Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?

My Aunty Is My Role Model, My Mentor, My Light.

As a young girl we weren't allowed to spend time alone with our aunt, she 'liked' young girls. When I went to college, she lived close enough and I visited her once or twice. She was an opera enthusiast, and worked as a secretary for a law firm in her town. By her own admission, she couldn't put up with a man, and never developed an interest in a dick. Her interest always gravitated to young women in the arts.

She helped me come to terms with my preference for girls. I had a crush for this one girl in my English Lit class, but she liked boys who played with balls. My aunt told me 'flat' out, falling for a straight girl was an occupational hazard.

Before I graduated I 'tried' dick. A super intelligent guy, but he had Neanderthal views on women . Still, he was a Neanderthal when he gave me dick. Over the months that followed I fell in line, and did my best to be a Neanderthal woman. I married him right after graduation. I knew it was a mistake, but he had me by the neck.

Over time I grew to appreciate my aunt. I learned from her the downfall of women, and the rise of man, that continues to this day. A lot of has to do with who has the dick. My life, is pretty good. He has a PhD now in esoteric stuff and works in a free thinking lab with other nerds. They may be smart, but they all need a mommy to wipe their butts, my husband included.

On the mating front, marry for brains, don't marry for brawn. I have a girlfriend. Her name is Paola. She's first generation American, Brazilian parents. We met in college, she had a very difficult time with her natural persuasion. But, thanks to aunty, and her words, Paola has embraced her inner self and she's my rudder in these turbulent waters navigating with a smart husband and his smart kids. One thing you absolutely have to accept, it's not sex that makes you one or the other, it's what's inside that matters. Sex is the icing on the cake. Paola has helped me embrace my inner self. I need her, she needs me, we compliment each other. Without her I'd be a miserable Neanderthal hag.

  • My First Time As A Woman

    Locked flat for years
    Tucked into a tight silk thong
    Little breasts in a tight bra
    On trembling knees
    Biting my lip
    Plugged with a gem that started too big
    But now parts me with ease
    My thong slides on the gem as I suck his cock
    He’s so hard
    Almost too big for my mouth
    He tells me where he’s going next
    I present myself to him on the bed
    Feel his fingers grasp my plug
    A gentle tug then that sound
    The cold metal left me empty
    Slowly replaced with that fleshy warmth
    He fucks me
    He fucks me hard
    My clit struggles before it goes soft
    Dripping lube for his magnum
    When he’s done with me, he pulls out
    I feel his raw tip enter my loose hole
    He lets it flow inside me
    Slaps my ass and asks for more

    Finding Out I Am Lesbian, Finding My 'sister', And Being 'productive'

    I was approached by a woman, five years older than me, to 'substitute' for her, as she was not productive. That is be her surrogate. I was 23 then, and her offer included paying my tuition for culinary school. I was not at first interested, but the money, the tuition, a car, all convinced me.

    At first, when discussing the 'how', it was 'clinical'. But his performance failed. And after assurances that it was her problem, I agreed to a more natural method. At that point it became personal. Receiving sperm, is a very personal feeling. No accident, it's intentional.

    I conceived without a problem. I enrolled in culinary school. I drove around in a new car. And I socialized with her. She wanted to feel my pregnancy. It was physical, touching, hugging, 'breast to breast, belly to belly'. Laying on her bed, with nothing on but panties, massaging my breasts, oiling down my belly, and her lubricated fingers arousing my clitoris, impossible to resist kissing.

    It didn't go unnoticed. Not by me, or her, or him for that matter. She became pregnant.

    Being a surrogate, standing in for her, making love with her, all contributed for her to conceive.

    I am deep in my culinary studies, I have a great kitchen to practice in. With an 18 month toddler underfoot, and her 12 month old sister. She and I share this house, and we've become 'sisters'. Maybe sisters enough to go another round.

