Were you outed and didn't want to be? Need to talk about your very first time or encounter? Have a question about technique or about safe sex? Whatever it is, lay it all out here. This category is specifically for lesbian stories.

My First Lesbian Experience

I asked a neighbor if she would be down to have sex with me and she said yes. She said she's never been with a women before so she has no experience. I told her not to worry that if she's down I would do all the pleasing and she would be doing all the moaning. She won't even have to return the favor if she doesn't want to, that's fine with me. She's a little bit older than me, I'm 30 she's in her late 40s. When I asked her I didn't think she would say & to be honest I'm kinda shy. But I've been wanting to be with a girl for so long now so it can't be that bad right? I just hope she got some good pussy when I eat it & those titties are gonna be sore when I'm done sucking on them for hours. All I want is for her to lay back and let me play with that pussy I need the experience. Practice makes perfect

  • Unconventional Lesbian Lifestyle

    As a foreign student my worst fear was returning to my home country. A friend of mine from college talked her brother into marrying me so I could get a green card. Lots of pictures, invitations, etc. to fake a premarital relationship. A joint bank account, a joint address. But no hanky panky.

    At work, I got a job with my degree because of my status, I met Teresa from San Antonio. One day in the restroom she lifted her shirt and asked me what I thought of her 'ladies'. I was shocked, but she demanded an answer and to compare my 'ladies' to hers. She kissed me on the mouth and told me she wanted to be my girlfriend.

    When she asked me to come to her apartment I was shocked to see a painting of a naked woman over her sofa. She told me straight out she was lesbian and she knew I was too. She kissed me, felt me up, undressed me, and ate me. My very first sexual intimacy. I went back to my apartment, my 'husband' was waiting. Where had I been, with who, and why had I gone out without telling him?

    He found a love bite on my neck, and gave me holy hell for it. If he left me and divorced me I would lose my status and be deported. He demanded I be a wife for real and have a baby. My first intercourse was for insemination. I conceived easily. From then to now I've been a wife 'for real'.

    Teresa approached my husband and asked him to inseminate her. No artificial nothing, she insisted on nature's way, but only with him. I had a vote, but not really.

    We remained friends with benefits, but back then we were 'good friends' who shared a baby father. We have never lived together, nor have we ever missed Christmas together. Since my husband is a stay at home Christian, Teresa and me and the children have been a church family. I won't say we mix finances, but since I'm the financial manager I see our pool of money as for the family.

    Sometimes, when my husband sees Teresa he kisses her deeply. It's been a very long time since Teresa refused him.

    When Two Dogs Size Each Other Up, Same Applies To An Alpha And Me

    The cold cruel reality. I'm what some call a dyke. The more assertive lesbian in the couple. I'm an engineer, and a pilot for fun. I'm pretty dominant in social dynamics. But the cruel reality is coming face to face with a real non nonsense man. Alphas are Alphas because they are. The only choice is to pull my tail between my legs and take what he dishes out.

    Early on, late high school, college, I was frustrated to the point of crying. But as a forty something I've learned to accept the pecking order. No balls, means no balls, and that's that.

  • My First Lesbian Experience.

    So my name is suman saikia, 25 yrs old from assam. And this is my confession about my first lesbian experience.
    It was back from when i was in college, so I was at a college party, and it was winding down. People were either passed out drunk, or had paired off to have fun elsewhere. But there was one really hot guy left, harshit. I’d had a thing for him for about a month, but never spoke to him.
    Problem was, my friend prapti was also at this party, and she also wanted him.
    She suggested that we share him. I thought she’d get him cuz she was the college slut. She thought I’d get him cuz I was the better gf material. Prapti said he’d probably only date one of us afterwards, but getting fucked by him once was better than never. I felt compelled to agree with her.
    She then suggested that we invite ourselves back to his place, then we would strip and have some fun together for his viewing pleasure, then we could take turns being fucked. I wasn’t so sure about this idea of her as I’d never done anything with a girl before I told her, I’m straight.
    Don’t worry she replied, so am I, but we’ve both had a few drinks, have an open mind and moves along with the plan of hers!
    I still wasn’t sure if I could do it, but she quickly grabbed my face and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss. I felt compelled to kiss her back, and I started to enjoy it. She slowly slipped her hand down my pants, and started playing with my clit. It felt good. She guided my hand towards hers.
    We kept kissing, playing with each other with passion for a while as we were both lost in it due to the atmosphere as well as the drinks.
    After that we both came. My first time with another girl felt good. Unfortunately, Harshit had left the party already till then, and Prapti invited me back to her place for a few more drinks, and some fun. I agreed to her invitation and i was indulged in it now.
    We remained friends with benefits for a few months afterwards. But after our convocation we went to our separate ways and i never tried to talk with Harshit as well as Prapti.
    I still consider myself straight, as I don’t have any sexual feelings towards other girls.
    But, in the right circumstances, I think I can be adaptable.

