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Lesbian Female / 25

He Pinched My Nipple And Now He Has Privileges And Work Benefits

I am young and this man in the office found me attractive. He was older than me and had a higher position. One day he found me in the kitchen fixing a cup of tea. He asked me to fix him one and we stood there and talked for a while. Away from my desk, I worked in benefits for the HR department. I was standing, he was talking and he reached out and pinched my nipple. I jumped back, right into the HR Director. She had seen what he did and she wanted me to press charges. The company policy was very restrictive and any activity between superiors and subordinates was considered suspect. But I had had my nipple pinched and I wasn't going to press charges. When I was standing there with him I wanted him to kiss me.

The Director of HR, was an HR professional, degreed with a Master's. She took it all very seriously, and that I wouldn't press charges for what was an obvious sexual harassment made her angry. I was supposed to be the example for the other women. Because she knew? that the men in this company took advantage of the women.

Totally out of the ambit of work, I was out with some friends and we went to a bar. We heard that on Thursdays Ladies' night was meant for lesbian. We were there, and we got an eye full. And I looked across the dance floor and there was our dearest HR lady, with another woman. That's why we stayed, and we blended in with the other lesbians, holding hands and sitting close. The Director of HR leaned in and kissed the woman, and she laughed and the HR Director caressed her face with the back of her hand. We watched, mesmerized on how she put the move on the other woman, until they were holding hands across the table.

When they were nose to nose, and kissing I took a picture with my phone. When the HR Director excused herself for the bathroom I followed her in. I stood outside the stall she was in waiting for her to come out. She was shocked when she saw me. I asked her if she was a lesbian too, I was there with my girlfriend. And oh by the way, who is this woman? And i showed her the picture on my phone, all puckered up and kissing. Give me that you little bitch. Oh, I'm a bitch now because I have a girlfriend. What does that make you? The bigger bitch?

It was inappropriate and uncalled for and I told my coworker, the one that pinched my nipple, because I was keeping him abreast of her efforts for me to press charges. I asked him to pinch my nipples again, I needed to know if it made a difference, from holding hands with my girlfriend. I told my girlfriend and she pinched my nipples, but without any clothes on. She kissed my nipples and rubbed her face in my boobs. Not fair, not a comparison.

I let her kiss me tenderly, and take my top off and kiss my nipples. I let her slip my bottoms off and show me how tender she can be. I guess we are average, but average is average and I suppose we are all mostly average too. Anyway, I like walking with my girlfriend. My girlfriend didn't want to hear about it my work problem. It is bad enough he pinched my nipple, don't need to share it.

The way things are now, the HR Director keeps her distance, I have special privileges with him, and I moved in with my girlfriend. I guess my relationship with him is friends with work benefits. He is still sore about me and my girlfriend. I let him touch me inappropriately, that's enough for him. He needs to get a real girlfriend.

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# 73171 - by Miss D'Angelo / August 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 66

    My Lesbian Journey 2

    Dell shocked me by admitting she had been engaging in lesbian sex. She was the last one I would have thought would cheat on her husband, and certainly not with another woman. Whenever her husband was away, she would bring home women for lesbian sex. I sat there as she extolled the virtues of younger women's pussies, how delicious they tasted and how she loved to make them squirm with her tongue.

    Dell pointed to a young woman sitting alone at the bar. She was busty and curvy in a tight white too and a very shirt skirt, with black sheer stockings and high heels. Dell told me to talk to her, to pick her up and take her home. I asked how she knew the woman would be willing and she laughed and said most would be. I didn't do what she suggested, leaving for home a few minutes later. As I was going out the door, I saw Dell walk over and sit down next to her, which is when I remembered her husband was in Detroit that week.

    Anyways, I had decided to have fun, to make up for my years of boredom staying at home. I found I liked cocaine and would buy a brick every few months. I didn't use it every day, but once a month I would throw a party and would give out lines of coke to anyone who wanted one.

    One particular night, I was sitting on my sofa cutting up big lines of coke, when two younger ladies sat down on either side of me, eyeing my brick and the chopped pile and the twenty lines. They were blatant in their greed, which amused me.

    One was a busty blonde in a halter top and tight little shorts, and the other was a dark-skinned black girl who was very nubile, wearing a tube top and the tiniest shorts I had every seen. Both weren't older than 25, at most, and both are exceptionally friendly, which no doubt was due to my abundant coke.