  • New Passion For Me, I Find That I Really Enjoy It

    Things were not going well for me at work, and my marriage was on the rocks. Money issues of all kinds, my kids were getting up there and college was on the horizon and my wife wanted a new house. My job takes me to Minneapolis once a month. I have to go because that's where the factory is and my job requires me to sign off on the accounts. I go because in the infinite wisdom of the powers to be they let go of the plant controller.

    I change hotels, I don't like staying at the same place. I have a rental car, so where I stay is my business. This time I stayed at hotel I had not stayed at before. I went down to the bar, and I ordered a beer and this guy that was there came over and asked me if I could use company and sat beside me. We talked sports, and politics. And he asked me if I liked sleeping alone. I went off the deep end about by wife, he agreed with me, sometimes a woman is a bitch.

    How and why I went with him up to his room I don't really know. I just went. He sat on the bed and undid my pants and dropped them around my ankles and sucked my dick. He used his hand, which was very warm and it felt good, and I got hard and stood there while he sucked my dick. He stood up and took off his shoes and pants and patted the bed beside him and I took off my shoes and sat down beside him and I sucked his dick. Totally undressed we lay on the bed jerking each other and kissed and kissed. We kissed for a long time, humping against each other, dick to dick. He whispered in my ear that it wasn't going to hurt, I just had to relax, and I let him turn me onto my stomach and he got on my back and he got his dick all the way in to hilt, balls deep.

    All I felt was good. His hot body on me, his hot breath on me, his dick in me. For the first time in my life it felt really good. When he came and pulled out I felt cold. He got up and got a couple of wet handcloths and wiped his dick and I wiped my ass. I wanted to kiss some more and we did. It was another while, of kissing and sucking on his dick, before he got back on my back and the second time was better than the first.

    The feeling was somber for me as I got dressed and went to my room. I didn't see him the morning, and everyone takes off for work. I went to the office and went through the motions before taking off at four for the airport and the plane home.

    I'm converted now. I have a cold relationship with my wife, my kids will have to get financial assistance, and my wife will not have a new house. My office is downsizing again, and I might be without a job. I found a bar in town, we live in the suburbs, that caters to lonely men in town. I do not care for hookers. I have met a man or two and gone with them. I work late, that's the excuse. One man I learned is a shoe salesman at the mall, not the one close to my house. He's sixty two and is originally from Ankara Turkey and he likes for me to suck his dick. And I like it when he gets on my back.

    Having Or Not Having A Dick Says It All

    The short story is that I was born without a dick.

    I grew up in a large family of five kids, three females and two males. As a female I was raised to be prepared for marriage, and I had to learn all the life skills of marriage. At 11 I was made responsible for keeping up with my brother's room, including his laundry. That's how you learned. Among the hateful things was having to dress up for Easter, white shoes and sox, and a lavender dress. I hated every second of it. I was the proverbial tomboy of my class.

    I had a crush on a girl in junior high, but she was all girl and she would flirt with the boys. I got so angry and hurt. My mother told me to take a good look, I had no dick, stop focusing on that girl. When she went to prom in the 11th grade with this jock, I stayed home and begged off because I felt bad. My prom dress is still in the closet of my home.

    In college I had a crush on a girl in my first year Biology class. But she told me that without a dick I wasn't of interest to her, she was there to get married and I should too. In my junior year I fell hard for this TA and she responded and we went out. My first date, ever. We kissed and held hands. We ended up in bed having sex. It was her first time too. All in all we had several orgasms before we got up. We showered together and she washed my pussy and I washed hers. We had breakfast and I saw that she didn't know the right way to rinse off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. And just like that, the feelings were gone.

    In my last semester I ran across a guy I had had a class with and he pinned me against the wall and put his hand on my chest to hold me, and with the other hand he felt me up. He wanted to make sure I didn't have a dick, because I was a dick. He took care of me, he had sex with me at his apartment and he had more sex with me at his apartment, and again had sex with me in the morning. He had never had a girl 'like me'. He offered to poke my butthole, but I refused.

