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Lesbian Female / 30

To Get Ahead You Need A Sponsor

In 2015 I auditioned for a part with a large city theatre group. I got the part, my first real part in theatre. The play lasted three weeks and was well received. I felt I had nailed my part and I would be asked back. What I got was a call from a man who said he had seen the play and wanted to talk to me.

I was not in on why he called me. If I was his girlfriend, he would sponsor me. He liked starlets like me. I checked around and I was told every girl had to have a sponsor, that went for guys too. One of the reasons so many male actors were gay. That I was a lesbian didn't matter, he liked what he saw and he would sponsor me, or my one hit wonder would be it.

I wasn't his only girlfriend. He had an older experienced actress on the payroll. She slept with him. She was my manager. The more he saw me, the more often he wanted to see me. Until it became a regular thing. My auditions were successful, I got better and better parts. Until I became a permanent member of the company.

That's why I have ten uninterrupted years on stage. My sponsor loves me. What can I say.

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# 78317 - by Liz / April 12, 2025
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 53

    An Accidental Business An Accidental Relationship Accidentally Lesbian

    After High school I went to a six week training for girls aspiring to be stewardesses. It was one of those schools that promises the moon but doesn't deliver. It cost my mother 1,500 of those days dollars, and all I got out of it was picture in a 'not an airline' stewardess uniform.

    I got a job as an insurance clerk at an agency. A man and wife thing. She was understanding but didn't hold back about theses schools that stole money. She did like my stewardess picture. For reasons unknown she said I was pretty enough and I had the rack to be a Playboy bunny. The next thing I know I'm posing topless for her in a field. It was a little embarrassing sitting topless out in the open. She brushed blush on my breasts and plucked at my nipples. She told me when she was in high school she posed for this woman who sold 8 by 10 glossies to sailors.

    We sent in the application with four 8 by 10 glossies. I got silence. She wanted to build a client base for modeling, and she used the pictures for advertising. Several girls signed up and I helped her set up and take pictures of the models. All of them signed they were 18, but some of the weren't. That's where I fell in love with topless girls and became a 'titty' girl.

    The little business attracted girls looking to work as topless dancers. These girls had real nice titties. And they didn't mind being touched and made up for the pictures, and weren't opposed to some open leg pictures. I had become pretty good behind the camera, and we had a word of mouth business.

    I had a man come by and he asked for some explicit pictures, hard core pictures. We discussed it and decided we weren't going to do Porn. We were a modeling studio for topless dancers, and younger girls wanting pictures for boyfriends. The business was popular, lots of girls looking for a break in Playboy or Penthouse, and maybe the movies. Most were topless dancers in shady places.

    At that time when we were so young, barely legal, our business was jumping. Hardly zero enhanced girls. We got visited by vice looking for prostitutes. We treated them well, let them observe a shoot of some topless girl. One of them, a forty something, asked me to prove to him I was a girl. I dropped my pants and asked him 'does this look like a girl?'

    He was way too aggressive and what he wanted was the real thing, not pictures. He got what he wanted and I had to be a girl for him. That's when I knew for certain, it wasn't for me, I was strictly into girls.

    Well that business lasted for a while until it attracted too much attention because of the high school girls. We reluctantly closed and stuck to insurance. Her husband got fed up with us and our little business and divorced her. I think maybe we were the first lesbian agency, selling home and auto insurance. Still in business.

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    # 78307 - by MCA / April 12, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 29

    Fit Girls Make My Blood Run Hot

    I work in human resources and we hired a young woman for accounts payable. She is a hispanic girl with a very fit look. I talked to her and found out the gym where she worked out. I went to watch her. She was curious and I told her work out girls were my favorite.

    I watched her every afternoon, she made sure I was watching and let me stand close. When she showered she gave me a show. After a week she told me I had to pay.

    We went to my place, my roommate was out of town. Nothing is sacred, nothing. Not that I'm experienced, I wasn't, but I was experienced the next day.

    Her name is Alma, and we play cat and mouse and other games.

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    # 78283 - by Marylou / April 11, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    And Just Like That The Roles Flipped 180

    As a teenager I knew I was different, certainly from my sister. She was always hanging around friends, guys, and I was never around guys. She did all the cooking and cleaning, and I did homework. She wore dresses all the time and I wore pants and nondescript tops. She liked parties and I felt awkward. She read People, I read my father's WSJ.

    Moving onto college, I shared an apartment. One night after bedtime some friends of my roommate came over. I heard a lot of commotion and went out to the living room and she was naked and 'sitting' on one guy, and holding the other guy's penis in her hand. They saw me and the two naked guys invited me to join them, I turned and slammed my door shut. The two guys came into my room and pulled me out by the legs and undressed me.