    They stayed with me all night, doing up my coke like it was going out of style. I was having fun; they made me laugh with their obvious intent to do as much as they could. We were still doing lines when the last of my guests left, leaving just us three in my house. I got up and locked up, having no doubt they were snorting up as much coke as they could until I got back. I didn't mind if they were as I turned off alk the lights and lit the candles I have all over in the living room. Putting on some background music, I rejoined my new friends, and chuckled when I saw two corners of my brick gone.

    We partied for some time, when I found myself drawn to their breasts, or more accurately, their hard nipples liking out their tops. I don't know if I was just high, which I was, or what, but when J, the blonde bent over across me to do a line, I reached back and tugged on the top string of her halter. Without missing a beat, she sat up and let her too fall off, exposing her full breasts and small pink nipples and quarter sized arreolas.

    She simply reached back and untied the bottom string, letting her top fall to the floor. I felt T, the other girl shifting around and turned to see she had taken off her top as well, reveal two round breasts leaked by two Hershey Kisses. Now I had two topless young women on either side of me, and I was enjoying it.

    I don't remember when it happened but I had just done a lube and was handing the tooter to J, when she kissed me. I was taken aback, but then I felt how soft her lips were and fell into it. Before I knew it, we were exchanging tongues in the most sensuous way I had ever experienced. It was a long kiss, and I felt myself getting wet, which startled me.

    When we broke off, I was out of breath, but then T kissed me as well. It had the same effect on me, though her lips were much softer and fuller than J's. We broke off and did some more lines, during which I began thinking about what was happening, remembering my conversation with Dell. I made up my mind, by tugging at T's shorts, which were off in an instant, revealing her smooth dark pussy. All I had to do was look at J and she was out of hers as well.

    It was weirdly surreal, but it was like I couldn't stop myself. I kissed them both and caressed their breasts, in awe of how much I was aroused by the feel of another woman. I was kissing J when T reached between my kegs and began caressing my pussy over my panties, skipping her hand under my skirt. They were sheer and thin, and my clit made a little bump in them which T gently rubbed with her finger.

    Damn it, I said this was the last half but I ran out of room...
    I promise to finish this!

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    # 73169 - by Cougar for Kittens / August 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 66

    My Lesbian Journey

    I was 62 when my husband of 43 years suddenly keeled over of a massive coronary. A number of factors played in his untimely demise, like his age (72) and the five cigars he smoked every day. Then there was the huge amount of coke in his system and the 20 y.o. under him, evidently trapped by his dead weight until her screams were answered. They said she had been stuck there for at least 45 minutes. LOL, I say.

    As the days and weeks passed, I eventually got the whole picture. The first thing I learned was that, contrary to my initial surmise, the apartment they were in wasn't hers. In fact, it wasn't even his either. The person on the five year lease turned out to be me; the bastard had somehow forged my name. Oh, and 'I' had been a tenant there for some 24 years!

    Looking deeper, I also found out 'I' had bought a lakeside cabin ten years earlier. I even paid for it in cash, some $69,000, which led me to a bank account I had known nothing about. There was more, but the first of it, when it was all said and done was that my husband had a life I was totally unaware of, and that it went back to just a year after we married. It took me a long time to get over the deceit, but when I was told he had a will that left me everything, I managed.

    I had no choice but keep the apartment until the lease was up, maybe subletting it. The cabin was easy, I fell in love with it the instant I saw it. It was very cozy and surrounded by trees except for the swath that afforded me a beautiful view of the lake which was only 100' away, and the beautiful sunsets. I didn't care if he had been fucking his sluts there, though I got rid of the bed and replaced it with a huge oak framed four-poster.

    One night, one of my friends, Dell, talked me into going to dinner with her. I hadn't been out for some time, trying to deal with everything. She is a few years older, well-travelled and a very reserved, reasonable woman who butis always the one who I go to when I need advice. Her husband, being a lawyer, handled most of the legalities after my husband's demise.

    We met at a restaurant with a bar, which we retired to after sharing a Cobb salad. Finding a booth back in the corner, we ordered drinks and spent the rest of the night getting drunk and talking. Around our third drink, the talk turned to me, which I had been dreading because Dell has no filters. I didn't want to bring down our fun but she's unstoppable. I was steeling myself to rehash everything that I was dealing with, but Dell had a different topic in mind than finance a and a cheating husband.

    Dell was deeply concerned about my sex life, which was nonexistent. Even after we married, it was dismal, my husband 'worked' insane hours and was away on 'business' trips constantly. Once a month I was lucky if he climbed on top on me, gave a few pumps, came and then rolled over snored all night. No foreplay, no kissing, just a few humps and a messy c**t was about all I got.

    In the early years, I tried to do things for him, like go down on him. I even suggested we try anal sex, though I wasn't really wanting to, but each time he would get angry and tell me I was his wife, not some whore off the street. Frustrated sexually, I purchased myself a vibrator online, but accidentally left the package it came in where he found it.

    I had been so excited to try it out, I kicked the wrapping under the bed and forgot about it. He demanded I give it to him, which I did, then watched him smash it. He screamed at me to never bring anything like it into his house again. But it had felt so good I bought another one the next day and kept it hidden up inside the box springs wrapped in a towel.

    Dell told me I needed to get out and get laid, that fingers and toys were fun and all but actual sex with another human being would clear my head. I told her I wasn't ready to deal with another man yet, and she looked at me with a sly look, and asked "Who said anything about a man?"

    At first, I was confused; how could I get laid without a man? Then it dawned on me what she was implying and let out an audible gasp of shock. I was too stunned to respond, but Dell sat back and said it for me, that, yes, she was suggesting I have sex with another woman. Naturally, I thought she was thinking that her and I go to bed together, but she picked up on it and laughed, telling me I wasn't her type, that she preferred them much younger.

    Okay, I know from reading some posts that long posts are frowned on, and are for masturbating too but I promise to finish this with only one more posting.

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    # 73167 - by Cougar for Kittens / August 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 41

    Finding Love In Las Vegas

    I worked for the same company for over fifteen years. Most of those were pretty good. I was paid reasonably well and had a position of responsibility. A couple of years before the Pandemic our company was bought out by a European based company, but with Far East money. The managers they sent over were Brits. There shtick was hard ass, cut cost, turn around specialist. They stuck together. Because I work with records, I came across a bill for an all night party. It had an innocuous name, but they attached the detail. Alcohol, topless women, strippers, sex. It was an all inclusive, meaning everyone played together. I did some research, and because I have a friend who works vice for the police force he identified the party types. Young girls.

    I became obsessed with finding out more. From time to time they had retreats at large hotels, in town, but also in New Orleans and Las Vegas. I flew out to Las Vegas and followed them around, they spent a lot of time gambling, with young women around them. They dropped a lot of money, and money is honey in Las Vegas. I focused on this one woman that was always with them. She told me she was hired out for the week, so sorry, not available. I told her I saw her and she is the only girl there I wanted. I was staying in room ## and she could come to me after they shut down the party. I slipped two hundred in her bra and I grabbed her hands and put them on my boobies. I was looking for love from her. The truth was that being there had gotten the better of me.

    She told the manager in charge that her girlfriend was there and that I wanted to join her at the parties. I dressed like a hooker, she loaned me the clothes, and not that anyone of the Brits knew me, but no one recognized me. In the party room I told them I was strictly into girls, I never had anything to do with a man. I would watch, but not participate.

    The party was noisy and wild, as expected it was all nudity. I took my clothes off too to fit in, but the only girl I let touch me was the girl that brought me. There was a great big heart shaped bed and that's where we made love for them. There were some cameras, but it was mostly drunk behavior. But now I had made love with her and I wanted to be with her. It was very late, or early in the morning, when we left and went to my room and had real sex. She wasn't pleasing her client, she was into me and I was into her. We woke up in a pretzel the next morning.

    My trip to Las Vegas didn't get me any information or evidence against them. I'm sure their bosses knew and probably played with them when they met them in Las Vegas. But this girl I couldn't get her out of my mind. I begged her to come see me. I would show her around, girl to girl without all that Las Vegas feeling. Just come to me. She came a couple of weeks later and we had a very long weekend, we left no stone unturned and eloped and got married. We checked with a family attorney and she said it was legal, very legal. We were married.

    In the end I was let go along with a lot of other people, at the end of 2019. No one expected the Pandemic and our severance packages were tied to our seniority. I moved to Las Vegas to live with her. It bothered me no end that she went topless, and that she would entertain a client. She wasn't a full time hooker, but for the money she would do anyone, men or women. Only with me was she real, she played and acted when she was working. But the Pandemic put an end to everything. We moved to my home town, and shocked everyone because we were married. We behaved in public and moved into a rent house my parent's owned.