    Can't Get Large Black Women Off My Mind!

    I'm a 4'6 pale redhead LESBIAN who was one day next to a 6'8 very tall thick black women and I was so turned on being around her that i stuck my hand in my pants and had to rub out to her and eventually begged her to ride my face with her fantasic butt

    The thought of many ways to be dominated by her appeals to me like being held against wall easily by one of her arms

  • A Reality None Of Us Wants To Accept Or Believe

    As a young college student I watched romantic movies, read romances and believed these romances were true. My personal experience never happened like that. Emotional abuse, physical deprivation, heart broken, I left college convinced that romance as depicted was a fantasy. I returned home and walked into a marriage with a suitable man, approved by my father who gave me away.

    I became a mother before becoming a wife.

    I have not witnessed the fairy tale, not once, not ever. I really wish that the depictions were not there, to mislead other young women. The truth is far different. My situation, married as I am need not be for others. I wish it would be different, but it isn't.

    My advice, steal yourself for disappointment, love comes in a rush, a wave overcomes you. But just as the wave comes it leaves just as sudden. It's not for women to be together for a lifetime, other than sisters, women are meant for a man, and visa versa. It's the law. The law of nature.

    I Never Thought I Would Be PG But I Am And I'm Getting Married

    As a bit of a dyke I was curious as to what guys were doing and seeing in strip joints. I wanted a table dance too. I have a work companion who promised to take me to a strip joint, but he was always busy, going out with other people, basically putting me off.

    I should add that I don't come across as some hot chick, far from it. Plane Jane all the way, in my dress, form of speaking, physical presentation. Like I said above, I'm more of a dyke. One day I put on makeup, recombed my hair, put on a dress and heels and some earrings that my mother gave me and went to work. As a female that works out, has guns, strong thighs and calves, tucked chest and not from some body sculpting, my coworker asked me what I was doing. I looked ridiculous, like a guy in drag. I made my point.

    Don't expect me to look like some hot chick on Saturday night, now take me to a strip joint and bring me girls will different types of chests. I'm a tit girl and I want tits. I embarrassed him enough that he promised to take me. We went on a week night, and I dressed in jeans and boots and 'masculine' shirt. But I did not fool any of the strippers, they all caught on that I was a dyke. But money is money and my coworker kept feeding them twenties and they came over and danced for me, even lowering their tits into my face.

    When we left my coworker asked me if I had my fill. I told him that it wasn't at all what I expected, probably because the chicks figured out I was a dyke. He said that he thought it funny how they slapped my face with their tits, when it is totally against the rules for any touching. But now that he had seen me in action he wanted to give me dick. Down my throat, up my crotch and in my ass. How about it? Fuck you! But he didn't take no for answer and back at my place he went down on me, before fucking me. Later he insisted he wanted his dick in my mouth, but I didn't want his dick on my ass. Tough cookies, he laid me out and stuck his dick right up my anus.

    Although out of character I liked being manhandled and the dick up the ass made me feel like he owned me. We went to strip joints all over town, I learned to dress more like a chick to get chick attention. He demanded action on my part when we went out and I got away without a dick up my ass, most times. But he owned my ass and he took advantage of it. In my circles I referred to him as my boyfriend, he referred to me as his dyke. All in all, I continued with my circle of friends, and some of the girls I know like a dyke girl kissing them.

    After a particularly long night, he just wouldn't stay off me, he suggested we take a three day weekend, he wanted to go deep sea fishing for Marlin so we went to Cabo. Out on the boat I got sick, and vomited. Back at the hotel room, I vomited after eating. I vomited in the morning and felt like I was dying. I had to have eaten something. When we got back I went to see a doctor. His question after examining me was 'are you pregnant?' Oh God, the son of a bitch had knocked me up.

    I'm sure I'm not the first dyke that's been knocked up. Nor am I the first dyke whose boyfriend laid down the law on. My hair has grown up, I stopped taking hormones, dresses don't flatter me, I wear an engagement ring, and I'm getting married. I know I'm not the first dyke to get married because she's pregnant. I just can't wear some white gown, I'm sorry.

