Lesbian Novels & Stories

So much of the doubt and the confusion of my adolescence had been laid bare over the last three nights by one incredible woman. I am a lesbian, definitely on the femme side of the spectrum, and certainly more attracted to more masculine girls, for lack of a better term. But I also understood this was so new. I could understand why Taylor was hesitant. What do I do when I get back to school? Start wearing rainbow flags, join an LGBT group? Is it that simple? Of course it wasn't. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that a lesbian would not be welcome at my sorority.

It wasn't easy to see, but you could see it, though more by attitude than coloring, which was very subtle. She glanced at us, wondering what we thought of the comment. "Don't look at us," I said, "we're all wondering the same thing." "Are you all lesbians?" She asked. "Only Lucia," I answered, "but we all appreciate a nicely turned out woman anymore. We've all had sex with women. Reneé is bi, but you definitely look good enough to eat, even to me."

Cassandra raised her hand to her cheek, gently stroking her as she stopped at a red light. Selena held her hand, pressing her mouth to the center of her palm. “I don’t think that’s possible anyway. We’re lesbians!” Cassandra laughed, “I would say bi. Know your terms and… there’s always alternatives like the sperm bank, you know?” Selena pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of taking a random man’s seeds and getting inseminated by that.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

"Yes. I guess it was why I thought it would be okay being a lesbian. I wouldn't mind if I had to lick pussies for sex. Is there other ways for lesbians to have sex other than oral?" "You witnessed some yesterday," Rhonda replied. "Every time I was fucked was by a woman with a vibrator or wearing a strap-on. There's a couple other ways to pleasure each other. We can rub our cunts together in something called tribbing." "Why were you afraid of cocks?" I asked. "Well, they look big and it looks like it would hurt if they go inside of you." "The first couple times you have sex, it might hurt if the men aren't gentle, but it gets bet

I nodded; I could understand the situation from the werewolves’ perspective. For them, the situation was black and white when it came to the survival of the species, perhaps because they were one of the species most affected when near-extinction occurred. But seeing Liv talking to me openly about the subject made me realize that the fear had dissipated. “But you’re openly a lesbian, and I think that’s great,” I said without hesitation. She smiled genuinely. “Let’s just say I’m not a lesbian,” she said, and I frowned. “I can be with men and women without hesitation.”

She opens the door and leads us in. Her house is decorated with natural elements, arranged in interesting ways and colorful tapestries and crystals line shelves and walls. I take a seat on what she refers to as the couch and we talk for a while. About weather, books, boys and girls. She expresses a fondness for the girl who had made my library card and I grin. Same sex mates are rare among us wolves, and that makes them all the more special. "Have you told her that you like her?" I inquire, and Evers' face turns as pink as her hair.

I had taken a risky glance and saw the barrier the women had formed with their bodies. They were Xander’s men, obviously. But they couldn’t use force on any of the women here. I heard they were wives, girlfriends, and mates of important figures. Xander may be the lycan king, but it was all politics. And starting a war with a conflict that could have been avoided is bad politics. We run down multiple staircases. I don’t know how I’m able to run with heels. And this fast too. But it felt exhilarating. Instead of being worried about falling and breaking my neck, I wanted to laugh loudly at how freeing it felt.