Lesbian Novels & Stories

"Office," "Alright, Autumn, let's go." I pulled her hand and led her to the back. Lois was the bigger problem since she was a full-time lesbian and a playgirl. She's never committed to anyone. That was why she only had female workers and all except me were lesbians and her sex slaves. She hired them for her reason. Autumn stopped walking when we got close to the office door. I looked behind me and raised a brow. "Can't you hear that? Seems like your boss is busy,"

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

She finished off her glass of wine in a single gulp and Lisa poured her some more. "I'm fairly certain," I said, looking up at her from between her legs. "Another slave recently told me sexual orientation is not about who you fuck, it's about who you want to fuck. Since she preferred cunt all the time, she considered herself a lesbian. Since I would prefer cock, I'm heterosexual." "If you just started, how did you become so good?"

Kim had long since excused herself cause of the awkwardness, and I was left alone with her. She seemed like she had a question, "uhm... You can ask me anything..." I prompted and she asked "I don't mean to be rude, but are you gay?" "It's actually lesbian" I replied after smiling and I nodded. "Yes, I'm queer." "Oh" she nodded her head like she had just found out some new secret. "It's cool though, I don't have any problems with it. Also, if you feel like you need someone to talk to, you can always come to me. I'm always at the family house"

Kydence said. “Are you sure?” Lily asked. “Of course, it’s still a Shadow tradition, a Luna is the female version of an Alpha, so it’s perfect.” Kydence smiled. “Okay then, let’s get this party started.” Sofia said hugging Kydence and doing a little happy dance. “This is going to be the best day of our lives, you, me and Kolby are the luckiest she-wolves in the world to have been gifted them as our mates.”

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

She ambled towards me, and I was this close to just shvt her mouth with my lips, giving her a lesson. "You were expecting a she-wolf as a mate? What are you? A lesbian?" I asked sarcastically. To tell I had finally found her, and there she was looking for a she-wolf as a mate. 'Our assumption is right. She is not a normal she-wolf!' Zeb shook his head. 'What are we going to do now? Reject her?' He asked this time. 'Do you want me to reject her?' I couldn't fathom the idea of rejecting a gift from the moon goddess.

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck. Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognized as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues. Most lesbians didn't like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren't throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.