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Straight Female / 22

Remembering My First Lesbian Experiences

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, Matt. I'd had a thing for him for about a month, but never spoke to him.

Problem was, my friend Sarah was also at this party, and she also wanted him. She suggested that we share him. I thought she'd get him cos she was the school slut. She thought I'd get him cos I was better gf material. Sarah 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.

She 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. 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!

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.

We both came. My first time with another girl felt good. Unfortunately, Matt had left the party already. Sarah invited me back to her place for a few more drinks, and some fun. I agreed.

We remained friends with benefits for a months afterwards. 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.

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# 76392 - by Felicia / January 26, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 31

    When A Man Gets To You And You Let Him Fuck You

    In my early thirties (I'm 31) I was assigned to a case, working with an older (female) experienced partner. The client was a big shot, loaded with money. He was defending himself against a sexual harassment accusation. After meeting with him I was sure that he was capable of doing what he was accused of. My boss, and lead on the defense, told me to never make assumptions. Only the facts, and then a strategy to defend him.

    As the case progressed, it was a woman working for him, she claimed he offered her money and gave her g*fts, and paid the rent for a while. When she stopped giving him sex, he fired her. What if he did, is that harassment? She is just suing because she got her feelings hurt.

    One of those days when we went over the facts my boss and lead asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. I answered loudly, shit no. But she pressed me and said she thought I would go down so fast my head would spin and then he would have his dick in me. See, you are just being female. And, to my surprise, if I was straight I would want him to fuck me.

    I got fucked. Straight or not he fucked me. I went down and he got on and fucked me. And I wasn't able to stop it, even if I wanted to. My boss and lead told me, see when it comes to women you can't trust them. A man like that can fuck anyone. And now he is fucking you, so lean back and enjoy it. When it comes to an end, and it will, are you going to sue him? Or are you going to lay back and remember the pleasure. And maybe after he finishes fucking with you, you will let me fuck you.

    We won the case, got the woman to retract her accusations. She was just pissed off that he moved on from her and now he had another woman he was fucking. I hope that when the day comes that he stops fucking me I can walk away. And walk into my boss and lead's arms and let her fuck me. I've always wanted a woman on top of me. Maybe, just maybe, I will have the best of both worlds. Maybe, just maybe, I'll let her start fucking me now. Of the two, man or woman, I want a woman right now, more than anything. To lean back and enjoy it. I want her to fuck me.

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    # 76375 - by Janett / January 25, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    For A While I Put My Lesbian Feelings In A Box And Surrendered To Him

    I am now 36 in a stable lesbian relationship. However when I was 22 I was inexperienced, and guilt ridden because I had participated in a lesbian sexual encounter. My first, and only up to that point. I was raised in a very socially conservative household, of five girls and one boy.

    I was at my first real job following college, where I had that encounter with a classmate. My boss, a fatherly type, kept wanting me to open up to him. Tell him what was bothering me. He could tell, but I didn't know how. One day he insisted I go to lunch with him, and he was very direct. Something is bothering you, a weight you can't carry, tell me and let me help you. So I told him about my lesbian encounter.

    He was very kind and he didn't yell at me or anything close to that. It was something like these things happen when we are growing up, somethings you just have to put it in a box and move on. You do not need to go back and open the box! After lunch when we were walking to the car he put his arm around me and I fell into his arms crying. He held me there, in the parking lot for as long as I was crying. His arms around me, I felt so safe right then, when he kissed my eyelids and my forehead, I just hung onto him harder.

    Now I had two things to be ashamed of. But unlike that girl in college, he was there everyday and he was always nice and supportive. And from time to time he pulled me into his arms to hug me. When he did I became a zombie. The more he held me the more I wanted him to never let me go. In a dream one of those nights I dreamt that I was sitting on a sofa in a big sunlit room nursing a baby. He walked in and asked me how being a new mother was treating me, and I took my baby from my breast and held her up to him. I made this baby for you.

