Short Lesbian Hairstyles Novels & Stories

Mini introduced me with all those ladies and spoke to all of them in a commanding professional tone. "Hello! Miss" All of them greeted with a warm smile. "So, what type of hairstyle you prefer for today's occasion. Is there any personal preferences?" The hairstylist asked while muddling through all the accessories. I gave it a thought and answered "Something beachy and wavy, a loose bun." I answered after a long thought. "Yes ma'am; we will keep the points in mind." She replied. "What about the dress"the stylist asked. This question was an easy one for me to answer.

“Are you sure you want it that short?” Eloise asks her niece looking at her in the mirror. “I’m very sure, Auntie; I’m fourteen today and you promised me a haircut. I chose this one.” Celine turns around in the old but sturdy wooden chair. It wobbles gently on the slightly uneven flagstones that cover the floor in this small stone-built cottage’s kitchen. Celine currently has wavy dark-blonde hair down to the middle of her back, and while she has loved having long hair, it was time for a change.

she asked, eyeing her outfit. I had asked her to keep things casual, and she nailed it—a brown short jean skirt that hugged her curves and ended just below that sinful ass, a cropped white top, and a jean jacket. Her hair was in a high ponytail, swaying playfully with every movement. I flicked her forehead. "Curiosity kills the cat." "Ouch" she winced. Then I leaned closer, my voice dipping low. "Make that sound again, and I’ll make you scream louder with your cum dripping down the leather seat."

She’s smiling and her heart-shaped lips have light pink lipstick. Her shiny long hair falls until her waist and it is simply tied in a ponytail. She wants her hair to look like her cousin Sharon’s hair, who has very straight hair. She only wants it straight for a while. But she does not feel jealous anymore of her almost-perfect cousin. She realized, why should she feel jealous? Where in fact, she is unique in her own way. And she loves herself now. She still loves her wavy hair but she made it straight for her graduation today.

Thelma ask. “Yes… let’s get you prepared. If you can please take a seat here.” He pointed at the chair in front of the dresser and Thelma made her way there and sat down. “Tell me Thelma, if you were on a date with your hot crush or hot boyfriend, though not as hot as me, what hairstyle would you go for?” He asked and stood behind her while clipping her long hair in places. Thelma first chuckled at how hilarious he sounded but find it difficult to chose a style since she had been a widow and a single mother for a long time. She didn’t get the time to think about her appearance in years. “A curly messy bun I guess.” She finally replied.

All eyes were trained on the dark haired girl. I looked at her long legs swathed in a black lacy panty hose that made her look like a rock star. She had short heat curled hair, and wore dark brown lipstick that made the skin around her upper lip seem even lighter in contrast. She looked really amazing, but not in a soft, girly way. She looked like if it came to it, none of us in the class could land more than two blows on her in a fist fight.

Add a goddess too. Her hair was dyed white with pastel pink highlights and china pink at the tips of her long, sleek, and straight hair that was cut into a Hime cut. I don't know but the color and the hairstyle topped her angelic feature and I'm sure she knew that before she started wearing it. Her face was bare of makeup but God, she still looked like a goddess. Honestly, she was more beautiful than the other one, even if they looked alike. Serenity waved at me and signaled that I should join her. Jewels laughed and waved too. That drew everyone's attention to me. "Good morning," I greeted, shyly avoiding looking them in the eyes.

Leah , having freshened up during the private flight from London, exuded allure with her dark, glossy hair cascading past her bare shoulders. In a vibrant red jersey dress, she showcased the top curve of her breasts beneath spaghetti straps, and the dress flirted daringly above her creamy thighs. Lipstick matching the dress adorned her lips, and her slender legs culminated in sharp black stiletto heels, creating an irresistible image that captivated those around her.

I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation. "You should have longer hair," she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. "I don't normally go for butch girls." You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up' for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.

Five-foot four, five-six in heels, beautiful and curvy with long brown hair. She looked effortlessly stylish in her work outfit. A fitted skirt, white blouse, and small blazer. She seemed to be soaked through. Just then she looked up and saw me. My heart soared, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. All of a sudden I didn't care that I was soaked through and looked a mess. She was too. At least we had that in common. I stuck my foot in the door and the doors shuddered against my shoe then opened again.