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Lesbian Female / 67

When We Were Young We Did A Foolish Thing And Fell In Love

I was 24, worked as a secretary for the tax compliance group. My friend was 27, she was a tax accountant. She had a mad crush on a golden boy upstairs. She took her bra off, and went upstairs with only a long sweated on. She told me later he called attention to her nipples poking through her sweater, and that she smelled like a woman.

It was blue bonnet season and she asked me for 'titty' pictures in the blue bonnets. We drove to the country and found a pasture covered in blue bonnets. We climbed through the fence and found a place with a big oak tree as a backdrop. We put the towel down, I took my top off and posed for her. That night we made love until we just fell asleep. She really loved my tits. I did too.

She talked me into sharing a couple of pictures with golden boy upstairs. She told him I wanted to be a Playboy bunny. He bit, wanted to see my tits, and hers, side by side. We went to a motel, he had a movie camera he set up on a tripod. We flashed our tits for him, then spread our legs. We got down and dirty before he had us side by side, on our hands and knees. He went in and out, alternating, while we kissed. He came in me. It's on a tape we have around.

The baby girl is now 43. She has my tits and his eyes. No matter how you cry, no matter how long you have been together, your baby can't share your DNA with the one you love.

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# 74687 - by Amanda / November 15, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 42

    I Was Picked Up Off The Street When I Was 18 And He's Taken Care Of Me

    When I was 18 by a week I got fucked by a man who paid me. I was on the street and hungry. It was quick, and without any other action. He moved me in with him and kept me and sent me to college. I guess I was in this world of not daring to cheat on him. I was lucky in that I didn't get pregnant and he put me on birth control the week after he first fucked me.

    I'm 42 years old and I still clean his bathrooms and fold his underwear. His voice is law and I have never been disobedient to him. Not that he has me do things that are bad for me, he runs a tight ship and I follow. It's one of those things where he walks ahead of me and I follow. I always sit on his left and I serve his plate for him. I choose the menu and the food we eat, and I don't ask him for money. He deposits my money, allowance, in an account that I use, if I get to a minimum balance the bank automatically fills it. I have never worked for wages or money, I went to college without any money issues, he supported me completely, both financially and emotionally.

    So why am I here? Well I knew then and know now that I am a lesbian. He never liked that about me. Sometimes he makes love to me, when he does I am completely trapped and unable to separate myself from him. He locks himself to me and injects his sperm in me. I have never allowed myself to get pregnant. He has free range, so it's not like he has to fight for it.

    He still resents that I'm a lesbian but after twenty plus years he no longer denies me. I have a good friend, female and a lesbian of course, and we are tight to each other. But neither one of us is about sex, she is a widow and I'm 'married'. She is fifteen years older. She was an urchin of the streets in Manila when the man, retired Navy, took her in and kept her.

    She works for the city and does outreach for lesbians, she doesn't do anything with gay men. Her passion is getting young lesbians off the street and into counseling, and a secure place to sleep. She many times has one or two girls at her place, and I've hosted several girls as well. If it wasn't for him, I would have been one of those girls, without a rudder or someone to care for me.

    I undress at night and go to him. If he wants to hold me he holds me. If he wants sex, he has sex. Either way I sleep with him until morning. I do the same routine every morning, I make the bed as soon as I'm up and he is the shower. I prepare breakfast for him, it's not complicated, and after he leaves I pick up the house and make it presentable. I don't like a messy house. Chores like supermarket, laundry, housekeeping, are all on a schedule. I haven't varied my schedule since I moved in with him. I'm always anxious for him to get home. I wait at the kitchen window until his car comes up the driveway.

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    # 74603 - by MJ / November 12, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Closeted Lesbian First Cousin Mating

    I'm 30, a closet lesbian. In high school I had a girlfriend, we were caught in bed by her mother. She was sent to a convent in Mexico for reconfirmation. She jumped off the roof. I lost the one person I loved deeply.

    I responded with my older cousin. He comforted me, but it was sexual. He took me in, and I've been his house partner. We aren't married because we are cousins. During COVID I got pregnant and we have a soon to be four girl.

    I only have sex with him, my girlfriend is a dear memory, I want to believe she has given me permission. Her parents are my enemies, they blame me, so I have a restraining order visiting her grave. Her father is a big time lawyer.

    I want to get married, be a real wife, my daughter not considered illegitimate. I don't think of myself as lesbian most of the time, but I know that's pretending. I am a lesbian. Like an alcoholic, even if you aren't drinking, you are still an alcoholic. My cousin considers me his wife, and considers himself my husband. We have the same last name, so nobody's the wiser.

    Having turned 30, plainly a woman, I'm considering another child. Russian roulette again, first cousin mating.

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    # 74570 - by Brenda / November 10, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    I Suppose I Should Start Calling Her My Girlfriend And Not My Coworker

    I took a job downtown for the pay. I used public transport. At work I met a woman and we became lunch friends. She invited me to her home for a Saturday night home cooked meal. I helped her prepare the meal and set the table, we listened to music, curled up on the love seat to talk about more personal stuff. When it got late she offered to host me overnight, I could take the sofa. Unless it didn't bother me to sleep with her.

    Honestly, it didn't click until she put her arms around me and 'checked' me out under the covers. She checked everything, and kissed me. It was the beginning of an office affair with her. Three years later I met her college boyfriend, who insisted on getting friendly with her and she let him. Because I was there she told him I was available to him if he wanted. The night was already weird and I went along with them.

    I hadn't been with a male since high school, and honestly I didn't remember. Or maybe a boy in high school is different. That night when he visited is something we talk about, but we've never repeated it. Would I? Maybe, it was different.

    We are going on five years together, that's a long time for a casual start with my coworker.

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    # 74498 - by Karla / November 7, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Maybe It's Me, This Man Is Becoming My 'father'

    At 29 I was out on the street and went home to get my footing. My father had been ill for some time and he 'forgave' me. My mother not so much so we never talked about my personal life. I was broke and sold a ring that was my grandmother's. I became friendly with a family friend, and he decided I needed a man to get me on track. Oh yeah! I yelled at him, and he took it upon himself to prove it to me. It was a secret I didn't dare tell anyone, he took his liberties and I submitted. Then my father turned worse and we lost him. The only place for me to find refuge was in his arms, and he stood with me for the funeral.

    A new leaf? I allowed him to take my life over, and to follow him. I married him a few months after my father's passing.

    It's not working, but I'm stuck now, I'm pregnant. He's the father figure, parenting me. I keep up my end, but he is so much older. His voice comforts me, so do his embraces. But I feel like a child, not a grown up. The sexual part is very difficult, if he would leave me alone it would be better. Maybe as this pregnancy progresses he'll not see me in that way.

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    # 74493 - by Jacky / November 7, 2024
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 43

    Yes, When You Are Isolated In Your Neighborhood, Women Get Together

    As I reached adulthood it took me a long time to realize that I was what people call privileged. My family is not mega rich, but rich. I grew up in secluded neighborhood of big houses with swimming pools and nice cars and went to a private school for girls. On my winding street all the girls went to the same school for girls. We wore school uniforms, and were ferried to and from school by parents. Oblivious to the world around us. We vacationed all summer at our summer cottage and we played board games, went beach walking, watched TV in the evening. If we had been nice, or some other family was on a European vacation, we had a guest stay with us, always girls. Frankly to us boys were a mystery, we didn't talk to them. I'm talking about still being in grade school.

    That summer when were in the sixth grace, the next year we would be going to a mixed school, one of the girls was spending a couple of weeks with us, because her parents were having problems. She told me, her mother caught her father with his hand in the maid's pants. Yes, like this she said, and shoved her hand down her pants. He was giving her the finger. I had to ask, what do you mean by giving her the finger.

    She shoved her hand down my pants and felt me up and after I squatted a little she gave me the finger. Girls really like this, before they stick their dick in you. She had an older sister. Here, let me show you, and she got me to take my pants off and she laid on me and with her hand between us pumped her finger in me. That feels really good when it's a dick, she told me. Look, girls really like dick, but you have to be careful because you can get pregnant.