    He won't marry me in a Tuxedo, I mean me wearing a Tuxedo with him. I'm wearing this flowing dress, but no flowers in my hair, we'll be barefoot because we are getting married in Cabo around the pool at the resort where I found out I was pregnant. I've agreed to taking his name, and his bank account. His car and the furniture. When he buys me a house, I get it in my name. He knocked me up, he's paying.

    You Can Have It All, If You Use Your Head, My Aunt Taught Me

    As a young teen girl my aunt pulled me aside one day when I was visiting. She told me she noticed something in me, I was a lot like her. I paid attention to other girls and didn't like boys all that much. She told me how she had started kissing and that was wonderful, but that I also had a head on my shoulders, and the only way out was marrying a boy with money. You don't want to be poor, she told me, you want to have money.

    She pushed me into getting married to this son of a friend of hers who was finishing his residency and becoming the wife of a doctor. She emphasized that doctors make money, they work long hours and a lot of doctors have a sweet nurse to get their rocks off. Just be a good wife, have a couple of kids, and don't throw a tantrum if a little nurse flirts with him. You can have it all she told me, find a girl you want to kiss with. And she said, find a real pretty girl to kiss with.

    From time to time I found a girl to kiss with, but being married, being pregnant, a kid on the tit and another on the hip didn't make for a good role model. The more I looked for a girl the harder it was to find her. My husband had a lot of student debt so the first years were all about paying off the debt and living modestly, while the other doctor's wives drove BMWs I was stuck with a Honda Pilot. But he reminded me, it is everything you need to haul the kids around in.

    My luck, in the girl business, was meeting another doctor wife who flirted. We flirted and went around and around until one day when the kids were on playdate, she asked me if I ever kissed a girl. She was older, and had three kids, and wasn't that hot girl I was looking for, but she was good looking, but not pretty, and she had milky white titties. She showed me, with pink nipples, and asked me if wanted to suckle. She first kissed me, hard, and I slipped down into the couch and suckled on her titty. It was on another 'date' with her, when I let her eat me. And still on another date before I ate her.

    32 and married for ten years and with two kids in grade school I found my first girl lover. Older and more experienced, she was 36, and we went through all the emotions of falling in love, and falling for sex, and being horny. We stayed lovers for a long time, and one day I turned forty and my aunt was ill and I told her. I am married to a doctor who makes a lot of money, my kids are getting ready for college, and I have a full time lover. Not that she didn't already know, I mean I kept up with her, but she smiled and said to always be good to my husband, don't cut off the money, and enjoy being with a woman lover. You can have it all. And I do have it all.

    She passed and this is my hooray for her, a lesbian, a wife, a mother, she died well taken care of, and she was my mentor.

    I Want Another Vacation Like The One Last Summer

    I was 21, barely. My parents, and family, younger siblings, went to an all inclusive in the Caribbean for a week after I finished college. I saw these women, with these so tiny thong bikinis, whole butt showing, half a tit showing, and a grip of pussy cover, nothing left to the imagination. In my life I had never seen anything like that, in real life, right there beside me.

    Being really white, totally untanned and anytime in the sun I get red as a lobster, rather hippie with no butt to talk about, and tits? Well we are all flat chested. But it didn't stop me from trying, I bought a teeny weeny itti bitti thong bikini in the g*ft shop. I was 21, I wore, it all pasty white and freckled arms and chest, down to the hot tub. I should have paid more attention to my bikini shave, it was obvious that it was recent and I got red bumps where I had shaved.

    I was sitting low in the hot tub, below tit line, and this man came up and sat on the edge. He asked me a couple of questions, name, rank and serial number. He asked if I was up to a party, he was having a few girls over to his cabana. I went, the girls were topless, sure they had fake tits but they were so voluptuous. One girl, already topless, stripped out of her thong, and stood in front me legs apart, not a single pube anywhere. I just wanted to lock on and not let go, but all I got to do was a little kiss on her lips, 'pretty pussy girl'.

    The men were all older, grabbing tail, sucking tits, and some fucking. One man was fucking the girl whose pussy I had just kissed. I wanted pussy, that's what I was there for, not some old geezer with a floppy dick. I saw this one girl, from Venezuela, big ass, bit tits, small waist. Obviously sculpted. I went over to talk to her, with my small tits and pale white skin, and a wraparound to cover up my sore quicky shave. She wasn't interested, she was all looks, no character. But whoever had worked on her made her camera ready. Maybe I would kiss her, maybe not? But she was a looker.

