Masked Lesbian Novels & Stories

Craig, on the other hand, dropped his chicken leg and excitedly clutched at Roth’s arm, “Oh really? You want me on your show again?” Roth nodded, “Sure, why not, last time you appeared the audience seemed to really like you. I didn’t realize most of our audience were part of the LGBTQ+ community, I never really took them into account. You see, I myself am straight, so I need your assistance for that.” He glanced over at Tristan briefly at the straight part, but long enough to notice that Tristan’s hands on the knife slowed for a while at that. Craig got up and hugged Roth enthusiastically from behind, giving him a kiss on his cheek “You are the best friend anyone could ever have!”

Leo nodded to them before excusing himself. The marriage wasn't going to work, when Addison is obviously a lesbian and he couldn't get married to a lady he knows is a lesbian.

She started touching Leona in some sensitive part of her body where only a man should. They both seemed completely oblivious to the world, lost in the intensity of their actions. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and surprise. Was this really happening? Axel and Leona? Are they lesbians? Lesbian and gay relationships in the werewolf community were practically a myth, or at least, that's what we'd always been told. We grew up hearing stories like the one about Juno and Aric—two warriors who supposedly fought in secret because their bond was forbidden, even though they were both strong and capable.

Maybe Chelsea hasn't lost his spark yet after all. Leslie's laughter filled the room. "Oh, Chelsea, you're a charmer." She beamed at him "See, this is one of the reasons I like you. You're like Madison Grey and Chris Boon in one person." Chelsea's confusion was evidentiary. "Who?" Leslie's enthusiasm faltered. "The LGBTQ couple in Rocky Starters? Oh crap, why am I the only person who watches that show in this goddamn town?" Kai chimed in, dry amusement lacing his voice. "Because nobody watches shitty shows like you do."

As if my worth is measured entirely by my ability to produce the next generation of supernatural offspring. What my father doesn't know—what no one in our conservative pack knows—is that fertility has never been my issue. Finding a man I'm actually attracted to has. Because I'm not attracted to men at all. I've known I was a lesbian since I was fourteen, but in a pack like ours, in a family like mine, that knowledge has always been a secret I carry alone. My father would disown me if he knew. My mother would probably have me committed for "treatment." And the pack... well, they'd find a way to make my life miserable until I either conformed or disappeared.

"No." "I believe Lucia is the only true lesbian here," I said. "Reneé identified as bisexual before her slavery started. Neither Lisa or myself had ever been with a woman before our slavery started, nor did Janet. Since our sexuality is now under the control of our Masters or Mistresses, we must have sex with whoever they desire. My Master found it easier to watch us have sex with women rather than other men, so we learned how to please women. At this moment in time, I consider Lisa to be my partner as much as Master and I have no compunction whatever in loving her. I prefer my Master's fucking to other fucking, but I'll have sex with anyone he tells me to." "Even other men?"

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."

"Clodeth, in your tone I feel it's a big crime for me to be gay." I could see the shock on everyone's faces. Clodeth grinned, "Don't expect you'll receive respect from me, you're a disgusting gay!" "Clodeth please don't say that," Narilyn whispered. But Clodeth went on, "Because I can't give that respect to people like you! A gay pretending to be a straight guy-" "Clodeth!" "What?!" Clodeth turned to Narilyn. "Are you a lesbian? Then you come together! You're disgusting!"

Nicole stroked Maryam’s hair as she delivered a monologue. “You asked why the killings so let me entertain with the last story you’ll be hearing,” Nicole said with a shrug before she continued: “My darling Muhammad, I’ve a thing for beautiful ladies. I guess you can call me a lesbian. The problem that comes with being a lesbian here in Nigeria is not just the rejection but the exposure and stigmatization. Whenever I make advances towards some ladies, I do succeed but sometimes I’m met with rejection and left embarrassed. It just doesn’t end with the rejections and embarrassments because some threaten to expose me just like all my victims,” Nicole said regretfully.

Andre might not know it, but there was a connection between us by these experiences that we’ve had and I think it's something that I wanted to share with them as well. “Add me in as well for being a mixed child and a lesbian,” Genevieve said. “Boy’s always teased that I just haven’t found the right guy and offered themselves like I needed to experiment. It’s so stupid. Let's not top it off that it's hard being lesbian in a Mexican home.” “If anyone has problems out in public, just have Leo beat them up,” Elaine shouted, and everyone laughed.