Lesbian Polyamory Novels & Stories

he ordered. "She wondered if she should treat Lisa as a daughter-in-law since she's sleeping with her son. Lisa said she'd be honored to be considered as such. Afterward, we called my parents. Both of them were on the phone when we explained the situation to them. They admitted to us they were in an open marriage, each of them going out with other people, having sex with them. They'd been doing so for the last ten years. After we told them we were in a polyamorous relationship, Mother asked me what it was like to have my cunt licked by a woman. She's never been with a woman."

However, I know Penny brings with her the demise of this promise. Am I worried about the arrangements we would have if her, “Can I have you both” come true? Not really. Threesome is far in comparison to all the weird sex rendezvous I have had. And to be true - Polyamorous is a thing today no one can deny. Lucius and I have done this once, long back in high school. Liked the same girl, fucked the same girl… together. Later, he shut that door, claiming it to be our horny perky days. I bet, he would open it again for Penny.

I would not let him dictate my life. Leonard, ever curious, tried another angle. “If you hate love so much, why not assemble a harem? Or at least take a few consorts? It would be a kind of commitment to a specific group of women but it doesn't tie you down to one woman. It might soothe your wolf and give you balance while letting you keep your freedom. That’s what most Lycans in your position would do.” I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. A harem. Consorts. It wasn’t unheard of, especially for someone like me. But the thought left a sour taste in my mouth.

A baby grown between lesbian parents has all the possibilities of lagging behind other kinds in mental growth and maturity. Lesbianism is never a disorder to be treated and cured; it is just a sexual orientation. They are neither mentally, nor physically ill. There are certain therapies like reparative or conversion therapy that claim to have treatments to convert sexuality; though not proved by researches and not accepted by scientific society. The thought of a treatment emerges when we take lesbianism as a disorder. Lesbianism is a trait, may be, just as your liking for a particular food item.

she replied. I chuckled, "Who said anything about leaving Xavier out? Leia, I know our relationship is unique. It's polyamorous, and that means including everyone." I tried to convey my sincerity through my smile, noticing her scrutinizing my expression. "I'm genuinely okay with it, Leia. All I want is for us to be happy together." She sighed, her face softening. "I'm sorry. Even after everything you've said, sometimes I still have doubts." I cupped her face gently. "It's okay. I brought up the honeymoon because we haven't had quality time together lately. You deserve a break, and what better way than spending it with your two loving partners?"

"I'm not blind. I see the way you look at each other. The way they look at you." I could lie. Should lie. But something about the raw honesty in his face made me choose truth instead. "We're together," I said simply. His eyebrows shot up. "Together." "Yes." "Like... dating?" "Something like that." Cole's throat worked. "Both of them?" "Yes." "At the same time?" "Yes." He stared at me like I'd just told him the ice was made of lava. "All three—what do you mean all three?" I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms. "It's called polyamory. We're all in a relationship together. All three of us."

I say, “Oh, so yeah, it was five of you guys, huh?” She says, “Yeah.” I say, “Well, you know, it’s just me, my brother, and my sister. So that’s enough. My brother, his mate, and his other mate, they’re have a baby, so we’ll see how that goes.” She frowns at me and says, “Silas?” I say, “Yeah. Let him tell you about it. I don’t even understand their whole dynamic.” She says, “Well, you know, polyamory is a big thing now, so who knows? If they’re happy, then I’m happy. It doesn’t have anything to do with me, you know what I’m saying?”

“Leon, you have another girlfriend besides the two of us?” I felt like I had been slapped. “What do you mean ‘besides the two of us’?” My voice was hoarse, barely audible. “We’re polyamorous relationship, Sweetie. More partners in one relationship, everyone knows and agrees. But it looks like Leon forgot to tell us he still had… you?” she said. What the fuck?! I seriously had no idea about this. The woman in black stockings rubbed Leon’s open thigh and said, “Actually, I already knew.”

"We are an exclusive, closed, polyamorous relationship forged in the fires of this club, anchored by intense power exchange, and sustained by an absolute, unyielding love." A soft, collective exhale moved through the Library. In the mainstream world, polyamory was often dismissed as a loophole for infidelity, a symptom of greed, or an inability to commit. But looking at the three of them—anchored to one another with a devotion so fierce it was almost palpable—the myth dissolved instantly.

"I know what this is. I think the term to use is polyamory." "What?" I frown. Janelle rolls her eyes at me. "Polyamory. When a woman has a sexual relationship with more than one man. Could be two, three, five, seven-" "Seven!" I gasp, astounded and stupefied. How do they do that? One woman fucking seven guys at the same time? Dating seven guys at the same time? Is that even normal? "Don't act so surprised. You ain't seen shit yet. People do a lot of crazy shit nowadays."