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Lesbian Female / 37

Standing In For The Woman I Love

Right after college I worked as a nanny for two kids. The couple had different jobs, he worked a corporate job and she was a school teacher. Because I spent all day in her home and dealt with her children I became very close to her and her children, and I stayed on as nanny well after they went on to school.

Her husband was always very nice to me and we got along, but there wasn't room for conversation. One sentence followed with a one sentence answer. One day the wife told me that she was going to have a hysterectomy. Seems like she had had a lot of complications and had a lot pain during menstruation and the doctors recommended she entertain (I like that word) a hysterectomy. As it was associated with her uterus, it wasn't a full hysterectomy, they wouldn't take (I like that word too) her ovaries. Then she, going on very serious, she said I was going to have to step and take care of her husband. He wanted more children, at least two, and her problems had prevented her from fulfilling his wishes. And I was the only one she trusted for this, I was part of the family.

It was a serious conversation, and she ended it by telling me to get pregnant now, only after I was pregnant would she go forward and have her womb removed. Holding my hand, 'do this for me, do this for the children'. At 29 I got pregnant by her husband.

Getting pregnant by him became a whole set of other problems, he considered me 'fair game' and insisted on having sex with me regularly. His wife insisted I entertain (I like that word too) him, make him happy (how about that word), give yourself (and that one too) be the woman you always wanted to be.

He was having sex with me long after she recovered from her operation. I was eight months heavy and I had to entertain him. In talks with his wife she assured me that as long as I wasn't giving birth I could have sex and use my vagina. At least she didn't ask for me to use my poop shoot. I had sex up until ten days before delivering.

He has sex with me regularly, I entertain him and he is happy. She thinks it is the most wonderful thing in the world that I was able to bring them two new babies. She doesn't have to feel useless because she had to give up her womb. I shouldn't say this because you might miss the point, I am in love with her, not him. Always have been. Always will be. It's her I love, it's her I want happy, it's her I feel for. Not him. His sex with me is instead of her, and if keeping him away (another word) from her I'll do it. When I say 'lean on me', I mean it, he can lean on me and use me, my vagina can take it, whether it is taking him sexually or delivering the product of it.

If after he has sex with me she is smiling, well then I've done a good job.

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# 75872 - by Martha / January 7, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 39

    I'm Having Ever More Vivid Fantasies Of A Man Taking Me And Using Me

    I teach Latin in High School in a fairly wealthy school district. I'm 39 and unmarried. I have interests that concentrate on school activities and love being around students who honestly want to learn. My reputation is on the side of a prude. I do not like talking about sex and do not like pornography. I do have a problem with the objectification of women. I am plain Jane and wear glasses, contacts never worked for me, I have a small bust and lean on being thin or skinny. I like my vulva and get wet pretty easily. As to men, I'm a virgin and have fantasies, but they tend to be on the abusive side. I have only 'made love' with a woman.

    The woman I have sexual activities with teaches Physics. She is divorced for over twenty years, she married a high school boy but it ended. She is big for a girl and has large breasts and a big vulva. She is aggressive and she initiates contact. She likes trapping me between her legs and eating her to orgasm. I cook and clean and do many of the other things women do and feel that it is just a burden befallen on us. I do not like yard work and have no interest in mechanical objects. She grooms my vulva and likes me freshly shaven. I like that look and love to sport it. I like tight panties that pull up on my crotch, but not thongs. I like her in tight panties and like her holding me tight in her bosom. Breasts have always been my soft spot, big tit Mary types with thighs and strong hands. I like eating her through her panties, especially after a long day at work and her strong smell arouses me.

    We do not live together and we do not teach at the same high school. She teaches at a lower income demographic with lots of troubled homes and she empties out on me. It's not her fault and there is nothing she can do about it. My school district has a high income demographic and college educated. Sex is our outlet, if it weren't for sex we would probably not see each other.

    I do wonder at times, like I said I have fantasies, about being brought down by some man in the wilderness. Always outdoors, perhaps picking berries, or another outing. I can 'feel' him tearing into me, tearing up my beautiful vulva, leaving his 'mark' in me. I can feel his hand on my neck holding me down to wash the floorboards. When I refuse he slaps me. He likes his clothes hand washed in the river, and he likes me barefoot. My dream is alive when it happens, and I wake up with my heart racing and I am wet and dripping. When I have these fantasies it takes me a day or two to get over them. I have never talked to my lover about then, it embarrasses me to tell her what I dream about. This fantasy started when I was still a girl in high school, and as time has passed the dreams have not faded. Except now they are more vivid and their is no romance in them. The fantasy is a period piece, I'm always some maiden in a one room cabin in the wilderness, sometime during the settling of America.

