Lesbian Mask Novels & Stories

“Mask?” The Masque was a private club owned by Lady Clement, who apparently had a thing for masquerade balls. In addition to hosting her annual masquerade, Lady Clement required that members of The Masque where masks—as well as surrender their phones at the entrance—to protect everyone’s privacy. I was certain that there was some sexual component to the mask requirement as well, but I tried not to think about that.

She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the corner where a man sells vagina masks. “Need pretty masks for the party, I got the best”. The man was American, I could tell that from his accent. “Give us two”. Laura said. The man selected two masks from the pile of masks on his table. “Have this”. He handed the masks to Laura. “Three cents”. Laura took the masks from him and dropped a dollar bill on the man’s desk. “Here is three cents and a tip”. She turned to me and handed one of the masks to me. “Have your mask, Betty”.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

However, when he considered that this matter involved Gwyneth, he suppressed his annoyance and agreed to see her. Judy entered the office a short while later. Liam was stunned when he saw her. It appeared that his assistant was telling the truth. When Judy entered Liam's office, she removed the mask and hat she had been wearing. It did not bother her to allow Liam to see her current condition. All she wanted to do was bring Gwyneth down. She asked, "Liam, have you seen this? Do you see the hives on my face?" Judy walked toward Liam as she spoke.

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

a lady made a grand and obscure entrance that had the most elaborated and detailed mask of a devil hound that symbolizes a powerful presence. Her clothing was a slit black backless dress that showed her backside revealing her soft white skin. She was indeed a Luna Ishtar. Her scent was very silky and a very potent aphrodisiac to any Hewolf who dares approach her. It's was spell binding. Her skin was showing. it was milky white that was subdued by her clothing that had magic to suppress it and it's mild effect to make her a bit approachable to the 'Council' that she was about to attend.

I felt like I was naked with only a sliver of fabric over my body, concealing nothing. Maybe the mask would make me feel better. So I placed the bedazzled, masquerade mask over my eyes and tied it behind my head. It was in the shape of a cat, sitting prettily on my face with its ears peeking up. I applied the blood red lipstick, Fiona had instructed me to wear along with the mask. I leaned into the mirror, staring back at my reflection. I had transformed into a bad ass, cat woman. All that was missing was a whip and I was ready to star in a movie.

The moment it touched her hands, a deep sense of unease flashed across her face. "Where is she?" "Leena!" "Leena!" Several voices called out behind her. A group of young girls crowded into view. They were all under 20. The youngest looked barely 12. Every one of them was skinny, dark-skinned from sun and dirt, and dressed in deliberately shabby clothes, clearly trying to make themselves less noticeable. They gathered behind Leena, staring warily at Hayley's green mask. In Ark Two, masks meant power. They meant someone important.

Nora stopped and hit the wall. “You're right,” Alvin replied. “We should go to a hotel, then. Fortunately, I have my debit card in my pocket.“ Nora nodded her reply, her gaze looking uncertain and anxious. “We still have the problem of your face, though. I'm sure as hell not going to allow you to do what you suggested some minutes ago.“ “Damn!“ Alvin cursed. “Is there a way I can get a mask here?“ Nora stared at him like she was thinking about something. She opened her bag and shuffled round the corners before bringing out a tiny doctor's nose mask—big enough to cover from his nose to chin.

Judd said as he used a cloth to remove the excess lube and helped her to stand. "One last item," he said. He presented her with a black Venetian lace mask. "I have one like it. Well, nearly anyway. The Fantasy Ball is a masquerade. No one will ever know who we are." Using the tip of her forefinger, Jessi lightly stroked the beautiful creation. Delicate black filigree would cover most of her face from her upper lip to her forehead, and the mask had dramatic white rhinestone brows that arched from the inner corners of her eyes to the middle of her temples. She held the mask in place while Judd fastened it behind her head.