    I was completely naked and they argued about who was going to fuck me. One held my ankles trying to spread my legs open. The other one held me down by the shoulders. Then my roommate sat on my face rubbing her pussy over me. She told them she knew I was queer and to release me.

    My roommate had friends, who were lesbians, who came over to tease me. I got a mouthful of pussy when this one girl held me down to sat on me and pronounced me her girlfriend.

    I didn't know that there was this whole sexual club on campus and that queers and lesbians and straights got together to fuck and suck and make merry. I had to follow my girlfriend wherever she wanted to take me. I had to wear a tshirt to this party with 'I eat pussy' and walk around campus with 'I'm taken'. She qualified in every sense as to what I called butch and wore her hair short and jeans and plaid shirts and workboots. She wanted me to dress in dresses and have my hair done.

    She made sure that I was always made up and she took me out to prove to everyone she had a soft lesbian. When it came time to deal with 'our' situation she decided that it was best if we got married. She didn't like being called Miss or anything like that, she called out anyone who told her she didn't have the balls for whatever.

    We left college in this relationship. I got a job working for the city and she went to work for a construction company as a supervisor, she degreed in Construction Science. All those men around her made me jealous, one of them was going to see through her and he was going to get on her. She fended them off but one day it happened. She got pregnant from it and screamed at me that it was unfair and that she couldn't be a mother.

    I agreed to get pregnant with her and the same guy impregnated me. That way she and I would both be mothers. She had a son and I had a daughter. Gone were her workboots and she started letting her hair down. She 'went' soft and started using makeup. I worked on her to soften her up a lot and bought her dresses. She gave up the field work and got a job working in purchasing.

    Today we live in a house in the suburbs, for the schools and the kids in the neighborhood. My wife is now the stay at home mother and don't you dare ever tell her she isn't beautiful. I work for the city and I am a supervisor. She is soft and when we make love it is gentle. Gone are the days of pinning me down, now she wants to be made love to.

    I have had to step in and be the guiding force in the household. There isn't anything like DADDY and MOMMY, it's a share and share alike type of relationship. But, she isn't beyond telling salespeople that she doesn't make those types of decisions, they need to check with me about that.

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    # 78244 - by Ellie / April 10, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 64

    Oh Those Feelings When You Are Young, They Haunt You All Your Life

    Back in my days, a long long time ago, there wasn't so much BS as to who touched who. Where were we supposed to learn? My father took a job overseas overseeing a large public construction project funded by our government. He was really the eyes and ears to the government on how the money was being spent. This was all part of a time when large infrastructure projects were being built worldwide.

    He had use of a big house and we the kids went to the only private school. The house was too big for a woman to clean by herself so my mother had help from a maid. This maid was too us kids pretty old, but probably not older than forty or thirty five. She came to my room to tuck me in when my parents were out on social activities, which was pretty often enough.

    She tucked me in, and to make sure I was nice and tight in my bed, she ran her hand all across my body, head to foot and back again. If something nice was where her hand went, she spent a little more time there. I was thirteen so I had a couple of bumps and she rubbed me there, and sometimes because she was nice she rubbed me right there between my legs. Sometimes, not always, the covers came back off and she rubbed my bumps and between my legs with nothing but my pajamas. It took a long time for me to doze off to sleep.

    I didn't like having to wear a camisole or underpants under my pajamas. I liked it better without either one and when she put her face down and blow against my bumps or between my legs I felt strange feelings, like when you were shocked by an electric current. If I got to squirming she would hold me down and kiss me tight on the lips, and then bite a nipple or two. I had my first orgasms like that and I opened my legs wide for her bite me there.

    Well this is the problem with all that. I never got over the feelings that gave me and I spent my life looking for a woman to make me feel good. A little older and back at home I kissed a girl right there between her legs. Another one I sucked hard on her nipples and slipped my hand down there. Another one I lay back on my back while she slipped her tongue inside me. This was all during that time when anything touching you sets you on fire.

    As an adult I had to settle down to being an adult. I never married, no man ever met my fancy. I had various girlfriends here and there before settling down with a 'good friend' of mine. She was much like my early sitter in that far away land, she heard the stories, and she put me to bed, rubbing me in all the right places, I dozed off into never never land after having a shock to make me feel good.

    I have my memories and others have theirs. But in our day, fifty years ago, it didn't matter who touched your first, it was the best time of my young life.