    I never walked free after that. He had me draw a week schedule on a piece of paper and block out my classes. I had prescheduled time that I had to respect. I had my time for my things, but that was allowed. I had to show him tits, and show him my pussy and suck his dick. And bend over, and take it. And lay back and take it, and suck his dick and then take it. The worst time was when he took me on the floor of the bathroom. Bottom line, my pussy was for him to take and then I had to suck his dick.

    I walked away from my graduation straight into his arms and a kiss in front of my parents and two of my siblings. Mom and Dad this is Jake, he fucks me and I suck his dick. Are you satisfied now? I got married that summer before moving with him to his job. To set up house and pick up after him, and all the other things that comes with the territory of not having a dick. Since I could cook, and most of the other girls could not, I was elected to host. One day I just got down on my knees in front of everyone and unzipped Jake's pants and sucked his dick. Satisfied now?

    Because I got married so early, I had kids early. Like a year into the marriage. I had a kid because I was being asked if there was something wrong with Jake. You know, maybe he can't. Shit, fuck you, and I proved to them that Jake could, and did, fuck me and got me pregnant. I had a second one because as a good girl with siblings, I did not want my son to grow up alone.

    So where am I now? I eat pussy. I live with my partner, Joan. I am still married to Jake because I can not get a divorce. I have Jake's name and Jake's kids and I live in Jake's house. If Jake comes around, and he does from time to time, I don't stop him, prevent him, I go with the flow, and he does what he has to do to remind me of who I am. Between my legs I have a hole, not a dick. Jake has the dick. And it's his house.

  • An Incidental Car Problem Opened Me Up To My Gay Side

    I was in college and I liked to go to Denny's around midnight and get something to eat. It was early February and when I was done my car wouldn't start, it was two in the morning. My apartment was about a mile so I started walking. A cop pulled up and asked me what I was doing? I was walking home because my car wouldn't start, so he offered me a ride because it was pretty cold at that hour.

    I asked the cop in to get some coffee. He hesitated but agreed and I put some coffee on. He wasn't as tall as I thought he was, once he took his hat off. And he took his gun belt off and I showed him the bathroom. He was a nice looking guy, and cops are always shaved and short haircuts. With coffee mugs in our hands we talked on the sofa. I reached over to touch his pants, I was curious as to the fabric. He took it another way and held my hand on his thigh and bent over and kissed me. He asked me if I had ever had a cop fuck me.

    This is that time when you really don't know what to do. It was already getting on three in the morning and this cop was with me. He wanted to kiss and get horny and I wasn't sure how to tell him I wasn't of that persuasion. He had unzipped my pants by then and he was working on my dick with his hand and then he leaned down to suck me. He volunteered that he just loved to suck cock, and he loved having his cock sucked in return. That's how we got naked, standing up in front of the couch holding each other's cock in our hand and kissing.

    In the bedroom I adopted the position. He felt up my asshole with his fingers and used spit to get my asshole wet before he started to push his dick in. I had my eyes closed, hugging the pillow with my knees holding my ass up, and he was working his dick in. It felt good in a way I could not compare with, I definitely liked it and I was ok with him slamming his balls against me. He finished fucking me and suggested we wash off in the shower, where we kissed under the shower and we both took turns sucking cock. After we were done, dried off and everything he said he had to go back out on patrol and got his gun belt on and his hat and said that anytime I needed company to give him a heads up about it.

    And that's pretty much how I spent the remainder of my college days, with a cop boyfriend. I got more and more gay as the days went by, to the point that I had very emotional feelings. I definitely called him my boyfriend, and he called me his boyfriend. Because he was a cop we didn't associate with any other gays, it was strictly under cover. Looking back on it it was was my best sex ever.

    Giving Each Other Hand Jobs

    This happened about 12 years ago with me and my friend. I used to go over to his house all the time and We would give each other hand jobs in his room while his mom is at work. We would watch BBC interracial porn and jerk each other off until we cummed. We were both obsessed with interracial porn since we both liked see white girls getting destroyed by black anacondas. We would watch it for humiliation since our dicks were alot smaller.

