Lesbian Mask Novels & Stories

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

“He can’t even shift, Ella.” She crinkles her brow, her mouth parting to ask me what I’m even talking about, no doubt. “What did you see under that lake during the Rite?” My words hang in the air between us. She rolls her puffy, bruised lower lip between her teeth. “A queen wearing a mask of moonstone.” “Guess who has that mask now?” “I already knew,” she whispers.

We all watched as the girls left the stage and another lone figure came out. She wore a black leather bodysuit with a matching mask, holding a horsewhip. I smiled. She reminded me of Catwoman. The mask covered almost all of her face and I wondered if, like us, she was someone who wanted to be incognito or just one of her acts.

Anyone in the city knows what went douleur est érotique. He sat down, the beer by his right and the masked girl dancing in front of him. She swayed from left to right, twisting almost like a snake. She bends, brushing her fingers against his bulge. Fuck. His nether rose to the call. He was not getting it out. The girl was giving the best, but not enough to override the demons. “What do think she would look like dead” one said. She continued to move, this time falling on his thighs. She ground her way, roughing his trousers but it was only making the whispers loud.

She wore a fox mask adorned with red feathers, revealing a cunning smile and dark brown eyes that blazed with a playful fire. Kline looked beautiful and mysterious in a midnight blue silk long dress that flowed with her every movement. She wore a moth mask adorned with blue crystals, revealing blue eyes that looked calm but held a captivating sadness. And Lalisa… that night she was the brightest star. She was in a pure white strapless long dress adorned with pearls and lace. It made her look like a beautiful and fragile swan princess. She wore a white swan mask adorned with soft feathers, revealing only her full lips and large, round eyes that sparkled with nervousness and excitement.

"Be careful, mi niña. Don't let anyone see you." I slipped out the back window of the quarters, avoiding the main gravel driveway entirely. I ran through the dark, muddy fields behind the estate, the cold night air biting at my bare ankles beneath the robe. When I reached the narrow, garbage-strewn alleyway behind Club Máscara, the smell of stale beer and damp brick hit my nose. There was no time to go to the dressing room safely. I ducked behind a row of heavy metal industrial dumpsters, the shadows completely swallowing me. My hands were shaking as I ripped off the heavy silk robe, letting it drop into a clean plastic bag I kept hidden behind a loose brick. I stood there in the freezing Ma