Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

It was home. Walking through the double doors made of two inch thick mahogany wood, I inhaled the familiar scent of flesh, sweat, arousal, and cedar and clove. Not quite ambrosia, but pretty darn close to it. With the undertones of disinfectant that was a necessity in a public sex club, I thought of Smoke & Bone like it was my personal sanctuary. Nodding to the other players in the lobby I recognized, I made my way into the locker room. We weren't allowed to come or leave in our scene gear. Mine was packed away in the locker I paid for with my membership.

She chuckles “I’m getting too old to deal with stairs dear. And with all the dancers parading around, I figured this was safer—for you, at least. Wouldn’t want anyone harassing you along the way” I don’t say anything after that. The elevator chirps again and suddenly, it slides open, revealing a dim locker room. “This is where the changing happens” She leads me past a row of naked girls changing by the lockers Some chatting and others— I hold my breath as we pass two girls spread on the floor, pressed together in a hot frenzy of kissing, squeezing each other’s breasts and moaning loudly as the other dips her finger into her pussy, strumming deeply. My cheeks redden and I look around, noticin

Buying a most successful company of new York definitely made me popular here more than I was in Australia. When I quietly made my way inside I caught few men changing in the room and obviously I had to clench my jaw from breaking their faces if I found that they have been keeping stealing any glances at my wife. There is bench in between and lockers each side of it with good enough space for four people to walk together. The right side is for men and left for women. They also have separate washrooms in their sides which was easy for the racers to change with privacy and shower if needed.

AUTHOR’S POV. Stepping off the ice, the Westmore locker room was an absolute war zone of pure testosterone, flying athletic gear, and deafening noise. The heavy bass of a trap beat blasted from the corner speakers, vibrating up through the rubber floor mats and rattling the metal benches.

She'd given up on the thought years ago and embraced her sexuality like other lesbians out there, especially in America. A child. She shook her head and forced the thought at the back of her mind. Some things are just not meant to be. It hurts. ********** In the afternoon, she went to Dane's clinic. She greeted the three doctors that worked there. Two male doctors and one female. She walked deeper into the clinic, her eyes caught on a young patient on her hands and kneels, exercising. She walked through the second door. Dane was with a male patient, his hands holding the man's leg to the air and trying to straighten it gently. The man was groaning in pain.

“Absolutely, you know the way. We did remodel the room a bit but the lockers are still the same. I’ll send this information off to the technicians. You’ll love them.” Emma Jean grabbed her mother’s hand, leading her into the locker room. They undress to don the facility provided robes. Emma jean eyes raked over her mothers more muscular frame. All her life this woman seemed to exude confidence and magic. After giving birth to two kids her body looked as if it was the body of a busy twenty-year-old.

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.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

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.