    Up Until Andrea Came Along I Thought I Was Some Repressed Bitch

    I pretty much fit the image of the corporate accounting nerd. I do taxes, exciting stuff. I'm not what anyone wants from a sex point of view. I'm opinionated and for some reason that I have never been able to find out, I have a negative image of sex in any form. I was happy being what I was, a virgin who judged everyone.

    But in the middle of the night, when I was all alone I read novels of women who were put upon by a man, a train robber, a desert sheik, forced to the woman they did not want to be. I watched porn, not the nice type of porn, the porn where women are abused and forced to suck dick, or be peed upon. I don't like porn with hairy women, I like a well shaved and accessible vagina. It's all fake, but still, a woman with her legs spread and a view of her vagina helps me sleep in piece.

    Along come this girl Andrea. She works as a paralegal. 32 and nice, but not boobwise, really small tits and she doesn't really even have an ass. She's one of those girls who can easily wear and carry off the teen boy look, even the hair. But I caught her in the 'ladies' room and she was wearing tight brief panties with strawberry's and she was looking at her bush. I told her that for me bush was out, I needed a nice smooth pair of lips to bring the tigress out in me. It was a joke. But she didn't take that way.

    When she presented me with a clean, recently waxed, smooth pair of lips I swooned. In real life it was a whole lot different, but I went down on her like that. My first pussy, my very first pussy and I enjoyed it a bunch. Her tits are small but she has biggish nipples and her little butt cheeks are just the right size for me to grab her by. I 'devoured' her, every bit of the fantasy I had about being accosted by a man, I did with her. Except for the obvious. But she didn't mind.

    Weeks, and months went by and Andrea was so much prettier than I had thought. She said she liked me the way I was, not so small, with ample hips and boobs that hang when I'm on my hands and knees over her. A good boob slap goes a long way. I started to get myself waxed and give her a smooth pussy too. Eating pussy is something you do because you have a drive to inflict it on her.

    Out at an outdoor mall, it was a nice Spring day, we sat on a bench to get our thoughts together, and I put my arm around her and kissed her a solid kiss with tongue. I told her I wanted everyone to know that she was my girl, and we went public on FB.

    Everyone who knew me said they always knew I was some kind of lesbian, probably a butch or dyke. How come I didn't know? I always thought of myself as a repressed prude, except in the middle of the night with my sex novels or cruising the internet for pretty pussy girls to lust about.

    I Met That Girl,

    I remained virgin thru no fault if my own. When I was a young school girl I was petrified. When I was in high school I was above it. In college, there were no men. Went into the corporate world, all the men were married. In my early thirties I experimented with another virgin girl. No, I wasn't gay.

    In my mid thirties I went to a baby shower for a coworker, and hitched a ride with her brother, who had been told I was a virgin, and his mission was to pop my cherry. He took me to a hot bar where girls danced in short shirts, commando, flashing their intimates. I was mesmerized by this one girl, and I wanted to kiss her coochie. I followed her into the bathroom and introduced myself and told her that watching her only made me want to dance with her.

    We danced the rest of the evening, and I went home with her and kissed her sweaty pussy. All that kissing and savoring her gave me an orgasm, after which she took over. At that time I was so happy I had experimented before and I didn't act stup!d.

    We dated a few more times, she told me she had this boyfriend of sorts, and he wanted to meet me. We met him at an outdoor restaurant, and he took my cherry, before working her over. The feelings between us kept us out of his reach, and we played house together. We went dancing a lot, flashing our intimates, but never went home with someone we met there.

    It's been a couple of years now, and we are a lot more serious. Her ex boyfriend calls but we give him the cold shoulder. As far as that goes, once was enough for me. Watching her dance for me reminds me, that for me kissing those lips us what it's all about.

  • House To Myself

    My wife is out at work. I'm collared and gagged. I just need a huge dick master here to give me the discipline I need ...