Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

A large locker demarcated into various locked sections stood at one corner of the room. The room was pretty decent. At least it wasn't leaking. That I hoped for anyways although it didn't look like it would leak. I was wondering why they would let me stay in such a large room alone when the door barged open and a group of three angry looking girls barged into the room. "What do you think you are still doing in here? You bitch! Get your dirty self down for some work!" One of the girls barked. "Wait, perhaps were you hoping we get the whole work done all by ourselves?" The second one snarled as they made their way towards me, hands folded across their chests.

"I don't want her to get into trouble at her job or out her as a submissive. How do I keep that from happening?" "Her department already knows she's a lesbian, right?" "Yes, she's made that clear to everyone." "Well, she can't wear slave gear to work, except possibly a few piercings she could get away with. No collars or cuffs, possibly something very subtle in a bracelet, but for safety reasons having to do with getting strangled, necklaces are usually out. No nudity under her clothes. She's got to look like a civilian in the locker room or exercise room. Fresno, despite its size, will be a little more insular than Los Angeles. If you take her out on the town, she can look sexy, but not slu

They had almost everything inside, from medical supplies to war-type equipment, and they even had specific training grounds on each floor where I kept hearing people's screams. "We're here, Miss Asterbelle." Butler Zen opened the glass door ahead of us. "What is this place?" My lips parted in disbelief as I gazed upon the wide variety of outfits for women's use. "As you can see, this room is for our female pack members. It's usually occupied by them, but since the Alpha informed us ahead of time of your arrival today, all of them agreed not to go here," he responded. "Are all of these supposed to fit me?"

We’re an incestuous little group; I’ve slept with four of the regulars and another couple of the drop-ins, and I don’t think there’s anyone who has never hooked up with a teammate. The locker room vibe is always a little sexual, but it doesn’t freak anybody out the way it might if the team was mostly straight, or a gay/straight mix. It’s a gay swim club, after all. If we didn’t sleep with each other, there’d be something wrong with us.

He grabbed my arm and for the first time in my life, I realized the lace and heels won't save me. “Stay behind me” he growled. “Like hell I will!” I snapped, my survival instinct finally kicking the lust out of my system. I wrenched my arm back extended my claws and tore through the lace gloves I'd spent 40 dollars on that morning. “Jax, where are they? I asked “Front door and the service alley,” Jax gasped. Stepping into the room and slamming the broken door shut. “They've got silver vapor grenades, Rox. The guys on the floor…. They didn't even have a chance to shift. They're just lying there.”

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,

"I have been playing and coaching field hockey for over thirty years. I've been on countless teams, and I doubt there has ever been a single one that didn't have lesbian players on it. Not including me, of course. And almost inevitably, the ones with supportive, loving, accepting families are more stable, happier and generally well adjusted. The ones without usually carry deep emotional scars. "My sexuality is not important to my coaching. I don't announce it or make it an issue. I doubt many straight coaches begin their first practice telling their teams that they are not gay, so I don't see any reason why I should do the opposite. But I am not ashamed of who I am, or whom I love." She look

She chuckled as we walked back to the locker room, “Or else poor Iesha will get suffocated being surrounded by so much testosterone all the time.” The locker room had chandeliers, vanity dressers with makeup and jewelries. It was certainly not an average locker room, but one that smelt like exotic flowers with different musky scents. I smiled along with her and thanked the maid who had already taken the liberty of taking my clothes into the laundry and keeping my guns and knives with holsters in my room. Zain had told me about his suspicions, and despite not telling his wife about it. I knew what I had to do. I needed to make sure who that person was and get answers before something terrible

I said, rubbing my nose. "We brought you in where it was quieter," Liv said. I looked around. I was in a bedroom, sitting on a couch against the wall, opposite the bed. It was nice and quiet, cool too. It was a good place to sleep. Maybe they would rape me while I was asleep. That would be pleasant, I decided. Did that make me a lesbian? "Are you girls really lesbians?" I asked. "Yes, we are," Liv said, moving closer. I suddenly realized that we were all dressed in nothing but bras and panties.

I squirmed and ran out of the locker room. That was close! I stood at the entrance of the locker room and raise a brow in disbelief as I stared at the sign above. It is tagged 'Male's locker room'. WHY THE FUCK IS THE PAINT AND DESIGN THE SAME? SOMEONE COULD EASILY MISTAKE BOTH OF THEM.