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Lesbian Female / 31

Forced To Break Up, And Finding Each Other Again After College

I was shy when it came to boys and went to college never having been kissed. In college I roomed with a girl from the border and she was very loving. Always kissing me, and hugging me. And one night she said she wanted to sleep with me and got in bed with me. She wanted to kiss me, and while kissing me she felt me up completely. Her kisses moved down to my chest, and then down between my legs. By the time she finished I had climaxed and she had climaxed and we slept together.

We became inseparable. When Thanksgiving came she invited me to go home with her. I was very much the only white girl there. Again, we slept together in her bed, and there was a lot of kissing and feeling up and climax. On the Friday after Thanksgiving we walked across the border, did some shopping, and went into a tattoo parlor and had a tattoo of each other's names tattooed onto our chest with the interlocking lesbian symbol under the name. That night we really make love, have real full sex, and woke up her mother and sister. They weren't permissive and made it clear that I had to leave and she didn't come back to college. All I had was her name over my heart.

Over Christmas I was at home and pretty depressed. I had no interest in being social and did the minimum to help. My cousin came over with two friends. One of them noticed I had a tattoo and she forced my shirt open and they saw it was a lesbian tattoo. I got felt up by the boy, actually he was already out of college, and when I say he felt me up, he put his hand between my legs to feel me up. He put me hard against the kitchen island and humped my ass and got hard doing it. Then he pulled my pants down and he entered me from behind. He continued until he was finished before pulling out and spanking my bare butt cheek.

My cousin and his friends had watched everything and they threatened to expose me for my lesbian tattoo on my chest. I kept quiet about it, but I really didn't want to talk about it. I told a friend back in college and her answer was 'so you got fucked, big deal'. I just didn't talk about it after that.

When I graduated three years later, who was sitting in the stands? The guy who fucked me, that's who. And he was there to take me with him. He told me he had a job and everything and it was time for me to saddle up and go with him. We could get married at the court house and leave to live with him. I hadn't seen him since that night during Christmas break. After we got married I told my parents I had eloped.

My husband, and he played up the husband role, wanted me to stay home and start a family, even if I was only 22 at the time. Once pregnant Maya came to live with me and help me. I still wear my tattoo, only now I don't hide it. If people want to make something of it, that's their problem. I know I'm a lot more lesbian than he wants me to be. He gets upset if he sees me kiss Maya. Worse still when we kiss and embrace. And he can't do anything about it. We don't 'show off', but don't hide it. And she is just as loving as always and when we want to sleep together, he has to content himself. The more time that goes by the more lesbian we become. Except for the children, I would divorce my husband to marry Maya.

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# 83040 - by Alice / October 24, 2026
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    Lesbian Female / 33

    A New Life Experience

    I am a quiet, non public, lesbian. I'm an attorney in a corporate office. My job deals with worker's comp abuse. I spend a lot of time in court, and arbitration hearings. Out of town at times. Sometimes, not often I meet a nice waitress who likes girls.

    But my story involves a man. A coworker suggested that her husband look at my car's problem. He told me that these cars need to be serviced by a dealer. A man who can't fix cars. The dealer says I need a new timing chain. Money I didn't want to spend. The car did need to go to the dealer.

    I invited my coworker and her husband to lunch at my house. She and I are good work friends, a little platonic on my part. I have to bite my tongue and let him talk. The more he talked the more I realized that listening was better. After lunch she asked me, in the kitchen, if I needed him to help me. Then she asked, did I need to be 'serviced', he would love to help.

    I have now been 'serviced'.

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    # 83038 - by Amanda / October 24, 2026
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    Lesbian Female / 24

    Now I Have A Boyfriend, Not That I Went Looking For Him

    One more lesbian falls to a man's advances. I didn't realize that's what he was doing, I misread his intentions. He was so nice and understanding, was my workplace mentor. Came over to fix my faucet, took my car in for service.

    When he 'put hands on me' I wasn't able to prevent him, he was already in my personal space. He grabbed me hard in the vagina area, holding me tight up against the door frame. Escape was an illusion, he wasn't communicating. All hands, everywhere, my tits, my ass, my vagina. My shirt torn open, my bra shoved up, my bare tits in his hands, sucking hard on my nipples.

    I slid down the door frame, he got down with me, pulled my shoes off before pulling my pants off and eating me. Penetration was quick and purposeful, in as deep as he could go, in and out isn't just for burgers, in and out got me a pussy full.

    I got dressed again, and he looked at me, smirk, a smile, I couldn't tell. He stood up and grabbed my pants by the belt loops and pulled my pants up enough to lift me. Next time, he told me, he wanted cooperation, 'fuck back' don't just lay there.

    A traditional girl friend, one that comes over to do his laundry. A traditional girlfriend, one that meets his parents. A traditional girlfriend, one that turns down the bed for him. Fuck back, I don't know how to do that. All I know is to lay there. That's how I make love with my girlfriend.

