Lesbian Mask Novels & Stories

Did Leandro happen to like her mask? This is outrageous!

This is a masquerade party! "Here's your mask, Aliyah. I almost forgot. You have to wear this the whole time if you don't to be recognized on the next day," Cristel said while giving me the mask. "Why is that?" "You know? It is a party that you can do anything you want. You can just ignore the fact that you are a fine lady, drink, dance, curse, and be wild, no one cares, no one will know it is you. Enjoy the party to the fullest because I know it will never happen again."

My escape from the tight coil of frustration and tension Dalton had wrapped around me all week. Walking back through the crowded mall, bags swinging, laughter spilling again, I felt lighter. My anger toward Dalton hadn’t disappeared, but it had shifted. It wasn’t just irritation anymore; it was a combustible mixture of defiance, excitement, and that spark of anticipation for a night where I could be completely myself, uninhibited and unapologetic. “Oh! I forgot to mention. It is a masquerade party, so I got you a mask. Only rule is that no matter what happens, you do not remove the mask. Club rules,” Lila stated with a shrug.

A woman stood in the center, giggling drunkenly as she unhooked her bra to the wild cheers of the men surrounding her. My wolf growled in revulsion. This wasn't a masquerade—it was a thinly veiled orgy, the masks merely providing the illusion of anonymity for actions they'd never admit to in daylight. "Alpha Blackwood?" A purring voice interrupted my thoughts. A woman in a silver cat mask and a dress cut so low it barely contained her ample cleavage pressed herself against my arm. "I've been waiting for someone like you all night." I stared down at her, letting my contempt show plainly.

Looking at me, she said with a haunting smile, “I have the perfect mask for you.” She handed me a mask that made me feel like a young girl in its eloquent playfulness. The little silk cat mask had beautiful black crystals surrounding the eyes and the whiskers. All around the edges there was a raven-black delicate lace. As she placed it on my face, she slowly rubbed her finger down my cheek. I gave her a shy smile and she assured me that I would have an amazing night.

Even with the mask I could see how gorgeous she was. The mask she chose to pair with her dress was a Luna full face mask. The mask had a white & gold base dripping with Swarovski Crystals which has been delicately decorated with a gold & white swirling glitter design. She was decked in gold from head to toe and it suited her, she seemed so regal. On her feet she wore a high heel, Red with gold straps, Roman gladiator evening Stilettos.

It still felt strange sometimes, but I loved it, it felt like freedom. My makeup was a statement on its own. A smoky look that darkened my eyes, making them sharper, more dangerous, paired with deep red lipstick that matched my dress perfectly. And then there was the mask. The one Liam had chosen. It was elegant, black with intricate silver detailing curling along the edges, delicate patterns that traced around my eyes like vines. It covered just enough to hide me while still leaving room for curiosity. The former Anika would have never worn something like this.

Hasen said as he took out a box and placed it on the table. Amanda grabbed some and examined them. They are modern masquerade ball masks, some of which were white, black, or silver in color. They were embellished with sparkling glitter, side feathers, jewels, and glossy silk. There are half, full, or had handles that cover the upper part of the face. "I will go now, I—" Jin said as he stood up, but he was pushed by back Hasen and Goro. "Hey man! No fair! Have some fun as well!" Hasen pats his back and side-hugged him, "Come with us to the nightclub!"

I looked damn sexy, challenging, and nonchalant in the lingerie I was wearing and this time, I fucking loved it. I took a particular mask that caught my attention. It was a black and white mask with little stones on it. It covered my entire face, not revealing even an inch and that made it the perfect choice. Although to completely hide my identity, I hid my hair in a short black wig. It reached down to my shoulders and no one could recognize me like this. I couldn't even recognize myself.

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.