Mask Lesbians Novels & Stories

"I don't want her to get into trouble at her job or out her as a submissive. How do I keep that from happening?" "Her department already knows she's a lesbian, right?" "Yes, she's made that clear to everyone." "Well, she can't wear slave gear to work, except possibly a few piercings she could get away with. No collars or cuffs, possibly something very subtle in a bracelet, but for safety reasons having to do with getting strangled, necklaces are usually out. No nudity under her clothes. She's got to look like a civilian in the locker room or exercise room. Fresno, despite its size, will be a little more insular than Los Angeles. If you take her out on the town, she can look sexy, but not slu

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

nothing more. No, Alice preferred to think of herself as an ‘Anne Heche style’ lesbian. Alice suspected there were probably a lot of girls out there like Miss Heche and herself, young ladies who for whatever reason—be it getting burned by abusive shithead boyfriends, or be it angst-laden rebellion, or just being the typical hey, stop what you’re doing and pay attention to me types—decided to try the same sex on for size. She had plenty of friends back in college who’d experimented with gender switching as a fad, because it was the ‘in thing’ to do at the time. Anything to be an outlaw, to not go along with the pack, but they weren’t real lesbians either, only masqueraders; straight, then gay

In the end, she chose the flashiest dress I've ever seen in pink. Nagpahinga kami saglit habang hinahanda na ng mga kasama kong lalaki ang mga dumadating na panibagong materials. We discussed of putting up a board and decided we should. Hiningi na rin namin ang opinyon ng mga estudyante na labas sa club namin gamit ang F******k page at sumang-ayon naman ang mga ito. The school also agreed and provided us with the materials needed.

“Oh goddess, Misha no, I’ve just never heard of this before, tribrids are supposed to be impossible! I’m just shocked, I still want you.” “You do?,” she stares up at me with hope in her eyes. “Well now you know I want to show you, you see I used my magic to put a glamour on myself. And to push my urges down to make myself as human as I could. It’s been so long since I let myself come out that my sense must have be some weaker too. But I’m going to take it off now ok?” Her beautiful eyes stare into mine.

Just like neanderthals, they were searching for mere copulation in the forest. Their lust was not concealed at all. There were all kinds of masks and coats of different sizes in the dressing room. Basically, no one could recognize each other as long as one had their own masks on. "Hansen, are we also going to participate in this?" Liya looked at the people walking into the dressing room in groups of twos and threes. She was a little uneasy. She was very willing to participate in this romantic masquerade, but the premise was that she could choose Hansen amongst the crowd.

She locked her inside. "I'm about to lead you to the medical wing." "Err Alex... I... how to say..." "Becoming a slave is not easy, Karen, said Alex with a blink." "I mean... can we talk..." "You're surprised, but we have a folder about you. We have a folder about each girl that has been abducted and is trained here. We know you're a lesbian and orgasm addicted. Melissa is lesbian also, and is becoming orgasm addicted, so you won't have an orgasm so easily" replied Alex.

It could've been five, fifty-five or five-hundred. She stared at my ceiling. "Most lesbians I know avoid bi-curious women 'cause it doesn't end well... But I'm never looking to 'turn' anyone. And yeah, if a girl who's questioning her sexuality wants to experiment with me for a bit? I'm all in." "Makes sense."

They looked at him not wanting to believe what he was telling them and Alex the only gay guy in the class said. "But professor the coeds aren't supposed to be kissing the professors, well I'm in...if you want me to." They all laughed including the professor, but he inquired "It's not with the professors that they should be kissing, it's something else, ehm, well, I can advance you something, if it's a woman the participant must wear a mask provided by the fraternity, you only see her eyes and mouth she, she is unrecognizable to others, the same happens with.... the men who aspire to be with that woman... but she has the power to choose with which of them she will do what she must do.

“Well, no one else has said anything to me. Remember, you can’t say anything to anyone. She’s scared of anyone finding out she’s a lesbian.” “We won’t,” Alaric said. “Thank you,” Thea said. “Misty is a good person, and she was driven to say those things about me to hide her feelings. She’s terrified of being found out. I don’t think it’s right or fair for her to feel that way. I want to help her and others like her. That’s what I talked about with your dad today. I want to change the perception, maybe open a gay bar for werewolves. But that’s a discussion for another time. I keep thinking about how scared she was to even have the feelings. I want her to know her feelings aren’t wrong.”