Lesbian Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

I hope to touch base with you on social media soon! About the Author Multi-genre author of Victorian maritime romance/family saga, Heiresses in Love, and 18 other books. Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and two cats. She has been writing for a little over twenty-five years, with more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 21 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, dramatic fiction, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

Stories were told, not of a hero and a villain, but of sisters who broke a cycle no crown could break. In far cities, nobles who once called Sirelia “usurper” knelt before the monument and whispered, “I see you now.” In the north, an elder wolf howled beneath the moon: “That’s for the Queen of Flame—and the Queen of Frost.” In the Archive, the last page of Elara’s story glowed as if written by unseen hand: They chose not to erase pain, but to rise above it, together. As the moon rose, the statue kept watch.

That was the prologue. The real story starts now. We are going to follow the journey of these two women who are from opposite sides of the world. We are entering the untamed planes of Africa. An unconquered land with more secrets and treasures than anyone could ever dare to hope for. Throw in a few supernatural creatures, lame banter between friends and more than a few scenes dedicated to u-haul lesbian drama. This story is dedicated to Laro, my best friend and partner in crime. Thank you for calling me out on my bullshit and reminding me that all my goals are just a few dozen steps out of reach.

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

I quickly turned back, pretending not to notice him, and tried to focus on the ongoing gossip. One of the maids let out a sharp gasp. “Did he really have to disrespect our lady by bringing her in?” “Our lady?” I frowned, piecing their words together. ‘She must mean Marielle.’ I muttered under my breath. Even though she’s not officially married to him, carrying his child is enough for her to be the lady of the house. The murmurs grew louder. “Our lady must be turning in her grave at this sight.” Someone hissed. “First, he impregnated her sister, and now he’s brought her pregnant sister into his home. I respected the Lycan King, but this is just evil.”

When stone the warlord saw the way Lucy watched the men make out with the women and wished to be touched but decline herself not to make herself too cheap to the men. And as a princess, she do not want her name to be tainted that she was making out with a random man. She was new to the aspect of making love to a man, she was a lesbian and no only to make love to women and not men. Seeing how the women in the hall moans and jerk in a kind of way makes her hot and flushed with Pleasures like she was the one being handled that way. She licked her lips at intervals especially when she saw a man eating out a girl's private chamber and squeezing hard onto the girl's two full rounded breast.

"She might enjoy that, though I warn you. Even though we've gotten her to loosen up a little and accept sexual favors from females, she's shown no inclination to lick cunt in return, Mistress." "Well, I always have you for that, don't I?" "Yes, Mistress, you do. Lisa, Rhonda and I. Rhonda is a lesbian and the best cunt licker here. She has to get ready for work at 10:30, but until then, she's yours." "That's another story I need to hear. How you acquired a lesbian slave." "We definitely have a lot to discuss, Mistress, and the whole evening to discuss it. I can even tell you while Rhonda licks your cunt, if you can pay sufficient attention, or while you're licking Shasta if you're inclined t

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Psyche showed her sisters all sorts of magnificent riches and made sure they enjoy their luxurious stay. But when they started mentioning the whereabouts and the identity of her partner, she invented an impromptu story that her lover was a handsome young man whose cheeks were still smooth without a beard and chest still soft but warm with a love for her.

And the mention of her parents made her slightly bitter. “Cassia,” the blonde woman murmured. “Albius’s pack - and yes, they were a pack - they were one of many ‘rogue’” - here she raised one hand to make air quotes - “packs rounding up women. Werewolf, human, Lycan…” She looked at the woman in front of Cassia, who nodded and took over.