Lesbian House Party Novels & Stories

I was gifted a new car last year for my twenty-fifth birthday. The GPS took me to where the party was holding. I called Lola while I was in the car, and she picked me up, telling me to find her at the bar inside. I came down and went into the party. It was held at a huge mansion, and I almost didn't feel like something was wrong when I passed by two girls kissing. The lesbians weren't the problem, and the huge status of a man behind them gave me the ike. Should I have come to the party? What if it was a gay party?

On the outside, she looked naive, but on the inside, she was a live wire. It was therefore no surprise to Luna when Lisa announced that the bachelorette party was going to start and end in clubs. The itinerary was to keep bouncing from one club to another until the night was over. The other bridesmaids and friends of Lisa were enthusiastic at first, but as the night progressed, most of them fizzled out. Unlike them, Lisa was still an energetic party animal. Most of her friends had to throw in the towel and call taxis to take them back to the hotel. However, for some reason, Luna still stayed beside Lisa. It was just two of them remaining. It was already past midnight.

DAMIAN Landon grinned like a devil, “It’s gonna be insane. The house is going to be packed. The alcohol is endless. It's a backyard pool party but as usual anyone that wants to go inside to hook up can do whatever they want. It's gonna be fun!” Dominic leaned in, “Crazy stuff, bro. And we all know Landon has private rooms everywhere. Perfect place to get them thirsty girls.” I scoffed, “No thanks.” Jay stared at me, offended, “You’re saying no? To a party? Are you sick? Dying? Cancer?”

“Fine. I’ll play along.” She reaches into her oversized handbag and pulls out three glossy cards, her eyes sparkling. “Girls!” she calls, flashing the cards. “We are going to Mi Amor Casa for a proper bachelorette party.” My jaw drops. “Oh my gosh!” Avery practically leaps. “Yes! Let’s go shake this city up!” ~~~~~ Thirty minutes later, the three of us step into the largest club in town. Mi Amor Casa is alive. Music throbs from every speaker, neon lights spin across the dance floor, and laughter mingles with the bass shaking the ground beneath us.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

At that time, alternative couples came, with groups of lesbian orgies, in addition to a group of male orgies called the house of the good bear. The house of the good bear was a house that housed several families of LGBT origin, with a tendency to create a large male family of big, stocky men, as well as hairy ones who shared their sexual dreams of the biggest and big party that took place in the city, which released general. The groups of hairy lumberjacks who cut down trees in the forests and mountains, nicknamed Daddy Bear, his wife bear, his son bear, a gay trio to complete the only member of the group of lumberjacks and thick and hairy men called the group of bears.

She said, a little louder than her typical self. I paused. I’ve not been to Guts Island before, so I know nothing about the so-called Xavier Party. “Xavier party?”. I posed, hoping she would discern the confusion in my voice. “Yes, it’s a vagina party held in Xavier Le Premiere square, once every year. I’m buying tickets for you and I”. she said. “Okay”. I said, not minding that it was worth haggling over. Vagina parties are weird parties, because during such parties, the bathrooms were frequently raided by dicks that had found pussies to punch.

I stopped talking, Leah was sitting across, clutching her top as if her life depended on it. I moved closer. Like the space between us wasn't wide enough, she moved to the end of the seat. I don't know whether to smile at the cute behavior. Or feel sad that she is repulsed by me. At least she was getting angry this time around. “I think the theme should be pink, since the night party theme is also pink,” she said. “Where is the party taking place?” she asked in a monotonous voice. “The Beach House” I replied, eyes glued to her face, she looks glowy. Like a very beautiful glow.

“We’ll be careful and check it out first. And I’ll stay close to you, just in case.” Her words seemed to comfort him enough that he nodded, and they began following the sidewalk that the perky vampires had gone down. When they reached the corner they had turned down, they could hear music blaring from a few doors down. Up ahead, Piper and Anderson we’re walking up the steps to a big brick house that had big Greek letters nailed onto its porch. “It’s a frat house.” Leena laughed. “It’s a college party.” “I would’ve rather it been murderers.” Laran sighed. He looked a little foolish for being so paranoid, but Leena didn’t rub it in his face. Instead, she pulled her arm away from him and hurrie

“That’s because Brendan handles the marketing and he’s a total cheeseball, but the contest is legit. And it’s cooler than it sounds. The House of Wolf throws a huge party every year with drinks, dancing and lots of hot guys, obviously.” "What’s the House of Wolf?" Bella asked, rereading the flier for a trace of an explanation. “It’s kind of a… well… I’m trying to find a way to explain without making it sound weirder than it is.” “Okay…” Not off to a promising start. “It’s kind of like a gentleman’s club. There’s a night club and a dungeon where the more fetishy stuff happens.” “Fetishy?” Bella asked warily. “Like BDSM?”