    It was my first sex ed lecture. I also learned about oral sex, girls like to do this because you can't get pregnant. I ate her and she grabbed me by the hair and wouldn't let me go. In one night after dark at the cottage I got my first lesson in kissing, fingering and eating. By the time we were at breakfast she blew me kisses.

    She grew up to be a full time lesbian. I grew up to a mother and wife in comfort. All up and down my street, in the big houses, were other mothers and wives. Most of us young, after college. And there was Alice, who was a younger second wife to a doctor. She had two kids and she liked to practice kissing. She liked the softness of girl kisses, how good it felt it to have a girl feel her up and suck on her nipples. She wasn't so sure about fingering, but she let me, once I got started I had to penetrate her, it's an urge you can't overcome. Over the buzz in my head I kept hearing 'gentler, not so hard', and 'show me you love me'. I showed her I loved her, I made lover to her pussy. She was ahead of us because her husband wanted a nice shaved girl. I love eating her pussy.

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    # 74291 - by Mildred (Kitty) / October 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 38

    Memories

    Let's face it. I like women. Tall, buxom, big hips, beautiful. Prefer blondes. It's a weakness I've had since high school. When I had my first love, Maris. Maris is one athletic woman, her sport volleyball. And in those sand volleyball bikinis. Maris played beach volleyball, they were paid for by the restaurant association. Indirect marketing.

    She didn't pay attention to high school girls, she paid attention to men with money. I was so jealous. Anyway, my family owned one of the restaurants so she came by to get paid. I paid her, that's how we knew each other. I was in love with her.

    Wake up, it's not 2003. Wake up, get dresses, it's time for work. She's still sleeping, it's dark outside, I go to the gym before opening the restaurant. Being the owner comes with responsibilities. The volleyball girls are gone now. The tourists want breakfast and coffee.

    Oh, the girl in my bed, that's Ale.

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    # 74205 - by Laura / October 23, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    Temptation Presented, He Had My Number, He Set Me Up And I Fell For It

    Out of Romantic novel I found myself with a man in Bariloche, Argentina. The hotel is world famous, Llao Llao, and I was the 'assistant' on this trip (he is a lawyer, I work in finance). My job on that trip to was to support him, with his need for information, and coordinate with the offices back in the states. I was 27, and thought I was the more mature of the two of us. He was in his forties, and had a position of influence in the company. Why on that trip they thought it a good idea to send a 27 year old female with a man like that? It had to be a joke on someone. Never did the company send a lone female internationally with a man like that. Never. But there I was.

    He did everything, told me what to do. The counterparty's attorneys would arrive a day later. At stake was a resolution to a contract breach by the counterparty. Lots and lots of money. Neutral zone, US and Chile, meet in Argentina. To my surprise the man I was with spoke very good Spanish. I spoke a few words. At this resort, it was a winter resort and it was the middle of the winter resort season, the women were outstanding. Everyone of them, even the ones that worked at the hotel. I am no lesbian, but I know fine women when I see it. I never noticed any of the gentlemen and there were a lot of them too, rich and well dressed, erudite, multilingual. This resort was not for the common man, it was for rich men and their women. And that's exactly what happened, he, the man I was with carried himself like he was someone, and me his young woman. I did not stand out, I was part of the scene there. Again, the women were outstanding, and I felt plain and worse than that, American.

    We had lunch late, it was the custom. We would see our counterparts the next day at noon. Because we had flown overnight, and then on from Buenos Aires, we were tired and he decided that we have a bite to eat and then nap for a few hours. My room was large and well furnished with a beautiful view of the mountains. We had lunch, he ordered and paid, and we went back to our room. A young woman, a little younger than me came in to finish setting up because of the late checkout. Every move she made was exquisite, her face, hands, hair, hips, bust, legs, smile, dare I say her eyes that didn't stop looking at me. She extended her hand and said her name was Mirella. She spoke in Spanish and then translated, if you need something please call me, whatever you need I am here to please you. Really? You would think she would shake hands and leave, instead of holding my hand and looking into my eyes with her green eyes that mesmerized me. She didn't release my hand. No she said maybe I needed a warm bath, she would draw it for me.