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    # 82986 - by Alle / October 3, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    A Strike Out, She Doesn't Even Play Baseball

    At work I met Steph, not her real name. She was quickly my best work friend. As her birthday approached I wanted the perfect present. I had heard, but never been there, of a spa that catered only to women. I bought two full spa days, we could go together.

    The spa offered these tiny little soft cotton panties, otherwise the clients wore nothing. Topless women of all ages, sizes and persuasions. We had our hair done, our nails, full body massage by two of the most beautiful Korean girls. Which included massage of glutes and the anal canal with finger penetration. Embarrassing, touching the most intimate part of you, not your vagina, your butthole.

    Oh, well, part of the experience, the spa included a pubic sculpture garden, choose how you want to look from a thousand pictures, better still, have your girlfriend pick for you. A shave and a haircut, powdered pussy, with a spritz of your girlfriend's favorite perfume.

    A long hot bath in your private jacuzzi, just you and your girlfriend, chocolates, strawberries and champagne. Two beautiful Korean attendants to towel you down afterwards. We left with a little something, a g*ft from the spa, included a certificate to Allison's, a ladies lunch place.

    I didn't realize I was coming out to her. She apologized to me, said she had a boyfriend, with a six o'clock shadow, and a hard on for her. She loved to cook and keep house for him. She loved the spa day, she loved that I wanted her to feel special. But in spite of the perfume, she wasn't 'going down' there.

    Did I forgive her?

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    # 82985 - by Cindy / October 3, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    I Met Tatiana At The Train Station In Sevilla

    I went to Sevilla for my summer abroad. I arrived in Sevilla via train from Madrid, with only the address of the offices I had to go to and then find my place to stay. When I arrived in Sevilla I was totally lost, no Spanish, and never having been abroad. I was trying to figure out what to do, where to go to find a taxi to the offices I needed to go to. A woman, mid twenties not some older woman, asked me if I needed help. She had an instrument with her and said she was attending the conservatory. She helped me getting around and said she would go with me to make sure that I found where I needed to be, and after the offices of the school, she went with me to the apartment that I would share with three other girls that semester.

    Still lugging her instrument, a viola, she went with me to get something to eat, and since we were close to her apartment we went there. It was small in an old building and shared bathroom down the hall. She stripped out of her top, and hung it up. She was not wearing a bra, stripped out her pants with only tight cotton bikini panties on. She sat on the bed and opened her legs wide to get some air from the open window. She laid back on the bed, with her arms above her head, and her legs still spread wide.

    She asked me if I would like to lay down beside her, and she peeled off my top, unhitching my bra she started to kiss my tits and my nipples, pulling my hand down to her open legs. She wanted to kiss so we kissed for a long time, while she rubbed between her legs with my hand. Her panties got wet, and she helped me out of my pants, and without a question out of my panties and then slipped off her own. We lay on the bed kissing and touching, fingering and sucking on tits, before going down to finish.

    I had previous to that day been looker but had never acted out. I watched movies of girls making love, but had never had my face between a girl's legs. We spent the night together and made love in the middle of the night, finishing again before going to sleep. In the morning it was hurry, hurry she had to get to the conservatory, and she still had to take me back to my apartment to get dressed and ready for school.

    She picked me up after school, and we went to her apartment to leave her viola, before going out for tapas and beer. We kissed under a street light, before walking off holding hands. In Sevilla no one cared, as long as you were in love. I slept with her every night that first week, hurry, hurry to get me back to my apartment and for her to get to the conservatory in the mornings. I fell in love with her, hard and fast. I ate her because I wanted to, help her finish in my mouth. I stripped off my clothes because I wanted to, so she could play and suck on my tits. I sat on her face because she wanted to, and bent down to kiss on her clit. No one to complain, to force me, to give me any lip. For the first time ever I was totally free to do what I wanted to do, and I wanted to be with her, to feel her hand between my legs.

    And rinse, wash, repeat week after week, we spent every free moment together. We went to Madrid, all the way to Barcelona, to the Sun Coast. We held hands wherever we went, we wore dresses so that the air would blow up our skirts, we sat on the train with our legs apart, and our dress above our knees. No air conditioning and it was hot, and I followed her lead to keep my pussy cool, in soft Spanish cotton panties, which when wet with our sweat smelled so good.

    OK now settle down, that's what my mother said when I got home. I told her that I had to call, and let her know I was home. I wasn't one of those girls that leaves and never follows up, I invited her over for our holidays and she came, viola and all. Her English is good enough, not perfect, but good enough and when we walked around. No one was holding hands. In pants and coats, winter is a bummer, only at night did we manage to kiss and play with our tits.

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    # 82966 - by Lorry / October 2, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 32

    It's Only A Matter Of Time Now, And He Will Make Me A Mother

    I am definitely not the only lesbian who has a male lover. I wasn't looking, but he found me and put me under his spell. The sex is sex, but what holds me is much beyond sex. I cannot hurt him or displease him. I'm captured. In a way, it is like pushing your father out of your life. Impossible.