    I know that I'm a lesbian woman, but I do not have romantic feelings for my current lover.

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    # 75819 - by Miss Croquet / January 5, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 51

    Walking The Walk As An Adult

    Unbearing my soul. As a child I had a normal girlhood. My grandmother lived with us and she was the one we learned about girl stuff. My mother was very much a girl but she worked outside the house. There was just no question about it, born a girl, be a girl. I suppose my brother says the same thing, he never had a choice, he was going to be a boy, and a man.

    It was in my early teens that I began to question myself. Why didn't I like boys? And why did I like this certain girl? We didn't 'experiment', we talked over and over about our reality, one day we were going to get pregnant, and we knew how that happened, and that's where we drew the line. Not me!

    When we finished high school she went to beauty school and I went to work with my mother. She had a lot of influence and me working there meant being trained. One day the owner told my mother things were different, maybe I needed to be sent to college. Things were changing. Going to college meant leaving home. That was the day we had 'sex'. She shook in my arms, distraught that I was leaving. My life changed that day.

    In college, a small state college, I did well in school. Worked summers with my mother, went homes many weekends, and spent every available hour with my girlfriend. We had 'real' sex. I read up on it at the library at college. It's a big, big step the first time you open up a girl and stick your tongue in her.

    I finished my degree with a job waiting for me. By them the rumors in town were repeating the same thing. It had to do with us being, you know, girls who weren't ever getting married. We remained home girls, meaning we lived at home and didn't move out. At home I never got any pushback, but I was reminded that not having children was a very special kind of loneliness, and emptiness I could never fill.

    I surrendered myself at 37 to a man. All I could think about was how he could like looking at that. It was bad enough having one, but looking at it? Yuck, triple yuck. Well, it was yuck all the way around. I succumbed to societal norms, got married and had two later in life children. My girlfriend did much the same, time was literally running out for us.

    We are late middle aged lesbians living in the town where we were born. We have husbands and early teen children, who are parsed out to learn how to be girls, and how to be boys. We repeat what we were told, it is about children, there is no substitute for them. That kind of loneliness is not something you wish for your worst enemy. And if it means joining the legions of married women, then do it. You will always have that girlfriend, even if you make a bed for a man.

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    # 75800 - by Susan / January 4, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    When You Just Have To Kiss Her

    During the summer between my freshman and sophomore year at college I kissed a girl. It wasn't my kiss, it was hers. But I kissed her back. It was a reaction, I wanted to kiss her. She put her hand on my chest, covering my boob and pressing hard. I felt myself get wet, then I was so wet I could smell myself. I kissed back harder and put my arm around her neck.

    I was careless and one time when I met her at the mall I kissed her on the mouth, and held her hand. A friend of my mother's saw it all and reported back to her. My mother accused the other girl of perverting me and prohibited me seeing her. My grandmother told me to be careful, kissing girls weren't accepted, so be careful.

    I wasn't given permission to go back to college that fall. I was presented to a series of marriage eligible males. One of them was going to start his residency, that's the one my mother wanted me to marry. We were married in a short engagement of three weeks, in the backyard by the pool. I left for Galveston where my husband did his residency at UTMB in family medicine. I changed my major and finished a degree in nursing.

    After we returned to live in my hometown and my husband joined a family medicine practice, I ran into my freshman love interest. She was innocently sitting at an outside table in front of an Italian restaurant and I walked up behind her and covered her eyes and kissed her cheek. She was very upset at being caught off guard, she too had gotten married and had a two year old. But the kiss when we said we would meet again said it all.

    My husband doesn't care if I see her, he doesn't care if we get feisty. Why should it bother him, two girls being girls who like each other. Her husband is in the dark, we see each other for extended benefits at my house. Sometimes its wild and it's hard to stop. Saying see you later is hard and we kiss away the minutes until she has to go.

    I remember grandma, be careful, kissing girls aren't accepted.

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    # 75741 - by Jen / January 1, 2025
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 28

    I'm Married And I'm 'his' Woman, But I'm Still A Lesbian

    Sometimes being a lesbian is not a barrier of entry. I worked with a man who had a desire for me, and voiced it, and got inside my personal space. It was a constant push back, but he was tone deaf. I had a girlfriend who left me to look for fame in the theater. I was heartbroken. And it was into his arms that I sought comfort.

