Lesbians Novels & Stories

It wasn't easy to see, but you could see it, though more by attitude than coloring, which was very subtle. She glanced at us, wondering what we thought of the comment. "Don't look at us," I said, "we're all wondering the same thing." "Are you all lesbians?" She asked. "Only Lucia," I answered, "but we all appreciate a nicely turned out woman anymore. We've all had sex with women. Reneé is bi, but you definitely look good enough to eat, even to me."

“If possible, I need a lesbian.” “What do you need her for?” “I need a female out of my way. I need someone to help me out.” “Can you explain more?” “I said I have a female who can’t understand that I want nothing to do with her. I want someone to act as my girlfriend so she can leave me alone.” “Why a human?” “I need to make sure she’s unaware of who I am or the people around me. It’s safer that way.” “And a lesbian? Afraid you might fall if it’s a real female?”

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.”

Still, I remain quiet. “We can’t keep doing this forever, you know, but even when we’re done stripping, it’s always gonna be this black mark on the paper in the eyes of society. We’re always gonna just be the whores who dance in their underwear. I don’t think we’re gonna meet many people who’ll be able to look past that.” I clear my throat. “He doesn’t know.” “Oh.” She bites her lip. “That changes things a little.” “He’s weird.” She shrugs. “He didn’t seem weird. Maybe you just want him to be weird. That way you wouldn’t have a reason to be interested.”

[ 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.

Kristina adds quietly after breaking the kiss. "Eating me, or me eating you?" Lauren asks with her eyebrows raised. "Both," Kristina admits. "Does that make me a lesbian?" "Hardly! Not with Brandon's cock in your pussy!" Lauren exclaims. "Oh yeah," Kristina turns towards me and smiles, "I guess maybe bi then, huh?"

Karl blinked at the sight, intrigued and awkward all at once. “It’s short for Elizabeth,” Lizzi clarified, dry. “And no, I’m not a lesbian.” Terry tilted his head like a curious dog. “You sure?” “Yes.” “That you’re a lesbian?” Lizzi sighed. “No. I mean—yes, I’m sure I’m not.” “Bi?” “No, Terry.” Terry groaned dramatically. “Damn. I was hoping for a bit of a three-way vibe.” Jessica, walking just ahead, rolled her eyes so hard it nearly echoed.

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

“Is that too much to ask?” “Of course not.” Leslie smirked and said, “But what you actually want is for me to be a ‘normal woman’ - a heterosexual woman. That is what you mean when you say that you want me to stop ‘fucking' around, but I am not willing to pretend to be something I’m not!” After saying this, she stood up, walked into the kitchen, and took a few wine glasses out of the cupboard. “Since we are finally all in one place, let’s have a drink and celebrate our little reunion.” As she said this, she popped the cork on an expensive Merlot and began to pour the wine into the goblets.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'