    Something told me that I was in love with him. When one hug required kisses, I turned my face to him for his lips to kiss mine. His kiss was strong and forceful, and he held me to him so tight I struggled to breathe. When he stopped kissing me I told him I loved him. Soon after he was kissing me while he held me under him and he was joining me to him. I had a series of orgasms, some light and pleasurable and one very deep and I lost consciousness when he completed his ejaculations in me. Was I in love? So deep you can't explain it. I wanted more than anything to live that dream, and make him a baby.

    The baby came without fanfare, a girl like in my dream and I nursed her in his living room. When I nursed I never covered myself, both breasts exposed so he could watch his baby feeding from me. I lost all inhibitions, I asked for and received sexual advances, I lay on the bed offering myself to him. I watched his eyes as he examined my genitals, his nostrils opening smelling for me, his hands taking me by my hips and feeling his every thrust in me. I never used any form of birth control, whether artificial or otherwise, my body was his for him to inseminate me. By the time I turned 28 I had three children.

    But then something happened. I met a girl in a casual get together. She is and has been a true lesbian since forever. She smelled that in me. And soon I was behaving badly, I was uncontrollable. I needed her, sexually, intimately. I flashed my genitals at her, I took her genitals in my mouth and savored her. Something dormant, in a box, had been opened, and like the proverbial Pandora's box, it could not be closed again.

    He let me go, slowly. He stood with me when I got married. He is the father of my children, and when I am lonely I want him to hold me. His kisses now are fatherly. His hugs fatherly. He is the man I love, truly. But Pandora's box is open, and I can't turn away from it.

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    # 76332 - by Mary Anne / January 24, 2025
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 66

    My Path And Discovery That I Liked Girl Company

    In my junior year of college I had planned on going with my roommate and two other girls to Mexico for Spring Break. But my car needed some work and I had to pull out and stay back at school that week. I had met this foreign student in class and he was still on campus and we went to eat pizza. After pizza he suggested a movie and we went to Blockbuster's and rented Amadeus. Back at his apartment we watched the movie. It was only me and him there.

    The scene where Mozart is chasing the girl under the table really turned him on and he started chasing me. He caught me in the kitchen and I slipped down to get away and was crawling when he caught my foot and pulled me under him. Holding me down like that he pushed my pants down, over my behind, before letting his pants down. All of a sudden I had his live hard dick in my butt crack and I knew I was going to lose my virginity. I asked him not to fuck me a like a dog, to let me turn over under him. But he fucked me like a dog.

    I stayed the night there and he fucked me some more that night and the next day he took me to my apartment and then to a party at some other foreign student's place. The were fixing food on the grill and he put me to work with this other girl to prepare side dishes. He came by to see what we were doing and grabbed a handful of the other girl's ass. She turned on him, but he grabbed her fist and kissed her bent over backwards on the kitchen table. All the while humping her.

    She told me she had dated him but he was always wanting sex and he always put her to work when he was with his friends and didn't like the women getting in on the conversations. She asked me how long he had been fucking me. It was that crude. He does fuck you? Right? I admitted to it, and she told me that he was very possessive.

    After the party he offered that girl a rid back and the three of us went to his apartment. It was a fuck party in the living room while he had a porn tape on the VCR. Somehow, she and I got into it and she told me that I wasn't her first girl. The rest of Spring Break I spent every day with her, and every night too. Only then did I realize that I preferred her to having sex with him.

    She and I became best friends for the duration until graduation. He came around from time to time and we let him have a turn with us. It was OK really, we sort of liked the diversion. When college ended I went my way and she went her way and he went back home to his country. It was five years after graduation that we just went ahead and agreed to make a go for it.

    In those days you faked it. Living together wasn't an issue, it was having a one bed apartment. We lived in the all girl part of town and we made friends there. From time to time we met and invited some guy to treat us. It's like every three or four months we needed a good fucking. We are too old for that now, but that doesn't mean that if we did have a man come by looking to have sex with us. Just dreaming.

    We never did go to Mexico. Our traveling is to Europe. Or visiting relatives.

