Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

She felt Pam’s resistance to her being there, but attributed it to what had just happened. “Go away,” Pam wailed as she struggled to pull away from Fiana’s touch. She didn’t want to feel anyone’s touch right now, especially Fiana’s. Pam’s time spent with Darryl had raised a deep rooted confusion within her about her own sexuality; something she didn’t even know existed. She’d always attributed the fact that she was apprehensive about admitting to the world that she was a lesbian to the closed mindedness of the society she lived in. After spending those wonderful, carefree days with Darryl, she questioned if that was the real reason. Could it be more? Could it be that she, like so many othe

Bring 'em in. The guards finally pulled us out of the rain and into the building as the Lycan woman we had met at the door guided us into the room and helped us to navigate it. The room was full of people. Lycans mostly. Some wolves too. The seats were arranged in cubicles and seats of fours. At the center of each four seats was a table. At first, I couldn't see further than a few inches from me as I entered the room but as we walked on, I could see the room better. It was a whore house, a strip pub, and a bar, all in one.

She flies off my lap no doubt running for the warriors. Shit they could be showering or undressed. Liam and I run after her but her little ass is fast as hell. We catch up to her in the locker room excitedly talking and our men chuckle cause fuck is she cute. "yes they just said it. I was there Vince isn't that great!!",her voice goes high when excited. "Yes Luna, that is awesome but you're in our locker room and some of us aren't gonna be happy getting our butts kicked if your mates see us shirtless",Vince mumbles.

He towered over me, glaring into my soul with angry hazel eyes. "I wonder what the boys in there would say about a nerdy little girl like you in their locker room," Tony said. "Yeah, especially since they're all in there taking their baths. I mean, they just came back from early morning practice, I heard," Rachel said and peeped into the room. I glanced at the opened locker room, there were some towels, sports uniforms, and shoes around, which meant that they were truly inside. I swallowed at the thought of naked men seeing me and fear filled my body at what they might think of me or do.

He immediately walked into the lobby. At the innermost area, there were locker rooms for male and female employees. The murderous intent had disappeared from there. Sean looked solemn and swiftly went to the men's locker room. He then checked every dressing compartment, one by one. Since the entire hotel building had been booked by Blake, all employees were on leave. There was no one in the locker room. Sean found nothing. After he came out of the men's locker room, he immediately cast his gaze at the women's locker room.

The woman being fucked had her head bound. To my right, two women in matching black catsuits were kissing deeply and with hands buried between the other’s thighs, I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t a bar. This wasn’t even a swingers’ club. This was something else entirely. A private lesbian BDSM club. Velvet Thorn. The name suddenly made horrible, perfect sense. I stumbled backward“I...I think there’s been a mistake...” Strong hands caught me by the waist before I could stumble and fall. The grip was rough and it sent sparks all across my body.

Now, all she wanted was the quiet, steamy sanctuary of the women’s locker room to wash it all away. She pushed through the heavy door, the humid air enveloping her like a damp blanket. The main area was empty, rows of grey lockers standing silent sentinels. The only sounds were the distant, echoing drip of a showerhead and the low hum of the ventilation system. Perfect. Tossing her gym bag onto a wooden bench, she peeled her soaked tank top over her head, the fabric sticking to her skin. Her sports bra followed, and she took a moment, standing in just her high-waisted leggings, to run a hand over her slick abdomen, feeling the powerful tremble of her core muscles beneath her fingertips.

He waived their entrance f*e and held open the door for them. Inside they approached a counter where a woman handed the ladies each a clear plastic bag. There was a white bikini in each and a wrist band that activated the lock on one of the lockers inside the next room. They rushed off to go into the women's locker room with an excited look back at Ben. The woman smiled at Ben and handed him a bag as well. He looked nervously at the minimal amount of white fabric of his swim suit. He made his way into the men's locker room and found his locker.

I mutter to no one in particular, then slide off the stool and start for the bank of elevators. The locker room is magnificent, my mouth is hanging open as I stand in the middle of it, turning around as I admire the space. Opulence doesn't even begin to describe it, extravagant is definitely more befitting. Huge lockers line the walls—all of them red—and each one has a number. I look at the smooth key in my hand. Number 23. I scan the lockers, then find the one with that number. The key slips in effortlessly and the lock clicks the moment I turn it.

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian