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Lesbian Female / 62

Threesome Living Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

The year was 1984, my best friend and I graduated and headed off into the real world. Attached at the hip we settled for an apartment in the part of town where other lesbians lived. What we found was a culture of mostly uneducated service industry women, some withdrawn others on the cutting edge of the rainbow movement. We didn't fit in, coming from an upper socioeconomic background with professional credentials.

We stuck it out for six months before moving, where girls like us were not out in the open. We faked it, set up two bedrooms, but slept together and kept our panties in one drawer. Our respective jobs were easy, getting our first raises and promotions. At my work we had an outing, an overnight trip down to the ocean. A house had been rented and we volunteered to take one bedroom. Early in the morning one over eager coworker barged into our room and found us in a morning embrace. "Oh" and she covered her mouth.

It was her first ever encounter with girls like us, she wasn't upset, she was curious. To show her that being close with a girl was easy I kissed her. And kissed her again, and again. And that's how she became our girlfriend, joined us for a weekend, and moved in with us, we had the second bedroom.

In no time she added her panties in our drawer, and snuggled up in the middle. And going on forty years later she's the middle girl in our bedroom and her panties are mixed with ours in the drawer.

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# 75497 - by Jennie / December 21, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 54

    Stepping Back From The Confusion, Lesbians Are Born To Have Children

    I am the third generation first born lesbian. The line shifted and my sister's first born is a lesbian. Being lesbians didn't excuse us, and doesn't excuse my niece, from opting out of being mothers. It's pretty damn obvious we are made to have children. Look in the mirror.

    In my grandmother's day, she was rebellious and disobedient, she was married at sixteen to a man twenty years older. She had nine children. My mother fought her fight before being stood at the altar, to bed with a husband or a lifetime in a convent. She had four children. It came my turn when I finished college and a man was presented to me without an option, to bed and be fruitful. All men are men who are self made, with a hand on the reigns and quite able to put us to heal. I have two children.

    I made the mistake of going behind my husband's back and getting my tubes ties after the birth of my son. I've paid for that with a second family and step children. My niece is 28 and a product of her generation. Like it or not, her mission in life isn't an option. A man in his late thirties is available, paid for, to marry her and bring her to heal. He is a widower and has two children in desperate need for a wife and mother. She'll do fine once she accepts her mission. The mirror does not lie. The secret to lesbian life long marriages is men who can bring her to heal.

    We are proof that the secret formula works and brings forth children.

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    # 75455 - by Anita / December 19, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 26

    I Can't Say How Much I Like Being With My Girlfriend

    Life in the hood was hard. Unemployment was rampant. Underemployment a fact of life. I had my sociology degree and accepted a job working for a research company doing field work. That's how I met her. She worked part time as a clerk in a gas station. Spent her free hours pumping iron. Hard body was all over her, hard ass, hard abs, hard thighs, arms and I imagined her slit up front. I was in love, seriously crushed on this girl. I had never had a girl crush before.

    I had laid back before with a man on top of me, but a girl? Never. Now I was on my back, my legs open, my shirt open, my bra on the floor. She came straight at me, her chest so tight not even a wiggle, her hips grinding into me, her clit erect and hard arousing me. She leaned forward kissing me, I went AWOL, lost my dignity, had an orgasm, kissed her clit and stung my tongue in her.

    Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and I was ever more hers for ever. A girl like me with a girl like her was trouble, I would never take her home with me. I met some of her friends, all much harder than I would ever be. Fortunately she ran interference and didn't let any of them come after me.

    I finished my project, returned to where I came from. But only long enough to resign my position and return to her in the hood, and be her soft girlfriend.

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    # 75447 - by Stephany / December 18, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 31

    I Ran Away And Found Myself Where I Started, In The Closet

    I needed so bad to get out of my country. A man I had met offered to get me out by marrying me, and after I was a legal resident abroad we could dismiss the marriage. At first everything went like clockwork, the marriage was legal, the embassy gave me a visa, I had a two year provisional residency. The lawyer told him he had to stay married until I had my permanent residency, much longer than he first imagined.

    We went to where his job was, and moved into a small house. I got a job as a receptionist at a company that could use my language skills. Everything was fine, until I met this woman and things got serious with her. I came out to him. He was not amused. I understood that bothered him, although I was surprised he hadn't surmised on his own. That is the reason I needed to leave my country.