    While she filled the tub she helped me unpack and undress. Until I was barely in bra and panties. Again she spoke in Spanish, then in English. You are very beautiful, with a woman like you I fall in love instantly. Forgive me. She held my hand while I stepped out of my panties, and she helped me release my bra. Again the Spanish English, you are a real woman. She sat on the side of the tub and washed my back and massaged me. Please let me, and she lathered my chest with a large washcloth, paying careful attention to my nipples. If you allow me, and she bent over to kiss them, one, two. It's that I'm in love, forgive me. She slowly and continuously ran hot water and bathed me with a large pitcher for that purpose. I want you to know that here the women come first, I am here to love you.

    On the bed, laying on my back on the large towel with which she dried me, she undressed carefully, until fully naked she asked me if she pleased me. She was well schooled, is that the right word. She made love to me gently, all over, paying careful attention to ensure that I achieved an orgasm. That's for you, because I love you. And she hugged me with her whole body and then we made love, head to toe, her to me, me to her. While you are here I am here for you, if you want I will stay with you, so I can warm your bed and sleep with you.

    I am not a lesbian. I am not. Why did I fall for it. How could I fall for it so readily. No question it. Who put her up to it. Who paid her. I slept with her for several hours, we had dinner at midnight. Never, ever have I kissed so fully. What men? Who cares? I left after our meetings completely in love with her. It took me four months to get her a visa. Another year to get her a work permit. I had no money to pay for her apartment, so she stayed with me, very close, very personal. Mirella is my wife now. I guess, maybe, I am a lesbian.

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    # 74137 - by Suzie / October 20, 2024
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    Am I Or Am I Not, That Is The Question I Don't Have An Answer For

    I work in small company, office staff is 22 and field staff around 40. I work in accounting as a bookkeeper. The lady who hired me is hispanic and single. According to her she just never met the right guy. I have access to payroll and she is 36. I went to a gym that is close to the office, it was me checking the place out. I saw her there working out, she had on tight gym clothes, but too tight. You could read her lips. She saw me and I had to say hello. She asked me a lot of questions and said that after her workout she was going out with some friends, maybe I wanted to come and meat some new people. I was embarrassed because during the whole time she was talking to me I couldn't stop looking down at her crotch. When I hear read my lips, this is who I think of.

    I agreed because I didn't want her against me. We left my car at the gym and rode in hers. We went to this place Glorias, full of women at happy hour. A kiss here and kiss there and a kiss here and a kiss there, and arms around her shoulder, her arm around her shoulder. She was obviously in her element. I said hi, and shook hands, a couple of the women really gripped my hand like a man does. Some had pecs and guns, and thighs bursting at the seam. Most had easy to see through tops, some with short shorts or very short skirts, with cheeks showing. And like I said the kissing was everywhere, and some kissing was intentionally heavy. I am not unaware and I knew that I was in some lesbian bar. A girl asked me to dance but I refused politely.

    A woman came over to talk to me and got into my personal space, I was against the wall and she groped me between the legs. Making sure there aren't any balls there. She groped me again and walked off, back to her friends, pointing back at me. My ride was deep in conversation and wine and hanging on some woman. Soon they were trading kisses. Hands fell below the waist and caressed her behind. I wanted to leave but I didn't have a ride. Another girl approached me and asked me if I wanted to dance. She didn't take no for an answer and I ended up on the dance floor. Very exhibitionist dancers, long legs, tiny thongs and panties, open shirts with no bra, lots of kissing and groping while dancing. I got pulled in for a kiss and a hand on my chest. Loosen up she said, stop being a frigid. She walked me to the wall and kissed me heavily, while groping me between the legs. She told me she was taking me home with her and I wouldn't be a virgin by morning. She controlled me the rest of the evening.