    Our sex life is fine, and there is some chasing around the living room. There is no more sex with strangers for her, she has to satisfy herself in our bedroom. She works now as a bank receptionist, and I'm working for a family business. When asked, we say she was a show girl, which is not true, she was a Las Vegas hooker.

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    # 73146 - by Miriam / August 26, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    The Best Thing I Did For Myself Esteem Was To Get My Pussy Beautified

    I'm 23. In high school I played around with another girl. She had what I can only describe as perfect porn pussy. Beautiful to look at, to touch, to lick. I wasn't blessed, thank God for hairy pussy. If there is such a thing, I hated my pussy. Not symmetrical with thick curtains. When I tried to get a look inside, it was like looking into a war wound. To say I was jealous of my girlfriend's pussy is putting it mildly. She said she didn't care, she loved me anyway, but we kept the Amazon, while she showed off her Grade A pussy.

    As a freshman in college I had pot luck and a girl from Dallas was my roommate. Pretty Miss Suzy, perfect tits, and perfect ass, and yes, you got it, perfect pussy. She knew I liked looking at her and she strut her stuff for me. She would sit on her bed with her legs apart and arch her back, and yes I went over and got on my knees and I ate her beautiful pussy. It was a few weeks after we started school when she admitted that her mother had paid for her to get beautied up for college. New tits, and a new pussy.

    One of the days, when we were particularly horny and we had spent the afternoon naked, she asked me to get on my bed with my face in the pillow and open my legs. She took a picture. She then asked me to shave it all off, every bit of it. She helped me clean up my ass crack and she took another picture. She said that the clinic where she had been beautied up needed pictures, to see if I was a candidate for a pussy pretty procedure.

    It was a lot of money, my mother reluctantly agreed. This was for me, so that I would enjoy my pussy. Not enough money for new tits. I went to Dallas with my roommate over the Christmas break and had the procedure. I woke up, and went home with her and she 'nursed' me back. Kissing my new pussy every day, and showing me pictures. Of course when you are post op you are swollen, but by the time we went back to campus, my pussy was perfect. For the first time in my life I liked seeing myself naked, and trimmed down so that I could see my beautiful slit. I could sit with my legs open and hold a mirror and not puke. So perfect, everything so neat and tucked away and my shaved vulva was meaty, my roommate would motorboat me. I still had less than perfect tits, but my roommate convinced me not to touch them, that's how she liked me.

    The thing about pussy pretty, is that it is for you. Not anyone else, so that you can enjoy your pussy. In my case, and in my girl's case, we don't share our pussy with a dick, we keep ourselves off that market. We have shared some pussy pics online and on Tik Tok, we hope the likes are from girls. I can say that I became a totally new person, a woman. This procedure can make you a Barbie, or in our case, we asked for porn perfect. My girl eats me now like a lioness, she can't get enough of my pussy. Nor can I get enough of hers. But that comes with the territory.

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    # 73138 - by Bea / August 26, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 62

    I Am Still A Lesbian Even After Forty Years Of Being Married

    I am the older of two girls. My father made me wait to go to college until my sister graduated so we would be together. My life was academic, and my social group were academics. My sister was sports girl and her social group were fitness and body worship types. My sister wasn't one of those girls that gets pictured in magazines, but she was fit and certain type of boys like that.

    When we were in college we lived in off campus housing. An apartment that was already fifty years old. It was cheap, and we had to ride the bus to get to and from school. To cut expenses my sister suggested that we share a room and get a roommate. That's how Alicia came to live with us. She was a graduate student from Venezuela. Tall for us, and very bossy. It was evident from the first week she was there that she liked my sister, she was into fit and athletic girls. My sister rejected her, period. My sister's preferences were older guys with beards who could dominate her.

    That left me in the middle. One day Alicia came into the bathroom with me. I was brushing my teeth after my shower, wrapped in a towel. She pushed her clothes off and stood naked and asked me if I liked girls like her, or what kind of girls I liked. She sat on the toilet and peed in front of me. I tried to leave but she grabbed at my towel and tore it off so that I was naked. The bathroom was small in that apartment and she grabbed me and pulled me to her. She told me she was going to eat me and for me to stand and not try to get away. After a minute of two she said she wanted to eat me with my legs open and she opened the door and we both went out naked to her room and she ate me on her bed. After she had enough she told me I had to eat her in return, that way we were going to be girlfriends.