    He understands my lesbian nature and has never requested I leave it. I'm 32 now, and he's requested that I have a child for him. I don't know that he's blackmailing me emotionally, I can't displease him. I'm off of everything, everything. I'm now playing Russian roulette when I see him.

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    # 82941 - by Janet / October 1, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    One Day At A Time Before I Can Bring Her Home With Me

    I went to Lisbon with a friend when we were working remotely. I met a girl from Romania and we got involved romantically. She wanted to move to the US so I agreed to marry her. She's Catholic and the whole lesbian thing got to her. But getting into the US was important so we got married in Portugal. Getting all the papers was a bigger problem, and the consulate flagged it as sham marriage.

    I had to return because of my job, and she stayed in Lisbon. I hired a lawyer, but he said good luck with my case, it was going nowhere. After six months I gave up. She was put on a watch list, with a ten year hold on any visa.

    Well, here I am in Porto, living with Alexandra, she is a waitress and I'm doing freelance social media advertising. Ten years, one day at a time.

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    # 82936 - by Susan / October 1, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    I'm An Adult Now, I Have A Baby, My Father Accepted Her At His Table

    My sexual education was purely book learning, I had no experience. I did have fantasies, which involved fingering myself, stimulating myself, sometimes reaching orgasm. My fantasy started with some boy, but always ended with this one woman. She was the small animal Vet and took care of my puppy. After several offers to give my kitty her personal attention, I had gotten to the point of letting her. In our little community, everyone knew she chased pussy.

    It was during a football game when I ran into her near the concessions that she hid me behind a partitioned and kissed me. With a tap tap tap on my kitty. I went back to my friends with my feelings, went home and found myself fantasizing over her kiss, and petting my kitty.

    I asked her to let me work with her after school, and she hired me as a groomer. She touched my titty, my kitty, my sweet ass, and kissed me. I could not wait to get there, and help her, and touch her hand, get a kiss, she let me touch her titty. After work a few weeks later, she sat me on a table and ate me. If that's not love, what is it?

    By the time I went to college I knew I had to wash my face after eating pussy, how to let myself be made love to, I left for college and my school friends knew I was a pussy girl. I didn't hide it, although my parents were not in favor of my relationship with the Veterinary doctor. Find someone my age, preferably a someone with a dick to fuck me. All pretenses in my home had long evaporated, get pregnant, suck dick, become a Mrs.

    In college it happened, in my junior year I got pregnant, by what's his name? The guy in Physics. I left my baby at home and finished college and ran, no exaggeration, ran home to my baby. My feelings for her are deeper and stronger, and now that I am an adult with a baby, I sit beside her at my father's table.

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    # 82878 - by Sonja / September 29, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 71

    Two Japanese American Girls Who Found Each Other And Never Left Again

    At sixteen I kissed with another girl. We were best friends. After that kiss we grew apart, we were both embarrassed. It was ten years later that we met again at the funeral of a friend's parents. Overwhelmed at seeing each other we fell into a long embrace, crying. And we became close again, in the intimate world.

    Today, we are older, wiser. We made decisions to become normal, live in the normal. We found suitable men, were married, made families, homes, careers. But never more than a phone call apart. Best friends, who remained intimate all these years.

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    # 82854 - by Kim / September 28, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    A Southern Girl, Finds The 'one'

    After college a professor helped me land a job in bookkeeping for a very wealthy family. My boss at the time was a sixty plus CPA. He was above anything I did. The family representative was a woman also in her sixty plus years who only cared about art. The offices were nice, with a staff of a dozen, including a lawyer and a secretary for all the social commitments.

    Coming from a world where a nice birthday g*ft is a $25 g*ft card, a $400,000 for condo for Mary seemed a little much, especially since she had flunked out of college. I had an account for Family Gifts, by name, for reconciling against inheritance limits.

    OK, so I meet Kerry, a NW student in Child Early Development. Kerry was more like me, and I woke up in her room overlooking the pool and tennis courts. We went downstairs and met her mother, who asked us if we had slept well. Very different from the day I was discovered with a senior girl when I was sixteen.

    The CPA called me in and told me not to get involved, the help in accounting had to remain independent. Kerry didn't take that very well and I was assigned as her personal 'maid'. I moved to Evanston with her, to make her bed and washout her underwear. I was completely taken in by her, and she could not stay away from me. I tutored her, and washed her hair. We walked to pizza, and hung out with her friend's group, some were very politically involved.

    One night, after all my chores were done, letting down her hair, and applying her face cream, and kissing her softly you know where. I told her, I did not like her friends, and they were a bad influence on her. Come away with me, put a ring on my finger, and we can go south to get away from her friends.

    Choosing, being made to choose, was hard. But a girl needs to know who is her real friend, and whose using her. And it takes a ring, and 'I do', and moving away with me. We eloped before calling her mom. I know we are young. Here where I live, is the University of Kentucky where I went, and where she will finish school. We will make our home here, we will live on the family farm. Grandma said we can plant our roots here.

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    # 82828 - by Deanne / September 27, 2025
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