Mask Lesbians Novels & Stories

Oliver has just come out of the shower so he is drying off but mason is just about to go in so I go with him after I've undressed. Mason is extremely pretty. He has muscles and a short beard but his face is so soft and gentle. He is the most friendly person I've ever met and is so compassionate and caring with me. I love his wavy black hair and long eyelashes. Mason is also transgender. He has had top surgery but not bottom surgery, but that doesn't make him any less of a man to anyone here at the club. Obviously there are people who don't want to have sex with mason because that's their preferences but most doms don't mind. Anyways, Mason's strikingly good looks always reel in the men.

It felt weird, because I’m sure as fuck that if I told them I’m lesbian, they would just laugh at me. Because they would expect lesbians to act like boys, but that’s not my case at all. I was more on the feminine side. I loved getting dressed up, applying makeup on my face and just girly things. So, of course, they’ll find it weird and even think of it as me joking just because I don’t act like what they think a lesbian should be acting. “I’m happy that your brother became successful, he deserved it,” I told her, a smile on my lips and she smiled back.

Isn’t he supposed to love and cherish us as our mate? Lara had left me for a long time, locked somewhere I couldn’t reach her. I didn’t know how tell her that sometimes, people don’t like the mates given to them by the goddess or that they may not even want a mate. It was pretty common now even though everyone pretended like it was not. There was a reason makeup was so popular now. Many women had been forced to find a way to hide their bruises when sunglasses and an ‘I fell’ excuse, couldn’t explain them away.

I am so going to slay the party! **************** "Oh my MoonGod,Tessa! Please hold my hand. I'm scared." I say, and Tessa holds my hand from my right. "Don't worry. You look amazing! I didn't imagine you would do such great work with your dress. If I was a guy, or a lesbian, then I would have fallen for you. Now, wear this mask." She pulls out a black, fancy mask with glitters on it. I'm glad that unlike others, this mask doesn't have a feather. I hate them!

my mother giggles and I am kind of disturbed by how she put it. “Mami! Even if he is interested I am not going to be jumping in his bed so quickly! I’m not that kind of girl!” I mock. Mom chose perfectly, the blouse had a high neck and gathered at the neck and waist that gave the illusion that I possibly could have some little breasts hiding in there. I don’t know why I really care. I have only wanted to appear feminine in drag before, usually I prefer an androgynous look. It is not like I need to “pass” as either gender. Maybe it’s because I know that Aldo is attracted to people of the female persuasion that I want to sem more feminine, but that is kind of fucked up, since I am non binary a

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

It shimmered under the harsh backstage lights, highlighting every curve and plane of my body, amplifying my vulnerability. As a small, desperate act of defiance, a fragile attempt to cling to some semblance of anonymity in this degrading spectacle, I carefully positioned a delicate black lace mask, its intricate pattern obscuring the upper half of my face, hiding my eyes from the hungry gazes I knew awaited me. It was a flimsy shield, but it was all I had.

The guys all whooped in response raising their glasses… ”Heartbreaker in the house…be warned gents – lock up your ladies” quipped Mason, the group joker. More loud laughter filled the space. A curvy hostess in the standard uniform of black bodycon dress and black mask in strappy black heels was already there to take our drinks orders before the last fist pump was done. The masks were the defining identifier at Mischief. Luca and I had wanted our girls to feel safe and only engage in what they were prepared to do for mutual financial benefit

It looks like the party started hours ago, it's mainly dancing going on now. No one here is masked, only two of us and upon careful analysis of the girls here, we are the sexiest. Masks are used by girls that are considered to be more of prostitutes, they wear masks so that no matter what they do, even if they take off their clothes and walk naked, no one would recognize them. Of course, there have been many cases in parties where masked ladies get drunk, strip naked and men get to have sex with them in public, before everyone. I hope that as I'm going this way, I'll attract most of the men, especially Aiden, who is the main reason I'm here but this place is so vast, you can hardly trace som

To block your period and stop your eggs from getting mature they do not want a pregnant woman in their hands neither do they want a girl flowing with blood with their drugs" "Pregnant how is that possible we are all women" "Most people here are lesbians but just as we have our underground house the makes also have theirs its somewhere around but I know nothing of it, we all donf know much about it justa n assumption but the boys will be here tonight,