    At his company's Christmas party we had to pretend. It was the first time I met his coworkers and the company management. There was a lot of alcohol and instead of driving back to where we lived we took a room in the hotel. He was very drunk and decided it was time he had a honeymoon. I woke up in the path of becoming pregnant. We had a son nine months later. He decided that since we had a honeymoon and I was pregnant we were going to stay married.

    I got my permanent residency, three years later my citizenship, we had moved into a house with our son and we were living the dream of millions. I did not dare bring up my true reason for leaving my country, I never talked about it, much less acted out on it. I buried it in me.

    We are now ten years married, we had a baby girl eighteen months ago. I've learned what it means to pay attention what side my bread is buttered. When I was living in my country I dreaded my future, as some man's wife with children. That is my life now. A choice I've made, adopted in my new country, where no one cares who you sleep with.

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    # 75436 - by Ximena / December 17, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 18

    My Life As A Lesbian Cam Slut

    I graduated from high school last May. I decided to take a gap year and not go to college until fall of 2025. Meanwhile I was going to do some traveling and enjoy a year off. Then two things happened. First my Dad lost his lucrative job, declared bankruptcy and revealed that my parents have always lived just slightly beyond their means so they will have to sell the house and by the time they are done they will be flat broke and not a cent to their name and my college fund was not protected because it was never set up as a college fund and is in my Dad's name so that will be going towards paying the family debt and on top of that there is no money for me to travel and take a year off and in fact college will likely not be in the cards for me unless I come up with a way to pay for it myself and finally I will have to contribute a third of household expenses if I want to live with them when they move into a small apartment.

    Meanwhile my secret girlfriend who I have been in a relationship with for 6 years and who is three years older and I already decided we were going to live together as soon as possible so I declined to move in with my parents in their new tiny apartment and instead moved in with my girlfriend who has been camming for the last three years and earns a pretty good living doing it. So that was last June. Since then she and I are doing incredibly well putting on shows about four times a week and earning about $2500 a week after taxes. Some of that is from camming and some is from posting our porn videos on the porn web sites and getting ad revenue that way. We also have multiple channels on several non porn websites so its closer to $15k a month we earn. My parents were extremely disappointed that I won't help out with their finances but they are the ones who chose not to protect my college fund or for that matter to take steps to protect their own money. And they didn't need to live beyond their means for a decade and a half. I never asked for a three thousand square foot "princess suite" in our 20,000 square foot mansion. Honestly I'd have been just as happy with a 300 square foot bedroom, modest walk in closet and my own bathroom. But Dad was a show off. Now he's an embarrassment managing a fast food restaurant where Mom works as a fry cook. I now earn more in a week than the two of them together earn in a month.

    So my girlfriend and I specialize in going down on each other on camera as well as making out. Sucking each other's tits and the occasional S&M or fetish play. I particularly like it when she licks my wounds after she whips my pussy for an hour. Painful orgasms are the best kind if you know what I mean and I absolutely adore eating her pussy when she has an orgasm because she always sprays and she has the yummiest piss.

    Recently she has invited a friend to join us and that girl is also hot though a lot older than my girlfriend at 48. Some times we make videos where we pretend the woman is our Mommy and she does very bad things to us and we pretend we hate it. My only regret in life is that I don't have two tongues.

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    # 75428 - by Amanda / December 17, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 28

    Tied To Each Other, In A Rudderless Lesbian Relationship

    In DC following a move there to look for a job I lived with a friend from college. She told me she thought she was lesbian and wanted to make sure. I ended up with her, she expressed her lesbian feelings to the point that I started to ask whether I was a lesbian.

    One night after meeting up with some ex alums of mine. I met a guy, and ended up with him and my lesbian friend found us. The fight was loud and ugly, she tossed off her clothes and told him that he needed to have sex with her too. I begged him not to, but he wasn't hearing me. He had sex with her.

    That night was the culmination of a fit of jealousy. I prostrated myself before her, I would never again see another man, but she needed to do the same. We had to get married, to permanently settle things. Neither family wanted this, but we married anyway. Alone, we set out to make ends meet. Our lesbian life suffered from jealousy and doubts of the other's calling.

    But separation was out of the question, we agreed on terms to live together. I no longer question my lesbian self, or hers for that matter. We are two peas in a pod, too dominant to give way to the other. Maybe if dress makes a difference, one wears the dress, the other trousers.

