Lesbian G Novels & Stories

To block your period and stop your eggs from getting mature they do not want a pregnant woman in their hands neither do they want a girl flowing with blood with their drugs" "Pregnant how is that possible we are all women" "Most people here are lesbians but just as we have our underground house the makes also have theirs its somewhere around but I know nothing of it, we all donf know much about it justa n assumption but the boys will be here tonight,

Some were like you before I initiated them- proud of myself. She smiled. Karen wondered she was supposed to do. Smile too? A awkward smile appeared on her face. “Yesterday was great,” she repeated. “I mean…I kept thinking about it all through the night. It was this morning I realized it was just the sex but the person.” Was this how lesbians toast? Karen wondered. “You have a beautiful soul.” She placed her hand on Karen’s. “I’m not a lesbian, Lorna.” “But we made sparks yesterday. I enjoyed it as much as you did and I’ll be lying if I said I don’t want to do it again.”

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..."

But that was the nut of the problem. There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

:) WHO ARE YOU? She held her breath as she waited for the messenger to respond. Her emotions were so unpredictable lately and Fiana was acting so off beat that she feared the worst. Fiana discovered she was a lesbian in her early teens when she realized she had no interest in the flat and hard male body and an acute attraction to the luscious, soft curves of the female physique. Even when she arranged for sexual group encounters, she never directly interacted with the men; which often made Pam wonder why she did it in the first place. Fiana was a complicated person to understand in many ways, but she made Pam feel good about herself and that was something she needed.

Gemma said, glancing at you with a smile. "Oh, god no," Julie scoffed. "Honey, let me tell you - you ain't had a good pussy licking until you've been with a proper lesbian. Let me guess, he spends about five minutes down there, then pops and sticks it in?" Julie seemed to have the sense to try and at least pivot into whatever joke she wanted to get to, but Gemma wasn't letting her escape. "Actually," she said loudly. "It's more like twenty minutes of heaven."

It wasn't easy to see, but you could see it, though more by attitude than coloring, which was very subtle. She glanced at us, wondering what we thought of the comment. "Don't look at us," I said, "we're all wondering the same thing." "Are you all lesbians?" She asked. "Only Lucia," I answered, "but we all appreciate a nicely turned out woman anymore. We've all had sex with women. Reneé is bi, but you definitely look good enough to eat, even to me."

“Is it how your boyfriend broke your heart and you went to the club to get drunk to end up having a nightstand with a lady of your gender when you're clearly straight,” “Is it how you're automatically changed from straight to lesbian?” Leah said laughing hysterically with confidence.

Tiana chimed, tilting her red-head to Quinn's direction and I chuckled at how she encoded the tables in the school cafeteria like some board of chess. Tianarose Hartley, my holiday girl. She was a closeted lesbian contented in her own contracted wardrobe. She came out to our cheerleading team but not entirely to the whole school. I called her my holiday girl because we had this game that every special occasion, we had to make out. Whether it is Thanksgiving, independence day, or her dog's birthday, our game would engage flawlessly. We had no pinky string attached to each other because we had a mutual understanding regarding that matter and we also had this invisible decorated wall between us