Lésbica Novels & Stories

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

Serena remembered Dane. For the two weeks she'd known Lorraine, the name Dane was never far from her mouth. If Lorraine was bisexual, Serena would have believed that something is going on between the both of them, but Lorraine is a lesbian. She doesn't even notice a single guy in the gymnasium even though a lot of them notice her.

"She's a good friend?" "A very good friend. Samantha, she and I . . . what I mean to say is . . . sometimes when two women really like each other --" Samantha cut her sister off with a grin. "You're gay, aren't you? Damn! I win the bet with Darin!" Shamira looked stunned. "I'm not gay!" "Bisexual would be the technical term," Clara said. "Not that I really need to get involved in this conversation."

I'm worried about the question. Luna slowly looked at me. "Are you a lesbian?" she asked me directly. I blinked at her question. I didn't intend to admit it but I slipped. Is there anything else I can do to get it back? I sat up and removed the blockage from my throat. I nodded. "Yes, I am a lesbian. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

What was I going to do with a slave and how would it ever work in my current relationship? "I don't know how that would work, Rhonda. If you are submissive, why not submit to a lesbian Mistress? Mistress Dark is a lesbian, why not choose her?" "She uses her slaves to train other submissives and dominants, Domina. I'd end up having sex with men anyway, and it wouldn't be only one which you and Lisa clearly love and you're so devoted to." "What about my Mistress, Rhonda?" Lucia asked. "Brianna would welcome another lesbian slave of your caliber. You would never have to have sex with men, even to get pregnant. She doesn't require it, it's simply the way we've chosen to do so."

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'

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

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.

Meg laughed, "eat and preach at the same time..." I rolled my eyes but gave in and started eating. Talking too much was really making me hungry more. She smiled, "they don't know what lesbian is. They don't know that a lesbian is a woman who is fully attracted to other women.. who you sleep with doesn't make you less of a lesbian... people always have sex with people they just find sexually attractive and are not bound emotionally." "Yeah and because I've had a boyfriend and slept with one. I'm not. A real lesbian according to their stupid minds."

“My girl likes a big cock, huh?” Time for honesty. “I think I would,” I say. “I’ve never actually been with a guy.” She pauses. “Are you attracted to guys?” Fair question. She doesn’t know me yet, not really. And with us destined for a trio, it matters. “I’m definitely sexually attracted to men,” I say. “I’m just more lesbo than bi. Never found a guy I wanted to try anything with. Never had a boyfriend.” “Why not?” she asks, idly stroking the inside of my thigh. It’s so distracting—close to where I want her but not quite there.