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    # 78241 - by Marianne / April 10, 2025
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 39

    Sometimes In Love And War You Need A Strong Man To Impose Sex On You

    In my apartment complex I have these neighbors. The wife told me that her husband liked me and she invited me to come over. I was hesitant at first, but what harm could come out of a little bit of sex with a married couple. The sex was invigorating, I much preferred sharing with her than him, but did enjoy being 'nailed' to the bed and taking it and whimpering.

    All my life I've known that I'm a submissive. Hold me down and force me and I will have an orgasm. Give me liberty and I can't manage an orgasm. It's that simple. A man like her husband is everything everyone finds abhorrent, but then again, they haven't been under him. As to the wife, there's a lot to have fun about. She's open to discovery of her inner feelings, and I'm more than happy to take her on a tour of the life of two women.

    I'm not bi, far from it. I'm a lesbian, and so is she. It just so happens that we like a man who gets rough with us. We have that in common.

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    # 78200 - by Denise / April 8, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 50

    Lucky Or Unlucky I Don't Know Which, I Married A Man, But Divorced Him

    When I was fourteen my neighbor friend and I shaved our pubes. We shaved each other. It was the first time that I really touched and examined a girl. She lay on her back and let her legs open so I could discover. Nothing drawings do justice to. I found her clit and her vagina and rubbed her clit and stuck my finger in her vagina. Only after that did I kiss her pussy, with all my might and stuck my tongue in. She repeated the favor. We were off and running. We had no after school supervision, we lay naked on the bed and sucked tits and fingered pussy and ate pussy and kissed heavily. Something in us had been set loose.

    As we went through high school we became more and more amorous. We held hands when watching a movie, we hugged and kissed gently. My parents were tolerant, sure it was a phase of adolescence. Her parents were more worldly and witnessed their daughter become a full blood lesbian. Neither set of parents stopped us, or commented negatively. It was far better for us to play lesbian than end up pregnant. The pragmatic answer.

    In college I was thrown to the ground and a guy got on me. He held me down so I couldn't move and humped my ass until I let my legs open. He got on his knees and pulled my pants down, and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable. He shoved his penis in, one shove, before he 'fucked' me, and came inside me. I found out that I was girlfriend material and spent the rest of college in his bed, with my legs open.

    I got married right after graduation, as he was ROTC and had joined the Navy. We moved to San Diego and he went off on his ship and I went to work as a bookkeeper in a small accounting firm. In the apartments were we lived I met this girl Jessica. She liked to shave her pussy and asked me if I wanted her to shave me. There on my back as she shaved all my pubes away, there on my elbows with my butt in the air as she 'bleached' my anus. Only after I was completely shaved clean and my anus bleached did she eat me. I learned from Jessica that anal oral sex was amazing.

    Jessica worked for a Chiropractor as a receptionist, and she worked out at the gym and asked me to join her. By the time I saw my husband again I had small guns to show him for the effort. He wasn't turned on by my shaved and bleached anus, and didn't want me that way. I didn't look like a woman. Letting my pubes grow out again, even groomed, I didn't like them. I preferred the totally naked look on me. And I missed Jessica's tongue on my anus, and the groping and kissing that went along with it. By the time we hit the one year mark, we were getting divorced and I went full on back to Jessica.

    In SC being lesbian just wasn't what it was in my hometown. It seemed that everyone was lesbian, we did not have anything to do with men, and only socialized around women. Lots of girl couples, some old and some young. and here and there a mother daughter type relationship. Without any boundaries, without anyone castigating us for being lesbian, we went down the path of most lesbians at the time. We were proud of our bodies, as we were into body sculpture, and we had no problem showing off our now empowered vulvas at the pool in the complex. NO MEN allowed, or something like that, nothing but lesbians lived at this complex.

    We just got back from one of our cruises, this time we went to the Mediterranean. We saw Greece and Turkey, the water looks nice but it is not user friendly. On the ship we met a couple, our age, who were friendly. She is lesbian, but married at twenty when she got pregnant. She has been married thirty years to her husband, thirty years married to a man, and she is a very definitely a lesbian. Oh, and she had three children. She isn't one that brings it up, we had to draw it out of her. It's just what happened to her.

    That could have been me if I had not met Jessica. Married to a Navy man, with three kids, living off base, socializing with other Navy wives. That some of us were lesbians would not have changed a thing. For lesbians having their husbands at sea was never a problem. But a good Navy lesbian wife never turns her back on her husband.

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    # 78185 - by Stephanie / April 8, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 27

    No Longer A Virgin

    So, it happened.

