Lesbian Short Story Novelas e Histórias

I stuttered. A chirpy blonde approached me in all smiles. “Hi, I’m Raina” she introduced, pointing over to a red-haired girl. “And that’s my mate, Sheena. We’re representing the vampire district” Her mate was..a girl? “Raina, you’re...” “I’m a lesbian” She concludes. The smile on her face slowly waxes off as she asks “Does that disgust you?” “Not at all” I say. “I think it’s cute. You two make a cute couple”

— just girl time, movies, snacks, all of that. Everyone knows that a curious straight girl combined with a very experienced and curious lesbian creates an incredibly charged mix. We lounged around together, watched movies, and talked for hours. She opened up about how almost every guy she had been with treated her poorly, like a pig, and how she desperately needed something new and different. I told her I had the perfect person in mind for her. That same night, I decided I needed a shower before bed. I walked into my bathroom, deliberately leaving the door unlocked. I slowly stripped out of my jeans, then slid my bright pink thong down my legs.

"Pity a poor woman like me. I have no children at my age, and now I've lost my husband to a mistress. I just wanted a chance at IVF, but that mistress had the nerve to tell me I deserved to be childless. "I tried to let it go, but I can't stand her arrogance! If every mistress acts this boldly, are the rest of us just supposed to suffer in silence? That's why I'm standing up to fight back! She lives right in this neighborhood, but the management won't let me in. I can't even get justice." I skimmed through her recent videos. In all of them, Sabrina twisted the facts and played the victim, exploiting people's hatred of mistresses to gain sympathy.

I asked. "No, Domina. I wasn't interested in boys even before then." "When did you realize you were a lesbian?" "Sixteen, Domina, basketball team, a senior I was attracted to, kissed me. Eventually, we had sex. It's when I knew for sure." "Have you ever had sex with a man?" "No. Never wanted to. I'm what you call a gold star lesbian. Never been with a dick, Domina." Rhonda was panting, highly aroused again. I told Lucia to stop. Rhonda groaned, disappointed.

She paused again, not to wipe tears, but to catch her breath and gauge the pack's reaction. She took off again. "I am a lesbian, a woman who enjoys the company of another one, against that of male. I may not have said this to anyone of you, but I have never hidden it. Those of you who knew the story of the young lady that was killed on a Sunday morning at Mongroove forest some years ago, here's what you never knew. I was there with her. I had told her to follow me hunting. We were in a relationship, but she got shot and died.

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.

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

[ 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.

We had to scoot over and made room for her. Charlotte and I were at the end of the row. Once everyone else bunched up, we just got squashed closer together. We both wore shorts, and I could feel Charlotte's thigh pressed really tightly against mine. Her skin was smooth and soft. I didn't dare look at her. If I did, it would make us all awkward by acknowledging that our thighs were touching. I could hear Charlotte breathe in and out. I hoped she couldn't hear my heart pounding. Felik and Grigor took turn giving feedback.

I couldn't stop feeling insecure when I saw how skinny they were; I felt like I was overweight even though I wasn't. Surprisingly, one of the female models began flirting with me. To my surprise, she was a lesbian, which didn't show because she didn't look like the typical lesbian who wears male clothing. Still, there are various categories within the LGBTQ community. "I'm sorry, but I am not..." I was going to say that I am not a lesbian when I was rudely interrupted by the female model next to her, who appeared to be her friend. "Oh, Jessica! Is your standard so low that you like someone like her? I mean, come on! How could you possibly like a staff that isn't all that attractive?" I overh