    I did get a pussy. She was younger, I guess, and she offered herself up on a platter. The way it works is that you sit in front of her and she sits on the table and lays open for you. Then you just go in, head first, and suck her until she trembles. Lots of girls at this party ate pussy, lots of girls at this party got fucked coming and going. Most of the men I'm sure were hyped up with artificial erections. Not one of them came for me. Didn't even try. One of the advantages of being so white and skinny.

    I met Clovet there, she said she was from Beirut. She said that in her country, girls aren't allowed out with a head cover. But there, in the sun, around the hot tub in the cabana, she was all naked and she liked getting sweet kisses on her tits and bottom. She said she was tired of those old men and she wanted to just relax with me. She was my girlfriend for the party.

    There is a price to pay. For one trying to make up a story as to why I was not around with my family. Another was being on display, I had to go topless. I did get a sunburn, which was a bummer, but I made a girlfriend and we spent time together. I know it's all 'fake', those tits, that ass, the lips. But for a week, who cares? I found a girlfriend who liked me and wanted me to eat pussy. She used this 'cream' on my sunburned nipples, and on my sore bikini line. It seems that she was the girlfriend of an English girl, before she was transferred for the summer to Caribbean. Yes, she is a prostitute, a girl for hire, a whore, and she wasn't really from Beirut, she is from Iraq. But for that week she was my girlfriend, and not for hire.

  • Physics Is How I See Life, I'm An Electron Captured In His Orbit

    This is a story of being caught up in the gravitational pull of a man and becoming an electron that spins around his center. I wasn't always his electron, at one time I was a free particle.

    I'll go back in time. I was born the second daughter of a doctor, and we lived next door to another doctor, a colleague. They had a daughter who was my age. I won't say that our mother's were all that close, there was a whole lot of friction between them (us). From pre K through elementary, junior high and high school we were inseparable. My mother knew, but her mother preferred to ignore what was in front of her, By the time we were ready for college we were very actively sexual, had been for a very long time, since were seven.

    We were sent to the same college, and put into a girl's dormitory as roommates. We found that there were other girls like us, who had very sweet feelings foreach other. We lost our bearings and became actively social with these women and joined the 'fight'. We demonstrated, and became big women libbers. We went to an ERA convention. Because of the times all this was kept from our parents. What happened is that we lost the ability to keep our hands to ourselves. Touching, hugging and kissing were all normal activities. We held hands a lot, everywhere we went. It was a brave new world.

    In our senior year in college my sweetheart from birth fell into the hands of an aggressive male and she was impregnated. Not by her choice. But pregnant never the less. In those days, women's lib aside, pregnant you got married. And she did. No fanfare, no notice, she eloped and I had to stand with her and 'give' her away to him. Talk about the moment your stomach goes into rebellion, I ended up vomiting in the court house ladies room.

    Now this is where physics takes over. I was now a free electron. Either I became an electron in his orbit, for life. Or I would fly off and never be heard of again. I never had a choice, women's lib and all. She was married to him and pregnant, well I became the satellite wife. And he imposed his sexual dominance over me and has never relinquished his sexual rights.

    We spent our twenties having kids, two a piece. We spent our thirties as stay at home mothers. We spent our forties developing careers. We spent our fifties living the women's lib promise. Travel, alone time, lesbians in full bloom. He, the center around which we orbit, decided to let the marbles rattle around. By then 'who cares' was the order of the day. Again, after keeping everything close to the chest for so long, hugs, and kisses and holding hands in public were okay. We were open lesbians. OH, now I get it! time.

    My mother 'accepted' it. Her mother never has. Our fathers are long past. 2020 triggered us to retire, just quit pretending, and take our place beside him at the hearth. We travel, mostly ourselves, or with other women who travel together. If he comes, we are not free, we are drawn to him and our trip is attending to him. Our social circle is primarily women like ourselves, not all of which pass the test with him. He has an aversion to women who are intent on imposing their authority, and always lose out to him, two elements at war. So, our friends group, are satellite electrons that gravitate to him, and prefer to stay in his orbit.

    When he pulls me to him, when he kisses me at the table. When he calls out to me. I respond. A lifetime habit that remains unbroken. An electron, captured in his orbit. Two electrons around his center, there is balance in the world.