    I went to a business lunch with him, and sat beside a lesbian lawyer. On the drive back to the office he told me he didn't like her looking at me that way, and why I didn't tell her to fuck off. He pulled the car over and let me know he was making me his woman and I was to consider myself his from then on.

    He turned around and drove me to my now empty apartment. He sat on the couch and told me to take it all off, even my earrings. He wanted to inspect the merchandise. Tits and ass and everything else. Once he was satisfied he told me to turn down the bed and offer myself to him. When he fucked me he wanted to know he was fucking his woman.

    He 'gave me' the afternoon off and returned to the office. He came for his woman often, at Christmas he gave me an engagement ring with instructions to wear it, and let all my friends and family I was his woman. And he wanted a kid by the following Christmas.

    The ceremony was private, my girlfriend came back from New York to give me away. Two of my lesbian friends stood with me. The reception was at a lesbian restaurant decked out for lesbians. It never phased him, as part of my vows I had to repeat I was now his wife and woman, all legal.

    I had a boy in late November, my girlfriend had moved back and was by my side for the delivery.

    I may be married to him, I may have his kid, I may be his woman, and probably pregnant, but I'm a lesbian and I'm in love with my girlfriend. And she's in love with me, and she's not leaving my side again. And he knows it because I told him.

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    # 75736 - by Lydia / January 1, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 27

    Spurned By Our Boyfriend We've Opted To Move Ahead Without Him

    I had a boyfriend in college, he graduated two years earlier. We stayed in touch and he came to my parents' for Thanksgiving. Everyone saw us marrying after I graduated and he went along with it, but no ring, no engagement. After I graduated I returned home while I weighed grad school.

    On a whim I decided to go see him, surprise him, In my heart I thought we would go ring shopping. When I showed up he was caught totally by surprise. He was nervous and uncomfortable me staying with him. In the dirty clothes basket I found a pair of panties. I confronted him.

    There wasn't a story for him, he confessed to seeing a girl from his office. Nothing serious, but I wasn't there, he needed relief. Even I didn't buy it. I insisted on meeting her. A younger girl, she was a that year hire, from SMU. Good looking, of rich parents, and she was convinced he was going to marry her. And she had never heard of me.

    He wasn't ready to let me go, or let her go. He liked having both of us. We gave him an ultimatum, show up with a ring, one ring, and ring one girl. That didn't happen. We put more pressure on him. He either chose, or we both walked. Under the pressure he walked. Leaving both of us with empty hands.

    What happened next was never planned. I moved in with her to get a job, postponing grad school. Two years later she moved with me while I worked on my Masters. She worked, I went to school. Over the time I was in grad school we slipped into an intimate relationship. We laughed at first, then got serious. By the time I finished we were well on our way to getting married.

    He came to our wedding. He was upset, visibly. It was a total tough shit moment. He didn't want just one of us. Now he couldn't have either one of us. We are pretty low key about it, live a roommate life, but in one room, one bed. We've worked out the mechanics. And have a couple of wedding bands on hand while we get up the nerve to marry.

    He won't be best man, we don't need one. We'll have a quiet small wedding. In February, the 14th. It's a date that calls to us.

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    # 75666 - by Silvia / December 29, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 40

    My Current Love Is Married, And Her Husband Takes Turns With Me

    At 34 I took position as junior counsel for a Fortune 500. I met the woman in charge of corporate tax and I was overtaken by a strong crush. The saying about feeling like a teenager pretty much described me. She was married to an older successful man. I knew better than to fall for a straight woman, married at that. But knowing and feelings are not always in sink.

    One day I asked her if she wanted to have lunch. We went to a deli nearby. I talked mostly, and did my best to hide my crush. After lunch, walking back to the office she asked me if I was into women. I was caught and replied as cool as I could be that I was, why did she ask. She said she had been there before, I was pretty obvious. But, she reminded me she had baggage.

    Over the following week she let me know she was lesbian, but married for money, she was fed up with being poor. He paid for her college and grad school and encouraged her to get into tax. A week later we had wine and cheese at my place, and she kissed in a sexual way. We spent the afternoon becoming acquainted wearing only a smile. The next day she mentioned she had told her husband.

