Were you outed and didn't want to be? Need to talk about your very first time or encounter? Have a question about technique or about safe sex? Whatever it is, lay it all out here. This category is specifically for lesbian stories.

Out Of The Blue I Took A Cruise To Meet Other Women

I saw a cruise that was open to the LGBT community. After thinking about it for a while I decided to book a cabin and took it. On board I met some really nice folks, and a couple of not so nice folks. I got along well with a retired air hostess from American. Blonde blue eyed type, still into miniskirts and push up bras. We got it on, had fun together, I agreed to visit her in Asheville.

This is the first time I've gone out like this. I'm a regular homebody and shy really. My preferences have always been quiet girls. I am a librarian by profession, and I had so many young women work with me. A quiet girl, who wants a woman to take care of her. So getting together with an air hostess was quite a change, from introvert to extrovert. I still much prefer a quiet girl, who wants to be held in my bosoms, kissed and told she is so pretty.

  • I Have A Male Patient And I Facilitate Him Having Sex With Me

    I work as a nurse practitioner for a large medical group. My specialty is cardiology. I am 37, I have no problem with being lesbian. My love interest is the Cardiologist I work for. She is Romanian, 43, a very able Cardiologist.

    I have a patient, a Mr. X. He came to us because of an early onset of a heart issue. He is under our care, and with the medications and monitoring he is doing well. He can't help making friends, and he 'sucked' me into his orbit. So much so that I accepted an invitation to join him for an outdoor concert. Behind the Dr's back. I ended up naked in bed with him, supercharged by ED medication, I got fucked several times that night.

    He knows that I'm a lesbian and that my love interest is the doctor. But from time to time he tells me he needs me and I show up and let him have his way with me all night long. Because of his heart condition I have medication with me, and I'm not above shutting things down if his heart gets overactive. I am also guilty of providing the ED medication, and being the object of his lust the evening. My one nightmare is him dying between my legs one night.

    I Paired Off Forty Years Ago With An Older Gay Man

    I turn 60 this year. I have always been 'liberated'. But I also have to admit I had a man who could afford to keep me and let me play women's lib. He is older than me by twenty years, he is in good health and buys me whatever I seem to want at the moment. It is a 'strange' relationship, a liberated lesbian and a gay man. I moved in with him during my junior year in college and I still live with him.

    When I moved in I was having trouble. A bad break up, thrown out on the street. He lived in the same apartment complex and gave me a room in his apartment. I 'instinctively' started to fill the role of the female and he instinctively filled the role of the dominant male. I recognized it but was powerless to change it. A 20 year old girl and a 40 year old man.

    He was attracted to a certain type of men. Once I moved in with him he stopped bringing men over. It was an unspoken rule, he wouldn't bring men over and I wouldn't bring women over. In our space I would live out the role of the younger woman and he would live out the role of the doting older male. I never paid rent, I never paid for anything after I moved in with him.

    I went to my share of bra burnings, and lesbian activists meetings. I learned that showing up without a bra on was a big mistake. Decorum was a broken and I got in trouble. I had to take a bra to burn, but never come home without one on. During those years in my twenties I was perpetually horny. Like him, I was attracted to a certain type of women. It was so obvious once you saw the pattern.

    I never left because quite frankly I couldn't. I talked about it with a lover more than once, but leaving him was out of the question. Likewise he never left me, he went out, had his flings, but we were together, tied to each other. For my 21st birthday he gave me an apron. An apron symbolized 'marriage'. I still have that apron.

    At 60 I don't get out much, from the sexual point of view. I'm tired really. I don't have the energy for a young woman with ideas. At 80 he doesn't see men anymore. I can't really remember the last time he went out to be with a man. I have a girlfriend group, all lesbians, and we travel together and we are each other's emotional support. He has me.

  • After Most Of My Life Hiding From Sex, I Have A Girlfriend And A Man

    During my high school days I never clicked, during college I never clicked. I was close to my grandmother until she died, left me enough to buy my own condo. Masturbation was always hit or miss, mostly miss. A seldom resorted to behavior. I confess that it wasn't until I was well into my twenties before I successfully had an orgasm. My self confidence when it comes to romantic behavior is very low. I have a hard time wearing a bikini, I don't dress or undress in front of others. I don't think I'm attractive, never did.

    I took a job as an accountant at a large Christian non denominational church. A mega church. I met a donor, a man who wanted to set up a facility for him to donate a large amount of money over five years. He touched me, sexually. He put his hand between my legs. Before letting go he said "like that don't you?".

    I got the line of hard up lesbians who needed to be bent over. He corrected me when I told him I wasn't a lesbian. "If you aren't a lesbian suck my dick". And he grabbed my crotch again, very hard. "Suck my dick". His hand was groping me and I went into an orgasm.

    I wasn't going to be responsible for not getting the donation, whether I had to suck his dick, or bend over. I'm not a lesbian I repeated, I confess I was beyond being able to deny him. I looked around, the only table to bend over was the round lobby table with flowers on it. I walked over to it, moved the flowers and bent down and told him "do what you are going to do, I'm not a lesbian".

    I didn't help get my pants down, I kept my eyes closed and waited. It was like they say, like hot steel in your vagina. I didn't count to ten, or listen to him, I kept my eyes closed wholly focused on his dick sliding in and out of me. Right before he ejaculated he asked if I had a girlfriend, in his experience with lesbians both needed to be fucked to avoid jealousies.

    Then he ejaculated, I knew because he told me, as he squirted in me. After he pulled out he grabbed me between the legs with his handkerchief to dry me. I stood holding his handkerchief with my legs closed as tight as I could.

    The money came month after month. He took advantage of me month after month. He kept asking me to bring my girl to him. I quit denying I was a lesbian, I sucked his dick, bent over, or spread for him to get on. I orgasmed more often when bent over, I didn't wait for him to ejaculate in my mouth, throwing his seed away like that. After many months, I agreed to go with him on a cruise in the Mediterranean.

    He wanted me to find a lesbian girl for him. I accidently talked to a girl who Is a professional dancer. I felt her energy, and I invited her to sit with me on deck. She was forward and wanted to make a connection. I let her into my cabin to have sex with me. After we were done, talking naked on the bed, I told her my sponsor wanted to have sex with us together.

    It was a cruise thing, sex on the high seas, he got his lesbian girls party, and I had the best sex of my life with her. He was right, is right, I have always been a lesbian, I just never wanted to admit it. She lives in Majorca, I'm going to see her for a one on one holiday, he has to stay behind this time.

    A Beautiful Young Girl For An Old Maid

    I work for HR and part of my job is onboarding new employees. We got this girl sent to us by her school for a spring internship in our Finance department. The day I met her she was wearing what I can best describe as old clothes, nice, clean and pressed, but old. Not old fashioned, well used old. My heart leapt out to her. I new the feeling.

    The company I work for is a gang buster industry leader and the employees tend to dress well. Expensive and fashionable. I myself had to make a transformation, my boss sending me to a woman to teach me how to dress, make up and even how to walk and hold myself. And now I had this girl in front of me who was so out of the mold for our company. I knew immediately she would not fit in.

    I went over the paperwork with her and after all the paperwork was signed I took a moment to orient her. I told her that I suggested, she didn't have to accept my suggestion, but there was am organization that helped women with office wear. I wanted to take her there, and get a few outfits that were more office wear. She accepted, acknowledging that she didn't really have anything to wear. We went to this organization, I was known there because I volunteer one day a week helping women find clothes for interviews and office wear. I found a couple of outfits and we went into a dressing room. When I turned around she was in her bare feet, topless, in old underwear. She told me she wanted nice panties.

    I told her that there weren't any nice panties at this place, but I would buy her some nice panties. I noticed the bra that she had taken off was not only the wrong size but it was worn and ugly. She told me it was her grandmother's. She didn't have a problem standing half naked in front of me. I had a problem with her standing half naked in front of me. I had to stay professional, but what I wanted was to fall to my knees and rub my nose up her pussy. It had been a long time since I had just eaten a girl outright, not since college. I touched her pussy, with two fingers, I told her that I would buy her nice panties and a nice bra and I would treat her to a spa and make her nice and pretty. She didn't stop me from running my fingers along her pussy slit. I wanted to poke her hard, but I controlled myself.