    When I saw my sister again I told her what had happened. Well maybe you're a lesbian and liked it, since you don't like boys or men. I moved into Alicia's room with her. Alicia was very extroverted about being a lesbian and she was on me at any and all times, and she liked to force me to kiss or she would grab me by my boobs in front of my sister. To me it was embarrassing, and I already felt guilty because I was sleeping with her. She graduated when we were juniors and she wanted me to move to Venezuela with her.

    During the summer I convinced my parents to go to Venezuela for a week. While I was there my sister told my parents that we had been lesbians and had slept together and that Alicia wanted me there. My mother and her sister came to Venezuela and forced me to return with them. I went back for my senior year at college and my mother told my sister to get me a boyfriend and put an end to my behavior.

    My sister had been dating this graduate doctorate candidate and she was sleeping with him. He had a friend and my sister told him that if he wanted he could have sex with me. But to make sure, because I was going to fight him so he had to control me. My sister's boyfriend and his friend came to our apartment. After eating pizza and some beers and watching television, my sister went back to the room and came out naked. She called to her boyfriend, to come and fuck her. She told his friend to go ahead and fuck me, I needed it. She turned and told him to fuck me and mean it, he had to get rid of my bad habit.

    While my sister was with her boyfriend in her room with the door open he was on top of me in the living room. He had ripped my shirt off and unhitched my bra and was sucking hard on my nipples, while his hand was inside my pants. He kneeled to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down, and grabbed at my waist to undo my belt and unzip my jeans. I went cold, like a board, I didn't say anything. He did what he did but I didn't participate. When he finished he called me name, which in English means bitch. My sister was standing there, still naked and told him I was a lesbian.

    I had to marry him. My sister married her boyfriend. We lived together in the same house for five years, until he forced me to get pregnant. Then we moved to a house where we lived for fifteen years until we moved to the house where we live in now. I had a son and daughter and my sister has two daughters. We are both still married.

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    # 73121 - by Maria Eugenia / August 25, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 32

    My Aunt May

    While I was going to college my mother's older brother died. My aunt May by marriage called my mother and told her that if I wanted I could have my uncle's car for college, just to come down from Pittsburg by train and I could take the car back with me. Being of that age, any car was a car, and it was a low mile Camry. I took the train on Saturday morning, expecting to drive back on on Sunday.

    My aunt met me at the train station and we went to their house, which at one time was a nice neighborhood. The house was a relic of the 1940s, a two bedroom, two story with one bathroom. My aunt showed me the car in the one car garage, which was quite nice really, it had low mileage and was very clean. She told me we would have to go to the Court House to transfer the title and after a few days in DC I could drive back to Pittsburg. I told her I hadn't come prepared for more than an overnight stay. She asked me if I thought it was right, seeing as she was still grieving, to just come down and take the car and leave? Really? I felt guilty and bad and apologized to her.

    That first night, we fixed something at home because going out was so expensive. My aunt dug into me and asked me if I had someone to please or was I like those lesbians. I told her I wasn't a lesbian and she answered 'so you are one those cock sucking girls, are you?' Never could see what that did for you, 'tell me you don't suck dick'.

    She got up from her seat and brought out a magazine, one of those old Penthouse magazines that my uncle got in the mail. She opened it up to the fold out. 'You can't tell me she's not pretty'. Look at those tits, now those are tits. What have you got to compete with that? Now tell me, between this and a dick, what would you do? Be honest now, what would you do if this girl was offering you her pussy?

    She didn't stop, she was all worked up. Your mother told me that you would much rather kiss a girl than a boyfriend. Admit it, you are one cheap little lesbian, aren't you? Under her assault and anger I admitted that maybe I liked girls more, because I had never met a boy worth liking! And no, I didn't suck dick, how could she think that? She let me go to bed early, but not before coming into my room and throwing a dozen Penthouse magazines on the bed. Here enjoy yourself.

    The next day Sunday I went to Church with her. She pointed out this one girl, who she said was a lesbian. Everyone knows she's a lesbian, maybe you can make friends with her. The Church had lunch for the Women's Outreach and we stayed. At least we didn't talk about lesbians at lunch. On the ride home she asked me if I wanted those Penthouse, why her husband wanted those was beyond her. When we got back to the house she brought a box full of Penthouse and other magazines. Here, all the pussy and tits to make a lesbian happy.