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    # 76230 - by Barbara / January 20, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 22

    My Initiating Into The Sisterhood

    I call this my initiation. I studied business at a Catholic college and got a job working in bookkeeping at a small company. There was a woman there who casually told me she was lesbian, but unattached at the moment. We talked, and to be truthful I was very curious. She filled in the blanks about of lesbian things, including some of things they did when they got together. She told me in my face that the first thing you had to do was get over an open pussy.

    When men fuck, she told me, the woman is under him and he feels his way around to fuck her. When women fuck, you have to face open pussy. Not all women can deal with it. I was curious and told her that I had seen pussy on the internet and she told me it's a lot different, and with that she stood and took off her panties, and sat down and leaned back in her chair and put her feet on the desk and showed her pussy. Do you like that? Does it make you just want to kiss it?

    She rubbed her pussy for a couple of minutes and spread her lips open. Come on eat me, she said. Don't stop without giving me an orgasm. After I stood there, she sat back down and put on her panties and told me I wasn't a lesbian. That's exactly what she meant.

    It was a few weeks later and she told me that she was feeling needy. She wanted to have her bones jumped, to have an orgasm. She was going out to this wine bar where lesbians hung out and she was going to get picked up by some dyke lawyer. And without warning, do you want to come, or are you going to eat my pussy?

    Eating her pussy wasn't what I expected. She got me naked and ate me. Until I had an orgasm. She let me lay there, while she played with my tits and kissed me. You are not a lesbian until you eat pussy. And with that she got over me, on her knees she lowered her pussy into my face. It took a moment for me to find a way to breathe and she held me by the hair and was grinding her pussy on my face. and I began licking. I found her vagina and she started sweating and soon I was gasping for air I thought I was drowning. She got off, she told me to stand, she laid down and opened her legs. Eat me c**t! And I did. And now I'm a lesbian.

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    # 76200 - by Tanya / January 19, 2025
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 43

    I Met My One And Only As My First Roommate In College

    I suppose that a lot of people have sex for the first time with their roommate. That doesn't make you gay, but your first time is gay sex. Certainly that is the way it was with me. I came up from Tennessee to the Chicago area, to one of those Northwestern type schools, and my roommate was a girl from one those countries that speak Spanish. It was our first time away from home for both of us, but for her it was doubly bad. She was on scholarship and she wasn't going home until the end of the school year.

    The rooms were small, with two single beds, and desk setup with chest of drawers and a small open closet to hands things. Since we both came up from far away we didn't have as many clothes as some of the girls there. Our bathroom set up was communal down the hall, four stalls and four showerheads. If you didn't line up you could wait a long time. She was very modest, is that the right word? scared of being seen naked and scared to take a dump in front of other girls. All I'm saying is that I kind of had to take her by the hand.

    A lot of the girls there had groomed themselves down there. I was a bikini shaver but not much beyond that. But my roommate had so much bush for such a small girl. She had small tits with brown nipples and well her little ass was really nice. Not that I was looking. I told her that now that she was at school she should at least trim up for bikini panties, because that is what I liked. So on Saturday afternoon I took a pair of scissors and she stood on a towel in our room and went to work trimming away all that awful bush she had. I got down to her lips, puffy, maybe because I was working on her, and dark brown. I got a lot off before having her lay back on the bed with her legs open so I could shave her. She had hair all the way up her buttcrack and I shave her there as well. Until her brown pussy and butt were clean for kissing. Not that that was my intention.

    Why we do what we do is often one of those things you only ask afterwards. But the first thing I did once she was all smooth and clean was to kiss her little butt hole. Then smashed my face up her buttcrack and ate her out that way. There wasn't stopping once I got started, I spread her out and she arched her hips and I ate her freshly shaved pussy too. Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do, and my little brown sister liked it as much as I did. I have to say it now, I really liked how her pussy looked.