    We got three outfits, that could be mixed and matched, and I found her a pair of pumps. We took her new clothes and went shopping. I had been introduced some time before to this stand alone lingerie store in the Village. Very expensive really, a hundred dollars for panties, and a couple of hundred for a bra. Once she was cleaned up and she looked the way I wanted, her panties would fit very nice. I told myself that I would be eating pussy that night. With her new panties, we went to lunch. I had an appointment at the spa for four o'clock.

    We wandered around the mall, I bought her a sweater and some athletic shoes, some tights, which pulled up nice and tight. That afternoon I wanted her to show off her vulva as well as her tits. I kissed her in the mall. A long wet hungry kiss. I told her she was beautiful to me, and we went to buy makeup. While we waited for the appointment at the spa, the makeup girl at the mall painted her up for me. We had an hour left, so we went to get her hair done. By then I was kissing her often, holding her hand, hugging her, my arm around her shoulder. I told her I had never had a pretty girlfriend before.

    At the spa I had her cleaned up, waxed clean, so she had a nice smooth vulva and butt, including her butthole, which I like when it is smooth and clean. I have a weakness for eating a girl's butt, and I was going to eat her that night at my apartment after we went to dinner, and showered and she showed herself off to me in her new panties. She stared at herself in the mirror, so clean, so neat, her tits and her little ass were so young. I told her again she was the prettiest girlfriend I had ever had.

    She wanted Chinese so we went to the Crouching Dragon, a place I new pretty well, frequented by the more liberal women in town. I wanted to show her off, maybe I would run into a friend or two, to see that I could also land a pretty girl for me.

    I ate her, ate her to my heart's content. She wiggled around, hard to keep her still. I went for her with all my might. I hadn't made love that way in a long, long time. In the morning, she lay there, she had never spent the night before, she had never made love before. She was beautiful in the morning light. When she put on her new panties I kiss her pussy for good luck.

    When she graduates from college she is coming to live with me. I hope so, a year is a long time.

  • Discovering That Our Problem Is That We Were Both Lesbians

    Today I am very much aware that I'm lesbian. But at 21 I only knew I felt uncomfortable when touched, and the one time I was kissed I was disgusted. My roommate since our freshman year was equally put off by guys, with her it was a control aversion. Neither one of us dated, and we never dwelled on it. In my mind I would grow out of it.

    But, we were graduating seniors. We were leaving college and had not lost our cherry. Below us lived a couple of grad students. In an impulsive act of desperation we invited them to dinner, in return they would take our cherry. We were convinced we were old enough, and we would insist on condoms, and we would leave college without our virginities hanging over us.

    The guys agreed, assured us they were more than capable. We fixed as formal a dinner as we could muster, we bought four of a kind place setting at Target. While she focused on the Cornish hens, I made a home made cherry pie. The pun didn't escape us. We showered and shaved, so we would be presentable. Brushed our teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. We tested our mouths by kissing each other, our first ever sexually charged kiss.

    The dinner and wine, desert and coffee was a success. We paired off, they had selected, in our rooms we followed our plan, low low light, disrobe completely, lay back on the bed, open our legs, count to ten and it would be over.

    He didn't get the memo. The first thing he did was turn me over, stick his tongue in my anus. My reaction of defense brought a warning, and a hard slap on my butt cheek. followed by a deep anal tongue lashing. Anal penetration was harsh, shoving me down by my shoulders, rammed in to the hilt, followed by an anal fucking.

    Turned over, my legs kept open by his knee I saw in his eyes a look of a rabid dog before he fucked me. That his dick was covered in shit, that he wasn't wearing a condom, escaped me. I wasn't able to focus, I was in the middle of an orgasm, my first such experience. When he rolled off I was on the way to being pregnant.

