Peaches Lesbian Novels & Stories

My tongue scooping the raw nectar of the sweetest ripest peach I’ve ever imagined. Growling and snarling, waiting for the shatter of her hips when I take the Witch to the hard ground and gorge on the nectar that’s been taunting. Calling. Making my mouth water since she hit Consent. With one single truth pinging through before the rapture hits. We Are them. 20: Ayame - When The Levy Breaks

Cassandra explained, folding her arms at her chest. “I get that. But there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, I find it awesome,” Cheryl smirked as she remembered all the beautiful sex she had had with Cassandra and all the other women she’d been with. “I am not, though, I'm just a person who is attracted to a remarkable personality, no matter if they have a dick or a pussy,” Cassandra stated. All these labels were too much for her. She knew she was a woman but saying she was a lesbian just didn’t feel right to her.

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.

She was behaving rather erratically, which made me realise something had happened. “Whatever it is, I'm sure it can be discussed more calmly. Please, madam Olivia. Let go of the knife,” Peach pleaded. “Shut up, you! Just shut up! You don't know anything. None of you do! Stupid, poor whores! You come from families that have to starve for days, and then decide to latch onto men who you know have means, and substance. You don't even mind stealing other people's men to achieve the goals your pathetic, unfortunate circumstances couldn't give you. Leeches! Whores, the lot of you!” She waved the knife in a slasher move, and both me and Peach jumped behind.

Tasha stared at the peach dress hanging from her closet door while chewing on her nails. It was soft, feminine. A dress that said sweet, not easy. She liked it. Loved it, even. But Debby hated it. "You are not wearing that," Debby declared, flopping belly-first onto the bed like a judge striking a gavel. "That's a Sunday brunch dress. We are going for Friday night fire." Tasha eyeballed her. "Really now." "Really, just hear me out," Debby said, chewing on a red Twizzler. "That peach thing says, 'Hi, I'm sweet and romantic and would never stab you in your sleep.' The leather one says, 'I might choke you, but you'll like it.'"

“I'm sorry if I admit this to you. Please don't think I approached you because I want something from you.” I sat back down and held her hands. “No. I’m fine. I understand. It went the same on me. Like you, I am also not an ordinary woman. So, it's impossible for me to like Bellevera—I mean Zeke.” She gave me a startled look because of what I had revealed to her. Disappointment and shock also changed her face. “You mean, you are a lipstick lesbian!” My eyebrows arched at her exaggerated remark. “What do you mean by that?”

PIETRO GIACOMETTI Peaches thinks she broke last night, she is currently thinking of how she lost control but she has no idea and no clue that she was still far from losing control. She was still far from the things I had ready for her and she was totally unprepared for the amount of control she would lose over herself and the amount I would lose over her.

Someone who would never take advantage of me. "Thank you but there's nothing I can do about it anymore. She won't remember me. It took me a while to get back to her. Everything I planted in her mind is eliminated. It's going to get dangerous for the people around her." He replied, placing down his mug at the center table. "Again, Who?" Ace asked. "It's Miss Francoise Lefebvre." Since when did Amaya become a magnet to people who are lunatics? I would include myself in that as well, because of the history of my unimpressive behavior.

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

Pink only nodded with a smile. "I am not trying to cloud your head with negativity but this is life, and life is filled with Peaches and Bottles," Kim explained to Pink. "You know peaches are beautiful while bottles when broken are harmful and painful. Beauty and pain - life is beautiful and painful too. You just have to get used to it and make the best out of your peaches and bottles." "I'll try," Pink said dryly. *** "Don't be ridiculous!" Payson yelled across the living room at Nathan. "She is pregnant with your child!"