    In addition to taking care of her 'looks' and being company to he when went to shower, we were together for meals and waiting for her for when she got out of class. I won't say I was escorting her, just keeping company with her. We decided that we could make one of the beds a couch and she would slip in with me in the other bed, so that's how we slept. As we got to know each other better she told me stories of the maid that kissed and ate her pussy for her. She told me that it was different because the maid's pussy smelled really bad, but she liked eating my pussy which I appreciated too.

    Over time we came to realize that there were lots of girl couples on campus, some were a lot more boy girl types, but there were a lot like us that you couldn't tell right off which one was the girl and which one was the boy in the relationship. We had guy friends, but for some reason we attracted gay guys, and we of course had gay girl friends too. We never considered ourselves 'gay', it's just that we lived together, and we didn't like sleeping alone in the Chicago winters.

    Only after we left college did it really become apparent that in our little world I had taken on the guy role and she was the little missus that waited happily for me to come home. Because she needed to stay and not go home, we found a guy friend, gay, don't think otherwise, to marry her and keep her here. They were married for almost five years by the time all her papers were completely passed being taken, and they got 'divorced'. The good thing is that he never once 'touched' her. She came to me scared and lonely and I made her my one and only. So first sex maybe 'gay', and if it is, so much the better.

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    # 76171 - by Sophia / January 19, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 57

    Married Off At 17 To A Gay Man, I Learned That I Was A Lesbian

    Fitting in as a the woman of the house was a big challenge. I went to live with him totally inexperienced, sexually or otherwise. I couldn't cook hot water, I didn't make the bed, I had never cleaned a bathroom. Marriage was a totally new experience.

    In my house, we lived in a developing country, we had maids for everything. And yes even when we were little we had a maid to wipe our butts. Now, alone in an apartment in a college town in Iowa, I was faced with the part of being married. My husband, who was there for his PhD in Animal Science, was 30. I was 17. I was married to him to take care of him while he was away from home.

    Well, this is what happened. First there was no sex. Nothing, nada. I didn't have to worry, he told me, when I was old enough for it he would let me know. I slept in one of the two rooms and he put me in a school to learn English. He asked a lady who worked for the Animal Science department to teach me how to use American appliances. She was twenty four.

    My first lesson was the washing machine. Sorting clothes on the floor before taking them down to the washing machines in the basement. Sorting out my 'dirty' things. Those she put a pot of hot water on the stove and boiled them in soap. Next was how to make a bed properly, then how to clean the bathroom. All the time checking on the clothes in the basement and to see if the stains had come out of my 'dirty' things.

    I was shown how to use a vacuum cleaner, how to cleanout the refrigerator. How to set a table, all in all, how to be a woman. She had me undress for her and taught me how to shave myself so that my pubes didn't poke out from my underwear. First she had me stand on a towel, and with a pair of scissors trim down the wild jungle, until it was short and tame, then to lather myself and shave me down to the edge of my lips. She told me that when a man wants to 'eat' you he doesn't want hair in his nostrils. What?

    She taught me how to wipe myself correctly, because she noticed that in my 'dirty' things I had 'skid marks'. A girl has to keep herself clean for a husband.

    She was a 'buxom' woman, with large breasts. Not something that in my country a lot of women had. I wasn't one of them, I was small compared to her. She showed me how to fit my bra. Then while I was standing topless in my panties, after she had trimmed back the jungle and shaved my bikini, she kissed me on the lips and told me she was going to take care of me.

    For the two years I was there she took good care of me. She helped me do my housework, and helped me learn how to be a woman. I learned how to let her 'eat' me, and how to 'eat' her. I loved being held with my face in her bosoms and having her twist my nipples. I was very sexually active with her. My husband had his friends and his PhD program. He never approached me.

    When he finished his program and we returned to our country, I was a little older and wiser. I knew how to ask the maid to wash my panties by boiling them on the stove and I had learned to wipe myself with soap and water. I trimmed down my jungle and shave myself carefully. I knew how to have the table set and what to have cooked for his dinner. But he never came to me, and I started having sex with a lady painter. She was older, and very much more aggressive. She bit me, both my nipples and my clit, and she liked poking me up with these dildos. 'Getting me ready' for my husband.