    On Monday we went down to the courthouse to transfer the title. But on the way home she stopped at this strip center that had an adult store. She took me in, because I didn't want to. She bought me this dildo, a dick, for me to get used to. Back at her house I did some laundry, I didn't have clothes otherwise, and planned to leave on Tuesday. While my clothes were in the laundry I was naked under a robe she loaned me. She asked to see my tits. What type of tits do you like? Be honest now, since you don't like a dick, what type of tits do you like?

    I drove home the next day, in my car. My five year old Camry. In the trunk I had that box of Penthouse and other girly magazines. It was somewhere along the road back that I asked myself, why was she so angry about it, and why did she want me to have those magazines. Back at my apartment, I went through the box with my roommate. Some of the magazines we opened to look at the foldouts. And in one magazine we found a faded Polaroid. Maybe she liked girls, it was her and another girl naked on a bed with the other girl between her legs kissing her. On the back in faded handwriting, 'May and Jen June '76'.

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    # 73099 - by C / August 24, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 26

    I Could Only Do One Thing For Her, Have A Baby In Her Name

    I was 23 and a junior reporter when the car we were in was hit by a dump truck and my college life partner was killed. I went back home to grieve. My parents never approved of her for me. A guy from my growing up days was there. He was a classmate of my older brother. He told me I needed to have a baby in her name. That's what I could do. Have a baby.

    He did the honors. I had a girl and named her Sam. I married her father, so she could grow up in a normal home.

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    # 73081 - by Alma / August 23, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Never Expected That We Would Have To Deal With Her Feelings

    I am not the dyke in the marriage. My dyke wife is the one pregnant. She is still smarting from being made pregnant. I'm still trying to make things right with her. The big issue I have found out is that dykes don't like being the female being made pregnant. My eggs aren't fertile.

    The father is our toxic next door neighbor. She has a hard time with him, but he was the best male around. If she has a boy hopefully he won't be so testosterone heavy. Dykes are wired differently, made to feel feminine or womanly unnerves them. My wife is no different.

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    # 73079 - by Casha / August 23, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    A Blast From The Past Has My Number, I Need To Be One With Him Again

    I was close friends with this woman friend of mine. We were close but at that time not intimate. She worked for a large hotel chain and got a job in Las Vegas and she offered for me to come with her. Have some fun, get to know Vegas, and she was sure she could get me a job. It was in Vegas that she offered me a side of the bed, with my panties off. It wasn't a gentle transition.

    We lived in Vegas for five years, from 27 to 32. We aren't the type that celebrates that we have one bed to sleep in, and we don't outwardly show any symptoms of our condition. We both come from fairly conservative upbringings and we are well aware that finding ourselves in this situation is not what anyone on our side prefers for us. They want us married with children, carpools, cupcakes and all that. I will add that after five years it's all normal, how we live and when we get carried away in bed. Don't look to us for anything out of the ordinary, we don't use 'toys' for penetration, we don't kiss where the sun don't shine, we are affectionate and do like to share kisses now and then. Hard sex for us is pushing ourselves to get to orgasm, and that does include giving a good college try on our intimate anatomies.

    We moved to Austin because of job promotion for her. In Austin I ran into an old college friend, male and he was somewhat disturbed that we were a couple. Partners, we aren't married. I won't say we haven't discussed marriage, but we are more of the man and wife marriage than two women. We got pushed around by him, trying to force us out into the open. We have our thing, and it is not on social media. And we resented his interference. To the point that we needed a man to set him straight. If he was gay, that is. I called the man I dated in college and asked him to come to Austin and get this guy off our case. He is married to a woman and has children, so there is nothing there except old love. He is what some people would call a hard ass, ex Ranger, small and compact, but he can tear your head off.

    We elected not to watch, not to be there when he put this other guy in his place. He managed, he never told us just what the told that guy, but he disappeared and we haven't seen him since. As for me, seeing him brought back a host of old memories. Including those dates when he didn't go home until the sun came out. I continue to have feelings for him. And seeing him just brought this all up. If I had been smart I should have married him and I would never have tripped across this other life. As my partner put it, I need another drubbing by him, to leave it all in the past.

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    # 73037 - by Sherry / August 21, 2024
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