    I met him at a bar. He held me by the wrist. He wanted to leave and take me with him. Out back, against the light pole he kissed me, felt me up. I told him where I lived and we went there. In the apartment he kissed me against the wall, felt me up some more, grabbed my ass with both hands. Got my pants undone and open, pushed down. He put his hands in my pants, in my panties. Got his hand in my crack and felt up my butt hole. Still kissing me he asked for sex in the bedroom.

    I let him put me on my back. He was done in a minute.

    Not that exciting, not romantic, never saw him again.

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    # 78140 - by Joy / April 6, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 28

    I Little Bit About My Dyke Self And Getting Married

    The first time I was called a dyke I was in college in San Antonio. The girl that called me a dyke was a real sorority type and she had long hair, and nice body, and she was sorority pretty. Drove a BMW. I worked part time in the service line of the cafeteria. I took offense to her, I wore my hair short since junior high because I was a sports nut, and did track and played soccer. Body style wise, I was my mother, tall for a girl, with long legs and thin, with a small chest. But pretty, I was always pretty, blue eyes and blonde hair and I could carry it off, especially in pictures.

    Any way, miss sorority told me that there was a man on campus looking for girls to model. She assured me he was a photographer and was looking for models for Penney's. She swore up and down that it wasn't a scam and she was modeling for him and I should go to. She didn't call me a dyke right then. He was a photographer and I fit his typecasting for sports gear. It was while we were modeling that she nonchalantly changed in front of me. In panties and bra she asked me if I thought she was pretty. She faced me and took her bra off. Wanted to know if I thought she had nice tits. "You can touch them if you want".

    I am a dyke, but I had never touched a girl's tits. Nor kissed a girl. Or anything. I had lost my virginity in high school to the jock football receiver. But now I touched her tits, and she used her hand to squeeze my hand to squeeze her tit. "You can kiss me". Why did I start? I couldn't stop and she had to push me off and tell me to settle down because people could hear us.

    I ate her outright. Tore at her pussy. No amount of 'settle down, go easy' stopped me. I was let loose and I could not get enough of her. She liked to tease me, wore silly panties, wore a dress all the time and dressed up real pretty. She was all sorority and I had to keep myself under control, because sororities pay lip service to lesbians but don't like out lesbians. It was the hardest thing for me. I was 'hungry' for her all the time, but not nice hungry. I was aggressive and dominating, she didn't refuse me, but she didn't want it in public. "Keep your hands to yourself".

    I am a lot more controlled now. We live in Houston, in an apartment in a fairly gay part of town, and we can dance and kiss and hold hands in public. She works for a Big Four accounting firm and I work in Public Relations for a city department. Where she works there are gay women, but where I work it is a gay department. Being a dyke helps a lot, I get left alone.

    We are going to get married. We decided we both would wear wedding gowns and j*welry. I'm letting my hair grow a little, she wants a lot of sorority girl photoshoots. The only dyke part I'm allowed is she will stand to my left during the ceremony. We will be Mrs. and Mrs. Smith (my real last name). After the ceremony I will wear trousers for the reception.

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    # 77940 - by Marie / March 30, 2025
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 34

    Choosing Safety And Security On The Arm Of A Man

    I'm not in the advice business, but I need to put it out there.

    Ladies, if you are a lesbian, you will still be a lesbian tomorrow. Yes I know, being poor is awful, worse than awful, and you can learn to love him. You have the opportunity to have children, a home in the suburbs, the nice car, furniture, summer vacations. Marrying for money gets you out of the gutter. But a man that goes for a lesbian, especially a young dirt poor, broke, lesbian, is a rescuer. He will rescue you, but you will always, always be his project.

    He will love you, a man's love, really does blow your mind when he holds you. But when he's ejaculating in you, he is owning you. Maybe straight women want that type of ownership, but your lesbian self will grow to resent it. Walking the walk, morning, noon and night, day in and day out, wearing what pleases him, cooking and cleaning (believe me a man needs his wife to cook and clean for him), not to mention babies, you will not have time for yourself, and lesbians need a lot of time for themselves.

    Are you prepared to put him first? His babies first? First, means every minute of every day for the rest of your life. Straight women are wired to do that, lesbians are to put it bluntly, selfish.

    Ask yourself before you take the plunge for safety and security, are you wife material? Or a selfish girl?

    I'm past being able to leave him, I'm trapped in a golden cage, with three children. The man loves me, he rescued me, and put me on a pedestal. He doesn't remember I'm a lesbian. It's suffocating, controlling, I can't even use the bathroom without a kid asking what I'm doing. You think a puppy is lots of work, wait until you're married.

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    # 77896 - by Amelia / March 29, 2025
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