    I was married for five years before my husband came to me, it was his duty to get me pregnant. I was still only 23 but I had no desire for him. I submitted to being made pregnant, my lady friend managed his approaches. Only when I was fertile, and she kept track of my fertility with a thermometer. He had done his duty, and I was doing mine.

    One day my lady friend asked me what I thought my husband was doing? About his sexual pleasure. She showed me a photograph that she had a man take for her, my husband with a young man, younger than I was, at an all boy party. Your husband is a homosexual, she told me. And with that she made love to me, and after the lovemaking, she spent time rubbing my tummy down with oils and ointments to prevent stretch marks.

    I live in California, I moved here twenty seven years ago with lady friend and my three daughters.

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    # 76031 - by Soledad / January 14, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 75

    My Lesbian World My One And Only Shield I Was So Fortunate For My Time

    I was introduced to lesbian love early in my teen years. I was a student at an all girl Catholic school, my first lover was an art teacher there. All the excuses, the prayers of forgiveness, the blame at the foot of the demon were there. And the deep seated desire that was awakened in me. I pursued the sex, I was open to her use of me, I gave myself, I was then a very sexually charged lesbian girl.

    In the equivalent of the 8th grade we were discovered. My teacher disappeared, left the country. I was sent to another school. A mixed school. My feelings for my teacher were deep and being torn from her led to social problems, and parental rebellion. I was sent to a boarding school in Geneva, which was home to many pregnant girls from good families, and incorrigible lesbians.

    I was perpetually in trouble, but my art shone through. I was graduated early and accepted at Parsons in New York. A young first year student, a thirsty lesbian girl. At Parsons I met other lesbians and we were sexually active. I graduated with a degree in Fine Arts and lived with my lesbian lover in the city.

    The Viet Nam war ended, the campus protest ended, the world moved on. We settled in, worked on art, were socially active, well hidden in the lesbian world. My father became ill and my cousin came to take me home. I had been gone ten years, I was 25. My cousin cautioned me to leave my lesbian life alone.

    I spent the following ten years commuting between my home and NYC. My love and girlfriend died of an embolism. I returned permanently to live with my mother, as she was a widow. My cousin was my escort, and provider of lesbian girls. One night wonders, in his lake side cottage. One of the girls he introduced to me was the daughter of an Army General. I fell in love again, and we became a couple.

    Living as lesbians within society was breaking new ground. In a conservative political and religious society we stepped carefully but did not deny our relationship. In the end when everything is settled, with the benefit of hindsight, it was my cousin who protected me. He was the guardian angel, he made it possible for us to be together.

    We are all older and maybe wiser, as old lesbians we live a quiet life on our farm not far from the city. I've buried my mother, my cousin is the head of the family. He was instrumental in me going to Switzerland, then Parsons. A shield for a lesbian girl.

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    # 75994 - by Magda / January 12, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 34

    A Short Description Of My Work Pod And Our Lesbian Denominator

    I work in the back office of a charity organization. Our pod is six people, all female. What we all have in common is a lesbian association.

    J is the controller, she is from India and she is distraught because her elder daughter refused the man that was chosen for her because she is a lesbian.

    A is a younger hispanic girl who has had a hard life, paternal sexual assault, physical restraints. She was saved by a lesbian school counselor when she was 14 and she became her guardian. She doesn't want to tell her caretaker mother that she is not a lesbian, and has been 'acting' to appease her.

    B is a newly minted citizen who after a five years of marriage, to the man that got her her citizenship, she believes that she is a lesbian and is in love with P.

    P is not a lesbian, but likes to play around with lesbians because it is safe sex. She is the work wife of the Big Boss and he gets his hands on her. She dismisses it as the stuff she has to put up with. She has confessed to me that she would do anal but he won't.

