Creamy Lesbians Novels & Stories

Leah was still blaming Jasmine. "Leah, just once! Don't look at others; look at yourself. All of us who work here are cheap women. There is no such thing as a respectable woman, even though we are in VIP. We are just like them; we can get HIV." Anya sat down weakly. She didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. The point was that she was tired of Leah's attitude, which had changed since Jasmine's arrival.

“Too bad when the pretty ones turn out to be angry lesbos” “Too bad when the handsome ones … no wait … never mind, it doesn’t apply to you”. I turn to Cynamon. “Sorry ... I hope it was okay, but those guys were like totally ogling your boobs and I am not you know ... and angry lesbian ... angry sometimes but not a lesbian. I have nothing against those, most are not at all angry. I just prefer men ... but ...”. “It’s okay”. She holds up her hand with a small giggle. “And I didn't think you were a lesbian”.

The whole scene oozed with a sultry, drenched allure—an image that radiated temptation. I quickly messaged Lisa, begging her to delete it. But she was too busy flirting with the guys in the group to notice my texts. It took a while before she finally replied with nothing more than a mischievous emoji. "Why act shy?" she messaged back. "There are plenty of guys in the group who work out regularly—there's no way none of them could outdo Corey." "I'm doing this for you, Julie! Trying to help you find your next flame. Don't worry, I've already vetted them all. You'll thank me later."

Maybe it was being called a sister. Or maybe I was just done being quiet. I stepped further into the room. “Let’s have a threesome.” Silence. Complete silence. Isabella blinked. “What?” I held her gaze. “You heard me,” I said slowly, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “LET’S. HAVE. A. THREESOME.” Odell’s face went pale. Isabella looked like she’d just been slapped. The tension in that room shifted instantly, from awkward to explosive.

Pam replied. She doubted if Sylvia really intended on getting in touch with her friend. It was probably just a way to end the conversation in a comfortable manner. In fact, she doubted she would even hear from Sylvia again. It was obvious that Sylvia was put off by her sexual preference. The million-dollar question was; could she really call herself a lesbian? Now, after spending several lustful days in Darryl’s bed? Was she a lesbian or bi-sexual or just plain confused? Pam slowly lowered the telephone receiver back into its cradle. She felt overwhelmed. She couldn’t even blame Sylvia for being turned off. She disgusted herself!

She seems she wants more. I stroke her hair as if it were pure wool, I thumb her nipples, then kiss her spine. I slow my thrusts, listening to her. I feel her sex closing on me. She arches her back as she lets out a deep throaty cry. Her creamy liquid came out of her. She screams. Not so loud, but she makes herself be heard. As she screams: “Mistress, he is great! You’ll love it. Thank you! Thank you”.

“What do you mean by that?” "Lipstick lesbian means, they are lesbian but wearing usual lady-like." I nodded at what she said. I didn't know that was my lesbian identity. All I know is being a lesbian is that a woman wearing a man’s clothes and acting like a man. "Welcome to the club!" She hugs me after her congratulatory speech. When she broke her hug with me it was as if we were even closer to each other. The two of us lost our shyness until we gradually became comfortable.

Aileen said. I slightly messed up Kyro's hair. "All right, play again. I'll just buy you some foods," I said. He came back into play as I turned to Aileen. "Do you have a canteem here?" I asked. "There is, but the case is, it's on the first floor." I was about to speak when she blocked her hand to my face. "And it's a no, I'm not coming with you because there's no one to watch Kyro."

she repeated. There was tension in the air.Cheryl's anger was evident in her eyes.Cami's impatience was drawn all over her face.“I have never met him so I don't know.My turn,”she said spinning the bottle.It settled on Cami again.She chose truth.“Are you a lesbian?”she asked.Cami looked taken aback.She hadn't expected that question.“Not really,”she said.“If you lie you have to give a fine.So for the last time are you a lesbian?”she asked.“What if I am?”she asked.Cheryl leaned forward.“So yes you are and yet you had the guts to lie that you aren't,that Winter forced herself on you.Pathetic.Your turn,spin,”she said.Cami spun the bottle angrily.It settled on Cass.

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.