Lesbian Mask Novels & Stories

Once again on display. "The final touch..." I slid on the bunny mask—a sleek, velvet half-face piece with long satin ears. Just enough mystery to make a man curious, and a billionaire lose control. "It’s time to be a whore."

" If Kate succeeded, she would not only be debt free, but she would finally have enough money to leave the city and find somewhere else where she wouldn't be known. A fresh start. And if tonight went as planned, she would also be closing her OnlyFans account. Unfortunately, the client had made a specific request this time. It had to be a full video, but Kate had thought it through and requested for a mask. Now, she sat waiting, and the digital clock struck again. One minute left. It was at that moment when her confidence was starting to disappear that the door opened, and Alan and Liam walked in, and stopped. The dark red room wasn't the only preparation that Katharina had made for the night

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

On the other hand, before Luna could even take off her cloak, Konrad immediately made her wear a silver mask that looked the same as his. "Is the mask uncomfortable? I made sure it would be to your liking but you might have found something you don't like," Konrad said to her in a considerate manner—although his voice was now monotonous because of the mask that his research group made with an attached voice changer—as he carefully caressed the mask on Luna's face. The woman just smiled inside the mask but it wasn't seen as only their eyes were the only part that were free from it. "This is fine. You don't have to worry. Let's enter your kingdom, shall we?" Luna said in an assuring tone before

Her feminine charms which exuded from all over her body caused a lot of men who passed by revealing a surprised expression. Fortunately, Lysithea was wearing sunglasses and a mask which almost covered the entirety of her face. Otherwise, she would definitely cause an uproar with her unworldly, ethereal appearance.

It seemed Peach always had a story about fucking famous people, or at least someone in their inner circle anyway. Leo had tipped his cousin off the theme of the masquerade was dark fairytale, so Ivanna had planned her makeup according. When Amber glanced at herself in the full length mirror in her room, she legit barely recognized herself. The Spider Queen was alive and well bitches! Her eyes were in smoky shades of grey and black, her cheeks perfectly contoured to give her more definition than God had given her. Ivanna hadn’t bothered with fake lashes, as they would only interfere with her mask, but thankfully God hadn’t been stingy in that department to begin with. She already had long, th

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

A figure stepped into view. She wore a baggy gray-and-white hoodie, the hood pulled low over her face, and cropped pants that showed off her pale ankles—clean, slender, striking. Her face was mostly covered, save for a gleaming mask shaped like a Lotus—etched in gold filigree over a dark, reinforced alloy. Elegant. Mysterious. And unmistakable. Everyone in the Alliance knew that mask. Only the Lotus wore it. Saxon’s eyes widened slightly before she lowered her weapon.

“I have friends in charming places.” She opened the envelope slowly. The card inside was velvety black with embossed lettering. It glittered faintly in the morning sun. You are cordially invited to La Notte di Maschere – The Night of Masks. Where secrets speak and silence listens. Formal attire. Mask required. Identity optional. “It’s just a party,” Sebastian added quickly. “Well, technically a fundraiser for some museum project, but mostly a place where bored elites wear pretty masks and try not to start scandals.”

Do I know her? She is wearing a lilac dress that flows down her body, kissing her curves and putting some nice boobs on display. No, I surely would remember those. The color of the dress matches her mask, like everybody else’s does. It’s quite common actually. Hers, on the other hand, has her looking regally. She has her hair falling on her shoulders like a black silky waterfall. I don’t do dark haired. I’m still staring as my thought has me tearing back to reality. I look back to my date as her voice and the loud music which faded momentarily hits me back full force. My thoughts, however, wander back to the masked woman that just had caught my attention.