    C is a 40 year old lesbian who all of a sudden finds herself in love with her sister's husband. She discovered that all along she was denying herself man sex. She has taken me into confidence and describes in minute detail how he has sex with her. I listen, I like it when sexual activities are described out loud and it tickles my 'fancy'. I'm a voyeur and love to read all about it.

    And me, I'm a lesbian from college and am currently pregnant with my neighbor's child. A miscue at a party. I've decided to keep the baby, I'm not so ready for him to be involved. Too much closeness. I am more than happy if he pays the state for child support and they forward me the money.

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    # 75977 - by Georgia / January 12, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 32

    My Secret Life And My Secret Past Revealed My Boss Fucks Me Now

    My mother and grandmother are both very tall. I inherited that as well, I topped out at five eleven. In a world where almost all women are shorter being so tall made me stand out and it made me want to hide. I got called a giraffe by the other students in school.

    One day after high school, before I went to college, I walked out of a restaurant with a friend. She is also tall, and we both played volleyball. This man walked up to us and told us he was doing a shoot for an advertisement of the restaurant, and we were perfect, and if we would let him shoot some pictures with us to use in the advertisement. We would give consent.

    The pictures were good, two high school girls at the door, with the restaurant sign above, and the downtown skyline behind that. He told me I had the look that photographers looked for with models, and being tall helped, short girls didn't make good shoots. He had me stand still, pull my shoulders back, 'yes get that rack going girl' and some of that. He gave me the name of a photographer in town and I should look him up, he gave me his name to use when I called.

    I didn't call immediately, but when I did the photographer said he remembered his friend telling him about me. I went to his business, in the older part of town, in a small house. He had a small reception in front, and a studio in the next room, and the technical and developing room behind. He said he liked the feel of developing his own pictures, as opposed to digital and he showed me some wedding pictures and family pictures. If I wanted I could sign the release and he would take some pictures and see if he could market them.

    In the room for the photographs, it was dark and the windows were shaded so he could control the light, he wanted me to, well undress. Nude shots is what he said sold best,. The first set were demure shots, covering my breasts, but the other ones were X rated and the more he encouraged me the lioness in me came out. Full frontal, on my back my legs held high, back side photographs, tit pictures, anything goes. He developed them and showed them to me and I got hot. Like hot enough to rub myself silly with them.

    All through college I 'modeled' for him, the photographs were used for all sorts of magazines and digital sites. Names like Clara, and Cristine, and Elain were used. The more I shot the more I got hot. It was in college that I realized, like a light going off, that I liked to see naked women and rub out an orgasm or two. He had lots of girl photographs and he loaned me the ones that made feel hot.

    He introduced me to a girl and said he would shoot us together, making out. Both naked, on a small bed so that the photographer can get all your parts. we kissed and made out. I liked it, kissing with her and I was soon dating her and we were making out alone without him, and kissing the forbidden fruit. The more we dated, the more we kissed and made out, the more we went down and had pussy for desert, the more she came out and introduce me to the lesbian scene in town. Gay is gay, but lesbian is lesbian and the twain shall never meet. Who gives a fuck about gay men and their problems, we had our own. I embraced the lifestyle and having a girlfriend to make out.

    The lesbian scene lasted until well after I graduated and got a real job. My other life, the girls, the photographs, all that had to stay in the background. One day at work I broke a tooth. My boss took me to his dentist and said it was an emergency and I needed to be looked at right away. The dental assistant that attended to me was a lesbian I had met in the lesbian underworld. Small world, really. She has such fine tits. And she made sure that her tits got in the way as she helped the dentist do his work.

    When I left, my boss was waiting in the reception, she came out and said 'sweetie you forgot your kiss' and she planted one on me in front of my boss. That's how my night life, my past, my favorite things came to light with my boss. And for him, there is nothing better than a tall naked girl leaning over the kitchen counter to fuck. I have to lay there beside him and tell him stories of lesbian women I've been with, how lesbians fuck. Details, details, and photographs too. Of me, naked, of me kissing a girl too. Then he fucks me. And that's how it's been for a while now, since he found out.

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    # 75888 - by Maya / January 8, 2025
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