Lésbica Novels & Stories

Lisa questioned, her hands on her hips as she gave the cleaner a hard stare. The cleaner scoffed, picking up her bucket of water with the mop stick already in it, "why should I apologize? Is it my fault that your lesbian girlfriend can't see and rather ran into me because she was too caught up in her lesbian romantic life as she pulled you into the building the way she did."

Hannah screamed at the top of her lungs. Luca's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. He stepped backward like someone had just pushed him hard in the chest. "What the fuck?" Luca breathed out. "You heard me!" Hannah cried loudly. "Like, what the actual fuck, Hannah?" Luca asked, shaking his head side to side quickly. "Lesbian? You? Since when? And with my girlfriend?" "Yes! Me!" Hannah screamed back. "Are you deaf, Luca? Yes, I am a lesbian! And I am completely in love with her!"

I am a lesbian. "But I assume, you are not. You have fun with both of the genders... right?" this was the taunt Blair could not tolerate to listen. The girl knows nothing about her yet she chooses to insult her in this way. "I am not a lesbian..." Blair declared making Blaze chuckle as she replied, "Oh, really? Tell me you don't feel good when girls touch your body instead of men... tell me you don't like the men releasing inside of you instead you prefer girls to eat you up."

"So you are a lesbian? " There was ridicule in his voice "I never knew I married a lesbain" He was staring fixedly at her as she stood in front of him in utter discomfort "I am not a lesbain' she replied uneasily She was looking down on the floor in order to avoid meeting his scornful eyes "Then why are you hugging and kissing a felloe woman, if you are not a lesbain? She was uncomfortablely aware that a relationship with an opposite sex was more admissible than the same sex which was regards as a "taboo" back in Nigerian

Psyche drew near the temple of Venus, endeavoring to fortify her mind while ruminating on her fate. The end was doubtful and perhaps fatal. At the door, she saw the goddess's priestesses, who did not have to be chaste, although they were required to be fairly attractive and shall often settle down with someone they believe to be their One True Love, to whom they shall be faithful unless a stronger True Love comes along. Before she could utter a word, the priestess named Consueto confronted her, crying in disgust.

I smiled, my bright eyes waiting for a yes. “No, I’m straight,” she replied, holding her hands up slightly. My shoulders fell as I leaned back against the car seat. “I know that, Sonia. I can see you are sitting straight up.” “What?!” she exclaimed, confusion and amusement mixing in her voice. I shifted and turned toward her, demonstrating how she was sitting. “You’re sitting straight up, so I know you are straight. But what I don’t know is how that affects—” “No, Araceli,” she laughed softly. “That’s not what I meant. Being straight means I only have sex with men. Bisexual means someone is attracted to both genders.”

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.

“Is it how your boyfriend broke your heart and you went to the club to get drunk to end up having a nightstand with a lady of your gender when you're clearly straight,” “Is it how you're automatically changed from straight to lesbian?” Leah said laughing hysterically with confidence.

I couldn't stop feeling insecure when I saw how skinny they were; I felt like I was overweight even though I wasn't. Surprisingly, one of the female models began flirting with me. To my surprise, she was a lesbian, which didn't show because she didn't look like the typical lesbian who wears male clothing. Still, there are various categories within the LGBTQ community. "I'm sorry, but I am not..." I was going to say that I am not a lesbian when I was rudely interrupted by the female model next to her, who appeared to be her friend. "Oh, Jessica! Is your standard so low that you like someone like her? I mean, come on! How could you possibly like a staff that isn't all that attractive?" I overh

That was why she'd ended up in a Reject. Okay, so we did have a few good players. Apart from Stefanie, we had Nora. She had speed, brilliant batting skills, and fierce determination. Nora's old club never gave girls a decent chance to make the First Class. She got so mad she switched clubs. Now Nora was out to prove something. Trouble was, she got stuck with the Rejects.