روايات وقصص ضمن Lesbienne

But that was the nut of the problem. There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received

[ 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.

I often attracted attention for my looks and athletic body and didn’t give a fuck about all the women that fell for me. Sandra’s case is different, and that’s because she’s a lesbian, or basically bisexual, but her sexuality is high on the female gender. “She’s into lesbianism. She probably doesn’t give a fuck about me but my money.” I’m surprised that I’m telling her everything. Something I’ve never told anyone, not even Drake or Bennett. “Holy Shit. How did you know that?” I don’t know why I’m telling her, but it opens more doors for questions.

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

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck. Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognized as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

"He...whatever. I am not going to hurt my brain any more. What rank are you again?" "Half alpha, half omega." I judged the woman very hard over her answer. "Huh... You can say the Moon Goddess hated you so much you're neither a strong woman nor a proper woman." "What do you mean by that, Lesley?" The booming voice of his meets our ears. Levitating like the Ghost he is, he reaches us as I gulp at his pheromones, yet again. I don't like his company at all, but dare I show my disdain against him, he will sever my head without a regret.

“What?” She glanced around,no cars, no one close enough to overhear and then asked, “Are you… mainly a lesbian?” A corner of my mouth tugged upward. “Yeah,” I said easily, “at school I am.” She looked curious, almost mischievous now. “Do you… know about the 69 position? We should try it.” Her words caught me off guard. I shot her a side glance, my brow lifting. “If your first lesbian sex was with me, how do you even know you want to try that?”

"I didn't steal anything. She chose me—" "She chose survival. Adaptation. She's a spy. That's what spies do. They become whatever their target needs. You needed a woman to make you feel powerful. She provided that. You actually think the sex was real? The love? Please. Every moan was calculated. Every touch was strategy. She's been playing you since the day you met." Trina's face went white. "Stop talking."

Every picture looked so passionate even to my eyes who couldn't doodle right on a paper. "So you love art.. huh?" I chuckled when she headed in with two cups of coffee. "No. I love what I draw. Not art." "Your not that good at being in a conversation, are you?" I insinuated. "Yeah." She snapped. "Why are you not with your parents down stairs?" "They don't think am their daughter. But can't send me out of the house." "What? Why? Aren't they?" Putting my coffee down. "Because am a lesbian. And they are my parents. Does it bother you?"she looked me in the eyes.