Lesbians Novels & Stories

VANCE'S POV WHILE in the last line of what Wena was saying I stepped closer to Clodeth but Quenie preceded me to approach there. Quenie confronted Clodeth and gave her a loud slap. We were all surprised. Oh no, these women are really robbing me of the scene. Come on girls! It's my time to shine! “I’m a lesbian,” Queenie said. "Ten percent of our members in the sorority are lesbians. As our leader, is that what you would say? Is that what we hear from you? How can you lead us well if you hate those like us?"

“Too bad when the pretty ones turn out to be angry lesbos” “Too bad when the handsome ones … no wait … never mind, it doesn’t apply to you”. I turn to Cynamon. “Sorry ... I hope it was okay, but those guys were like totally ogling your boobs and I am not you know ... and angry lesbian ... angry sometimes but not a lesbian. I have nothing against those, most are not at all angry. I just prefer men ... but ...”. “It’s okay”. She holds up her hand with a small giggle. “And I didn't think you were a lesbian”.

Lisa is back. "What if you fall?" "Life is all about risks..." "Never have I kissed a girl..." "Do you want to kiss a girl?" I asked shockingly and she just laughed. "Don't act surprised. No don't be holy, every girl is bis*Some just tame theirs.That's why we call each other sweet names and all touchy touchy..." "So you would kiss a girl?" "Why not? But I am not a lesbian I just want to feel if it's different..." "You are crazy Lisa" I shook the dirty thoughts off my mind

"We weren't doing anything of that sort. We only came here to catch up.. like have a conversation." She crossed her arms with her brows arched, "A conversation? In the Janitor's room..?" She asked with a disbelieving laugh. "Do I look like a kid to you? I know what I saw kiddo. You were making out with her!" Lisa shoved me aside, moving me behind her back as she came forward, "Don't misinterpret things here, ma'am. We aren't lesbians. And if we were making out, you would have caught us kissing or rather, tribbing on each other without clothes on. But no! We don't love pussies. We love dicks because we're straight, okay? Don't go around spreading fake rumors, M

He would laugh his ass off and tease me for not being able to manage a little she-wolf. “Aleks,” he gasped exaggeratedly. “Don’t tell me you are afraid that she is too pretty and would be targeted by other he-wolves… and she-wolves.” He then gave me a wink and teased. There were many openly gays, lesbians, and bisexuals in the underworld, it wouldn't be a wonder if my mate could attract lesbians and bisexuals at today’s party. I was about to retort to him, but my mate opened her mouth first. “I would even wear a blindfold so that I wouldn't have to see your ugly faces,” she spat the words coldly.

So, this is what they are thinking. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask. “I’m not a lesbian. Can you please stop covering yourself in front of me? You’re all mistaken about me. I never claim to dislike men. What I’m trying to imply is that I’m currently too busy to date. Don’t misunderstand me, please. I’m not a lesbian.” “Oh,” they mutter, their faces relieved. “You frightened us. We think you are a lesbian. That is why we swiftly cover ourselves up.”

I nodded; I could understand the situation from the werewolves’ perspective. For them, the situation was black and white when it came to the survival of the species, perhaps because they were one of the species most affected when near-extinction occurred. But seeing Liv talking to me openly about the subject made me realize that the fear had dissipated. “But you’re openly a lesbian, and I think that’s great,” I said without hesitation. She smiled genuinely. “Let’s just say I’m not a lesbian,” she said, and I frowned. “I can be with men and women without hesitation.”

While the teen lesbian party was taking place Mother was entertaining two other lesbian women and they watched us at play before retiring to Mother’s grand sex boudoir for an afternoon of sexual pleasure. Both women had military experience and had come to give advice for Mother as she planned to form her own army of lesbian warriors. One of the women was a big powerfully built butch lesbian with strong bulging muscles. Meanwhile the schoolgirl orgy was in full swing with panting and screaming girls playing all over the gardens. As Emily worked my clit I felt the shuddering as an orgasm wracked my body and Emily squealed with pleasure as a jet of pussy juice erupted into her mouth. I squirted

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

So, in the midst of that, not just them, but they both had an affair, even that group that lived in the dorm towards a group of basketball and volleyball girls, the famous group of volleyball and basketball games, were large, feminine, strong, and muscular women. These women had their perfect physiques, their defined bodies, they were called Debra Mondo, Leslie Falcon, Nanda Gorski, Penny Moron, Gabrielle Vasques, Suzane Ricto, Jasmine Brow and Pamela Jordan, Danielle Virgil, they were the so-called brunette groups and the blondes, as they stood there alongside their group leader, named Gemina Philips, were big, muscular women.