Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

It seemed happy from the first few weeks, until one day. “A reminder just came from our founder, please check your lockers immediately. Good luck and have a sweet nightmare.” Why in the world would he say such a word? Like 'Oh my Lord', what’s with the “Have a sweet nightmare?” It gives me the creeps and goosebumps every time that anonymous person is on MOD stand. He never showed his face to anyone, I guess, but who knows? About the lockers, once you turn eighteen and complete training, your trainer will give you a key which is for your locker, obviously. Well, I’m on high rank now, but I’ve never opened that locker. Since we were told to do so, I’m going to see what’s inside for the very fi

The heavy door to the visitor’s locker room clicked shut, swallowing the boisterous, deep-voiced echo of the New York Warriors’ defensive line. Just like that, the corridor was plunged back into a cold, clinical quiet, leaving Liam alone under the buzzing glare of the fluorescent lights.

So that I have no regrets in the end. I slowly turned my back on him and walked away. "You girls go ahead. I will just put these books in my locker,” I said to them when the last class for the day ended. They both nodded. "We will wait for you in the parking lot," Elize said. I nodded and continued arranging my things. The locker room is in the other building so it will take me a while. The girl's locker room is separated from the boys. The restrooms are also there, so they are separated.

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

Lily cried and Leonardo staggered trying to stand up Lily made to assist him but he pushed her away, making his way down the ring, he staggered through the crowd to the locker room and Leonardo followed him "Leonardo!" Lily called as she went after him but Leonardo didn't stop till he entered the locker room She made to go after him but she was stopped by some built men in front of the locker room "This locker room is for males and no female is allowed entry" they said so Lily stood outside the locker room, pacing and waiting for Leonardo to come out and after a while, he finally did His face was cleaned up now though still swollen and he looked packed up and ready to leave with his backpack

Damn, that felt good. Her lips curl into a small smile. "I think we will do just fine." Her freckled nose twitches. "Lets get you taped up, and see what you're made of." Debs props her foot on the bench in the locker room. Apparently they do have a women's bathroom, but a lot of the room in here is used for storage. There's old boxing bags, and equipment sitting in the showers. "You know how to wrap your hands?" Debs asks, grabbing on my palms.

We didn’t technically count as a higher pack family anymore, but Perrin pulled some strings and both Ethan and I have had access for years. Slipping lightly through the lobby, I make my way into the locker room. The facility was abandoned this late in the evening, and the clinical smell of antiseptic and cleaners filled my nostrils. As large as the Lodge was, there was only one sauna. Bathing suits or minimal sports-wear was the dress code, but seeing as I was all to myself it didn’t matter. I dropped my clothes on a bench and grabbed a towel. Cranking the dial outside of the sauna room door, I headed on in.

She looked longingly, but per doctor’s orders, it was off limits until after the birth. “Gabriel, this is amazing,” she said breathlessly. “How come I didn’t know this before?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. It just didn’t come up?” I really had no answer. Telling her I forget the level existed sounded lame. “There’s locker rooms too, so you can shower and blow dry your hair and do that girl stuff if you want.” She laughed. I loved hearing that laugh. Zee perked up. Our mate is content. Good job, human.

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

GhostBella: “Guys, I have an even bigger scoop on the lesbo couple. A few days ago, I was in the gym showers. Grace was there too. It was just me, her, and some other girl. We all went to the stalls to shower, but then… I started hearing noises. Moaning. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but it kept going. I checked the stalls, and guess what? The stall Grace Larsen was in—there were those sounds again. I swear they were f***ing each other. In the showers. Disgusting.” My breath catches in my throat.