    I got kissed so many times I lost count. She held her arm around my shoulders and reached down to pinch my boob, to grab a handful, to pull me around to kiss me. She was strong, as strong as a man. She took me outside for a breath of fresh air and said she had the hots for me. And was I a virgin, because I sure acted like one, and she wanted to take care of that problem for me. We got in her car and went to her apartment. No ceremony, not even where the bathroom was. I was on my back with her mouth all over me. Her hands reached up to squeeze me hard and pinch my nipples. She crawled up on me and kissed me with her hand in my crotch and her fingers in me. I managed to roll over, and she got on my back to hump me. It didn't end, it went on and on and on. I had no choice, she forced her big brown nipples in my face and her crotch on me. If I fought back I don't remember. I was all naked on her bed and had to pee and she walked me to the bathroom and stood there with me. When I got off she sat down and told me to wipe her.

    Nothing put her off, nothing I said or did. She came looking for me until she found me, my phone was ringing all day and all night, unless I was with her. I was labeled by her and she made sure the other girls knew she had put made me her girlfriend. Month in and month, out I only went out with her. Until she moved me in with her. I was by then unsure about everything. Sex was open and often, public kissing and groping, lady bars and lady dance halls, lady parties and lady sleepovers. Lady this and lady that, lady, lady, lady. No men need apply, you are not wanted.

    On October 20th, 2022 we flew to Las Vegas and got married on October 22nd. I changed my name and driver's license. I did not change the name on my diploma. I woke up on Monday the 24th married getting ready for work. My hispanic lady was all proud of me and had let the office know that I was married to Silvia, which I am approaching my second anniversary.

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    # 74049 - by Jena / October 16, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 61

    What A Life It's Been, We've Been Together Forty Years

    I was assigned as a payables clerk to an office when the regular girl was out on maternity. The office manager was a lady in her thirties who had been there for several years. She was friendly and we talked and I told her I was new in town and looking for a full time position. On Friday she told me that we had off that afternoon because the boss was taking off early, we should go to lunch, the boss had a laid a 50 on her so let's spend it.

    She took me to a place, off the beaten track. It was lunch with a lingerie show. While you ate, girls in underwear served the tables. Not all the underwear was appropriate, some thongs were extremely skimpy, and some of the girls were oversized for their bras. She watched me and asked if I was uncomfortable. Why should men have titty bars and women not enjoy the same thing? Well for one, it was women we were looking at, and the place was all women, no men allowed.

    She confessed to me that she was strictly into women, no man had ever touched her. I told her that I wasn't from that persuasion. She laughed, 'wait until you eat pussy'. And thus began my trip down into dark alleys, lesbian bars and lesbian lunch rooms. Lesbian only naked parties, lesbian spa dates. Lesbian sleepovers, and eating pussy. I fell into it, I didn't go, I didn't look for it.

    During my lesbian awakening I met a girl who worked at a clothing store for, you guessed it, lesbian women. Lots of toys and strange underwear, lubricants and oils, little collars with chains, butt plugs of all colors. And a selection of Japanese vibrators. I was overwhelmed, but she made me look, and touch and whispered nasty things in my ear. Did I think I would be into some videos, you know some girls getting it on for the viewer. A whole collection of lesbian porn, from B movies of falling in love on the metro, to outright sex. You rent them, we rewind for you.

    She wanted and wore a small leather collar, and when we went out she put a wristband on me, with a small chain to her collar. She liked hard nipples and rubbed this 'stuff' on them, tasted like marshmallows. We went to dive bars where girls danced half naked, we went to small dark places where girls picked up girls. We went to a wine bar where dykes gathered. Such was life in the bid city. But at night, all safe in our bed, she was a kitten who needed to be loved upon.

    I had to draw the line somewhere, the office manager at that job I had invited me to a talk by this woman, who was looking for volunteers for a demonstration. That's not me I told her, I'm not going to be seen on TV. The movement had started and I sat on the sideline with my girlfriend. I told her not to go and she didn't. We were out enough with her dog collar.

    Time passes and now I am here on this web site to confess that I still have my girlfriend, but we are fat and happy. The collar stage is long over, now she wears a ring on her finger. We moved around a bit but returned to the city. And sometimes for fun we go and watch girls parade in their underwear. My friend, the office manager, retired and she reminds me, once you eat pussy....

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    # 74040 - by Angie / October 16, 2024
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