Lesbian Visual Novels & Stories

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Most of these girls had fallen victims to this from their tender ages counting from their primary to secondary ages. Lesbianism, also called Sapphism or female homosexuality, is the tendency of a human female to be emotionally and usually sexually attracted to other females, or the state of being so attracted to females. It is a much-debated topic now-a-days. Orthodox minded people often get furious on the thought of lesbianism as they believe that this practice is an attempt to rewrite all the conventional attitudes of people regarding sexual life. A society which yet see women as a byproduct of men, can't tolerate the outspokenness of free-thinking women who prove daring enough to live ind

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

On the tabletop was an abundance of foods overflowing from one end to the other. The bright-haired goddess hadn't eaten anything since her arrival. She was instantly lured by the myriad of platters filled with delicacies - seasoned roasted lamb with garlic and herbs plus goat cheese and grilled geese drizzled with olive oil. Persephone circled the table as if in a trance. There were fresh-baked sweetbreads, dripping honeycomb, and lemon cakes dusted with icing sugar. It made Persephone's mouth watered at the sight of them.

She smiled, "wooow.. you know all that?" I sighed not trying to think about last night and me on my laptop going through these stupid lesbian groups on F******k. They were full of shitty narrow minded people who thought they were real lesbians because they didn't have kids or sleep with a man.. I looked at Meagan, "makes me wonder if they even know what a lesbian is? Coz they make it about sex and kids forgetting that we are females regardless of our sexuality and females pop out children." Meg laughed, "eat and preach at the same time..."

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

I shook my head. "Hey, Zhanaia!" he called me. "Come here, see this one." I walk towards him. He pointed out the artwork of a nude woman in fire. "Do you know this one?" he asks. I nodded. "Yes. That's artwork from one of the important contemporary artist of Switzerland, Pipiloti Rist, entitled 'Swimming In A Bath Of Lava'. This is a miniature video of a woman swimming in a bath of lava that captivates a mixture of wit and powerfully visual of the woman in the fires of hell. And it is said that the subject of this artwork of Rist is about a self-confident woman in a fervid environment that mixes eroticism and assertive feminine physicality." I explain.