Lesbian Literature Novels & Stories

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..."

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair. I loved lesbian books and p**n so much that I had secretly wanted to be a lesbian adult actor. “Yes Mummy,” the second female lead moaned. Slurpy gliding sound of wet pussies brushing over each other resounded loudly into my ears. I wanted so badly to be a part of this. I sorted my legs high on my table, pushing off the distracting book that laid on my way with my right leg. It landed face down with a loud thud. I didn’t care.

“Try this one. The writing is sharp.” We talked for twenty minutes about authors we both loved. Her name was Elena. She worked as a graphic designer and came to the bookstore most Tuesdays when her schedule allowed. I told her I freelanced as a copywriter, which was true enough. When she left that day she said, “Maybe I’ll see you next week.”

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

my manager asks me, even my co-Model who was with me in the changing room got curious. "We're dating that's it," I said then shrug, like can I said I was her Slave? no, it's not gonna happen it's a secret, Black Angel Society was a known LGBTQ community Society of course, from outside they know it was a brotherhood and sisterhood for LGBTQ members rich or poor, they know some stuff like Racing or any sports or casino only for the members, and there is this Famous island that exclusively only members can go, it's really expensive so rich members can. "Shun Yu is a Lesbian we know it but she's so hot," My co-model Lian said, I just smile.

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

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