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    # 75207 - by Ana / December 8, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 25

    Getting Into The Swing Of Things In The City

    As a young lesbian I was uncomfortable with the lifestyle. I was on the fringe, I observed, got jealous, but I couldn't play the game. I got a job with a well known company and I met a girl there, Beth Ann. She came from a well to do middle class family, went to a much better school than I did. I was surprised when she invited me over to her place.

    She lived in a nice building, she was single, and the table was set with all the finery. She was cooking Chicken Cordon Blue, asparagus and Rice Pilaf. For drink she had a bottle of French Beaujolais and sparkling water. Desert was a homemade lemon meringue pie. A complete meal, she was dressed in a very nice dress and had on some very nice j*welry. I wasn't so nicely dressed, I was work comfortable. She met me at the door with an air kiss and a quick hug.

    She had a vinyl set up and asked me what I wanted to listen to. We talked about everything and nothing while she paid attention to her cooking. Between this and that I got a tour of her place, well kept and nice and she had great big king sized bed, with a step stool to get onto it. Her bathroom was perfect, no one lives like that. When it came time to serve she asked me to sit an let her serve me.

    It was a nice evening, but way out of anything I expected. She served her homemade pie and tea and we sat in her living room love chair. We laughed at this or that, no tv, just conversation. I was surprised and reacted badly when she leaned over to kiss me. Then again only this time it was a 'kiss' with her hand on my chest and telling me that she liked me from the minute she met me. For all of my daydreams and fantasy island night dreams she caught me by surprise kissing me, I hadn't up to that time ever been kissed like that, with desire, or have someone put their hand on my chest sexually.

    I wasn't prepared to be sat back and have my panties pulled off and my legs held up while she ate me. I did orgasm, mind you, it snuck up on me and I couldn't control myself. By then our clothes were on the floor and we were naked and I faced up to the fact that I was going to eat her, my first pussy. She was all in control, holding my face with her hands and commands as to what to do. We 'finished' in her bed around midnight. By then I had been through two other orgasms and was completely naked and wet all over. One very long kiss and she said we had to cuddle, feel her woman body against me. She pressed her chest against my back and her hips against my backside, she rubbed herself that way into an orgasm and laughter.

    Beth Ann wasn't a wall flower, she had a large network of lesbians. I found that this place or that one was home base for lesbians in the city. I found out that lesbians tend to become very jealous of their girlfriends. I met some lesbians that could easily have been Magazine covers, and others that may have done better working at a truck stop. Some were in 'costume' for their social life, nurses in real life. Beth Ann was Beth Ann on and off the scene. I was kept that way, no dress up, no nose rings, or nipple rings, not clit rings. I saw a lot of one on one public displays of affection. Beth Ann was more on the conservative side and kept that for when we were back at her place.

    I'm a lot more conversant and can navigate the lesbian culture. But I don't participate in some things, I don't do weird and would never walk around dressed like Tinker Bell in public. Beth Ann is a serious type, she likes the Grand Dame life and I have learned a lot from her. I'm the one on the arm, I don't think otherwise. But one time only, we went out to a Museum affair and I went without panties. I flashed her in the car, before we turned the car over to the valet. She spent the night hovering over me. I told her that it 'felt' good walking up the stairs in my flowing skirt with the cool wind under me.

    But then again I'm a lot more comfortable, spreading my wings a little. Being a bit of a naughty lesbian.

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    # 75197 - by Lady M / December 8, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 28

    I Lived In Hell, Then God Sent Me A Savior

    I got into a trap. The woman I was with turned out to be a control freak, I had to give her my money. She insisted I ask her for money, even to buy a bottle of water. I worked at a restaurant as a server, the tips were good in the evening, but lunch shift was terrible, people in a hurry. We all had to take lunch, to even out for everyone. I needed underwear, I asked my live in for money and she told me to make do or learn to live without. That day I was in the worst mood ever, and I had lunch.

    A man was at a table alone and he pulled me by the wrist and told me to take a breath and settled down. I unloaded on him. He listened and said something like 'sweetie if you need new panties ask, I don't know a man that would ever not humor you'. He peeled of sixty dollars and put them in my hand. I was mortified and embarrassed. He said 'out there is my garden, the sun shines, the rain falls, I weed and prune my garden, in my garden you can flower, you can bear fruit, you can smile'.

