Lesbian Quotes Novels & Stories

And Rita gave me the perfect opening. "Well, I don't know if you can call me a lesbian," I started. "Bi, whatever. The point is, you like girls," she said, "where do you want to go?" "No not that," I said, although that was the case, "I mean, some people won't consider me a lesbian at all." "Why, are you virgin?" she asked brusquely. It was that bold sort of talk that I liked about her and made gave me the strength to keep talking. I realized that I had to stop beating around the bush. I leaned forward and whispered in Rita's ear.

Jennifer, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk." "So it seems," Lara nodded, as she grabbed Jennifer's ankle and began to put the stocking on.. "I thought lesbians could try taking a girl's clothes off?"

CHIKE "Guy you got to stop this rubbish. This is alcohol not water. Besides, that lesbian isn't worth you hurting this way." Obinna tells me, referring to Nelly as the lesbian. "Just stop. Don't talk about her in that way" I warn Obinna angrily, surprised that I could still defend her even after everything that had happened between us. "Guy! You are not still standing up for this babe, are you? Come on, you can't have loved her so much in such a short time."

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

"You! I said shut it up!" "And what is your business with mine?" Queen questioned. "You talk too much! You are an hypocrite and there's no difference between those girls and us! Yes, us! We are all sinners! Stop castigating them! It's enough! What the hell is wrong with you?" Vivian said. "Who and who is the same? God forbid! Me and a fellow girl? Over my dead body! They might be the same with you though, since you're also a lesbian! Is that not why you despise boys so much?" Queen accused.

“I swear you’re the biggest half-wit I know.” “But… Why?” I mutter, more to myself than to Eli. “Contrary to what you believe, Lavender, you’re more than just a pretty face. You’re an honest, funny and stubborn bad ass, a killer combination for someone like Atlas, who’s spent his life being with fake women who would do anything to get into bed with him. Then he met you, someone absolutely adamant to not sleep with him. Of course it drove him crazy. Every idiot could’ve predicted it.”

"Forget it. I have to go to school tomorrow and besides, I don't trust you. Men make women drunk nowadays to get what they want. It’s what they call nowadays ‘drink, hit and run’." "You're not a woman though." Carlos said. Alex couldn't explain the sudden feeling of pain when she heard that statement from him. Yes, she is a lesbian, but it doesn't mean she is safe with him. It is painful to know that Carlos doesn't see her as a woman. Carlos opened two bottles of beer and handed one to Alex. "You don't need to finish it, just try. Do you want me to order other food? We can have pizza or how about chicken?"

Sаm said, ѕԛuееzіng my hаnd. "I аm mоrе Lеѕbіаn thеn I аm bі. I аm аѕhаmеd tо ѕау thаt at fіrѕt, уоu wеrе оnlу a dаllіаnсе...а wаlk оn thе wild ѕіdе. I wіll always prefer wоmеn best." "Can уоu fоrgіvе mе Adаm?"

I was greedy enough to bask in it. “There’s no way he said that!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at the audacity of some boys. “Oh, he definitely did,” Bianca snickered. “And he was serious. He wanted me and my ex-girlfriend to make out for his entertainment. As far as he was concerned, lesbians exist to turn men on. He reduced an entire sexuality into a fetish, and he was too tone-deaf to even realize it.” “This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.”

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.