the male owner of the home might choose to enact free use privileges as owner of the home. Women were allowed to refuse free use, but it came with a fine and up to 30 days in jail.

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about the weather. "First, royal marriages will no longer be based on birth alone. No shewolf will be used as a political tool regardless of their background, marriage history, or whether they choose to be marked. "Second, there will be no forced etiquette training, no curfews, no alcohol bans, no dress restrictions, and no mandatory prayer. "Third, any restriction imposed on shewolves in the name of correction is illegal. "Fourth, any discrimination against shewolves based on birth, marriage status, and pack origin will be prosecuted directly by the crown. Offenders will lose all rights to inheritance."

"Still, I can't help but want to stay because it is beautiful. Why will you pull off your clothes when am standing in the same room with you?" Maria turned her head, catching a glance at her linen pajamas scattered on the floor. "Haven't you seen the naked body of a woman before?" she asked, startled. "I have! Only in rare occasions," Uju replied quickly. "That is satisfactory. Unless you are into me will you feel awkward seeing my naked body." "Must I be into you before I say my mind?" Maria removed the bedsheet on her bed and gave them to Uju. "You don't have to be a lesbian for you to say your mind. After all, this is America. You can say and do whatever your like," she said.

“We really oughta do something about that,” muttered Freya. “Not just with the brothels, but everywhere.” “Yeah, I agree,” Lucifer replied. “But not on date night, alright? Any other night but tonight. Although… a bit of small-time slave freeing could be a fun post-coital activity, yeah?” “Listen to you - ‘post coital activity’. You sure do know how to keep things nice and romantic.” Although Freya chuckled at Lucifer’s choice of words, for some reason it nagged at her in the back of her mind. It seemed too… programmatic.

I glared at them. "Just preventing from getting AIDS,” I uttered. Andrei's lips twitched as he looked at me. "Don't you know how delicious heaven is?" laughing he says. "Porn videos are enough," I said. "Damn it," they both hissed and laughed. I could do nothing but smile. I never bed anyone in my life. As I was growing up, Mommy always reminded me the importance of women so maybe that is how I felt. I will never bed someone I do not love.