    I followed him, unknowing where I was going. I had a room, and food, and clean new underwear. I helped with the house, with the kids and went back to school and graduated. I work in a good job with good people. I'm far away from the screaming, crazy Oakland lesbians. I met a girl, she's so sweet and wonderful. I never thought I would have someone like her in my life. She is an artist, and we live in Taos. We are going to get married and my 'family' will be there for me.

    Every six months I get an envelope in the mail, so I can go shop for underwear.

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    # 74977 - by May / November 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 45

    When I Was So Young And She Was So In Love With Me

    In college I had an experience with another girl at a party. She pushed me into it, and we ended up in a bedroom where we had 'sex'. It was everything, fondling and kissing my breasts, feeling me up and fingering me, and after she gave me oral sex, she sat on my face. Between getting my nose to where I could breathe, and she shoving herself against me until she came, it was an out of body experience. It was the first time I ever had full contact sex.

    I didn't feel embarrassed or guilty. We talked several times after that, but never engaged in sex again. She walked away, said I wasn't really into that. I went on to graduate and I got a job working for an art dealer, a family friend. The shop was slow when it came to traffic, but it was known and the traffic that did come came to buy. He also worked on commission, finding a specific piece of art for his client. The customer base was both men and women, and they were always rich.

    One woman, in her fifties, came looking for a Jasper Johns. She had a fixation on having one, an original. Price wasn't an object, as they say. Just find one for her. The owner was so patient and he listened to her, trying to let her know that not only was it going to be expensive, but it was going to take some time. When she left he turned to me, she's butch, likes the girls. I said, I know, I can tell. It was so obvious to me the minute she spoke. There was no attraction, it was just that I could tell in a flash.

    The commission to find her Jasper Johns dragged out and she came by often, and we became friends across the counter. My boss told me that she liked me and to be careful. I told him not to worry. But I should have been careful, she invited me out to her place for the weekend. She had several originals, and she showed me the place where she intended to hang her Jasper Johns, if only my boss got his shit together. She had money, she told me, she was an heiress to an oil fortune.

    The love making was straight forward. From kissing me, to undressing me, to performing oral sex on me. I wasn't keen to perform oral sex on her, but I welcomed her embrace, and all the kissing that went with it. I didn't get on my knees until we were in this great big shower with two shower heads. I got on my knees there and did kiss up her snatch. It was full daylight and I could see everything and I opened my mouth and stuck on her like a leach, sucking hard. She kept saying things like naughty little girl but I didn't care, I wanted her to come.

    When the owner found the painting for her, it was several months and several hundreds of thousands of dollars, she invited me to a private viewing, no clothes, just me naked and she had her camera. I posed like she asked, nothing gross, just a naked girl and her Jasper Johns. We kissed strongly, by now I kissed back with enthusiasm. We had some fruit and champagne and we kissed and kissed and touched each other. It was a long, long slow moving foreplay, until I laid back on her couch and opened my legs for her. I had the biggest, wildest, hottest, orgasm ever as I stared at that painting on the wall.

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    # 74951 - by Vicky / November 26, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 31

    An Observation About All Natural Perfect Pussy

    I'm a nurse by profession. I became obsessed with the female genitalia and reproductive system. Primetime as far as evolution is concerned, effective. We carry it, from the moment of conception, for one purpose, conception. It's mind bending really. The male evolves to fertilize, a member to deposit it's sperm deep within the female, in heat to allow the sperm through the cervix. It's pretty amazing really.

    Anyway, sucking on female genitalia, gets me in heat, but no male member around to take advantage of it. A waste as far as nature is concerned. But, personally I don't want a male around, none of their business, two perfect females in heat, no dick to fuck them.

    My obsession is with genitalia perfection. Natural, no human intervention. I see a lot of female genitalia in the practice of Dr. Davis. All spread out for examination, not presentable for sexual pleasure. But as my part of the examination is preparing the genitalia, and cleaning the genitalia after examination I have a lot of personal contact to familiarize myself with it.

    A perfect set of genitalia is an aberration. Few and far between. That's it, perfect is a fiction of your imagination, that in my opinion is why females carry such a heavy bush, to announce to males they are fertile, and to hide their imperfection.

    BTW, both me and my lover, we are both an aberration. Perfect.

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    # 74943 - by Nurse Kelly / November 25, 2024
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