    Again, at 34 I had never dated a man. He pressed me on until I was being made live to by him. It was the begging of several years being a lover to her, and a quick lay to him. I'm turning forty and I'm more than ever in love with her, and giving myself to him from time to time.

    What triggers me to go down with him, I haven't pinned down. But it's there, a feeling totally different of being lovers with her. She is more likely to swat me across the ass than to complain. As it's only with him.

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    # 75650 - by Milly / December 28, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 18

    Proud To Admit The Type I Am Into

    I am a pale redhead thats 4'8 and 60 lbs and came across online Amazon Ashley Adair who is 6'8 and well over 300 lbs. I masturbate all the time to her doing lots of dominating acts towards me and now I am ONLY able to have an orgasm when she is on my mind and I squirt VERY VERY hard in my room when think of her. I fucking LOVE very tall very thick black women they are goddesses.

    I WANT HER TO BOUNCE UP AND DOWN ON MY FACE TELLING ME HOW I'M WAY TOO SMALL TO HANDLE HER AND THAT SHE WILL PARALYZE ME WITH HER BIG BIG BUTT WEIGHT IF I DONT KISS IT OVER AND OVER

    Can anyone else explain to me why I can't help but be extremely into women like that?

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    # 75648 - by Shortredheadloveblackwomn / December 28, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 60

    Life's Path, Life's Choices, All's Well That Ends Well

    I'd like to talk about my 'marriage' forty years ago this week. At the time I was twenty, a student at a prestigious college enrolled in the journalism department. I was a foreign student at the time. My uncle, the patriarch of the family arrived in Chicago and without notice dropped in on me. I shared an apartment with my then sweetheart, a girl from Connecticut. He invaded our space and determined we were sharing a life together and forced my confession. A week later my mother and aunt arrived and I was returned to my country.

    My uncle talked to me, with my mother present. What I did with a lover he didn't care about, but every member of the family had a duty to have children. He had a friend, a business friend who was looking for a wife, and a wife who was your enough to have children. And I needed to think about what I was going to do.

    I married an American to get back to the USA, finished my degree at a small state college, had three children, and have lived in Virginia for the last 35 years.

    My college girlfriend's path was marriage and divorce and she lives near me. We are closer than ever, she has two children. We have spent the last twenty years sharing every Thanksgiving and Christmas. Sometimes when we are alone we find peace in an embrace in each other's arms.

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    # 75571 - by Ingrid / December 25, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 32

    For A Girl From Chicago Lady Friend In Austin Were Something To Behold

    I signed up for an internship in Austin and rented a room from a woman whose husband was deployed in Iraq. She was 32 and her husband was 36 and they had been married for seven years but did not have children, he had his nuts cut.

    We got along, I rode the bus to work, and she worked in the finance office at a hospital. One day out of the blue she asked me if I wanted Mexican and we went out to this local place. For a girl from Chicago, Austin TexMex was a new experience for me. Across from us, in a booth, was a woman who appeared a little older, she literally spread her legs open at me, wearing nothing but a vertical smile. Of course I stared, you don't get that type of a welcome just anywhere.

    When we left she pulled me over by my hand and gave me a folded napkin with her name and phone number. I didn't tell my landlady about the napkin, and she didn't suspect a thing. But being a cub reported it didn't take me a day to find the lady in the restaurant and hook up with her for the weekend.

    We went to this park and walked around, a lot of people out there getting sun, and a lot of homeless wondering around. She told me that when she got to Austin she was homeless but got a job as a waitress and now she worked as a sales agent with a local real estate company. I told her that what attracted her to me was her smile, I needed a hug from a lady real bad.

    We went to her apartment, which wasn't much, but had a clean bed. She did me the favor of laying back with her smile and told me to go to town on her. I hadn't had a lady in days and days and it took a long time for me to get satisfied. She gave me a shower and shaved me clean as a whistle and ate me for dinner sitting on her table. I had to get back to my landlady, I hadn't told her I was staying out overnight.

    The rest of my stay in Austin I hung out with my lady friend and we ate out from time to time, and frequented that TexMex place more than one time. Sometimes she pulled her dress up with nothing but her smile, just to lead me on. By now you must have guessed that I'm a sucker for girl's smile between her legs and a happy go lucky attitude to go with it.

    After graduation I moved south to Austin, where lady friends are everywhere to be found. But never again did a lady show me her smile to get my attention like my internship lady friend did.

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    # 75512 - by JoAnne / December 22, 2024
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