    My roommate next door had a different experience. She rejected him completely, never disrobed, never let him get close to her. After they left, one pleased with himself, the other one angry. My roommate put me in the shower to bathe me. She washed me with both a wash cloth and her hands, with great card washing my anus, shaking her head that he had licked me and fucked me. More important than evidence was getting his sperm out of me. Using Coca Cola she douched me. Wrapped in a warm towel she hugged me.

    We never repeated that idiocy, in due time we had a baby to take care of. We had moved to a part of the city where lesbians were many. Pushing a baby stroller not common, not unheard of. Sometimes when the urge overwhelms us, she washes my bottom with a warm washcloth, and gives me an anal tongue lashing. I want very badly penetration, and she fucks me with a nasty realistic human penis handy for the occasion.

    Responding To The Call Of The Wild

    I am a forty two year old lesbian. I have a two year old toddler. I hired an anonymous baby maker. I don't regret it, I do regret waiting so long. I could have hired the baby maker when I was thirty, but my 'friends' in the community shamed me out of it.

    Sacrificed To The Big Client, Before She Brought Me In To Love On Me

    As a graduate I landed a job with a large bank. I was in a one year orientation, working in three months shifts in various departments. It was while I was assigned to the relationship banking department that the following happened.

    We met with a large depositor, a big wheel when it came to the bank. He was assertive and demanded that the bank provide him with flexibility for moneys on deposit for higher rates, but he would be able to withdraw the funds as needed without penalty. The boss lady was very good in my opinion, and she kept the messaging that buying bank products that were set on terms could not be broken without penalty. He shifted the conversation to talk to me, questions about me, my education, my future, then striking back demanding that the bank accommodate his request.

    I felt the boss lady's hand on mine under the desk. She held my hand while he talked to me, she rubbed my hand with her finger. After he left she leaned over and whispered that he liked me, and she didn't want to scare me, but she had to tell me he was going to fuck me. I asked her if she was kidding. No, she said she had seen it so many times before, a young girl in the hands of a master, being set up for the fuck.

    I got an envelope with a handwritten invitation to join him for dinner at a restaurant that took months to get a reservation. My now friend boss lady told me to make sure I wore new panties. And with a last piece of advice, lay back and enjoy it, not every young girl gets fucked by a man like him.

    I woke up in a bed in a house with my panties lost in the sheets. I could hear the shower and after a few minutes this man walked out totally naked, he told me he liked sweet pussy. I was his favorite at the bank, and demanded I attend any meetings he had there. And lunches, and evening activities. My boss lady friend kept buying me fresh panties. She told me to leave them behind, to take another pair in my purse but not dig out my panties after he took them off. Leave them for him, so he remembered me later.

    It was after several months of this affair going on that my boss lady friend moved in to kiss me. It was a very warm and moist kiss, gentle and affectionate. When she took my panties off she folded them nicely and put them in a drawer before coming for me to give me oral sex. After all those he man moments with him, with his masculinity, her soft kisses and gentle caresses were welcome. I learned after a time that he had fucked her many times. He liked certain girls she told me, girls who like girls.

    I was a permanent hire and assigned to relationship banking. As the younger girl on the team my job was making him happy. I didn't have any other customer. A hard night with him, was always rewarded by soft love making with my boss the following day. I fell in love with my boss, and after a time she helped him understand that I needed to be left alone.

    From time to time, when we get a little rough, and she pretends to be him, we talk about how easy it is to give it up with a man like him. I never have to look for my panties in the sheets, my panties are always folded in her dresser drawer. And fresh panties are her favorite g*ft for me.

    Reluctant And Accidental Lesbians Starting Our Married Life Together

    Growing up I knew our family was very well off. We lived in a secluded neighborhood, had nice cars, members of the country club, always had nice clothes. My mom was the stay at home type, once upon a time she was college cheerleader, and worked real estate when she met my dad. Her last job was before she got married. I don't blame her, he could afford any wife he wanted, but he married the realtor.

    I got a five speed BMW for my 16th birthday. It was a standard car for my group of friends, either a Beemer or a Mustang. My mother insisted we go to the public high school, but all my friends went a private preparatory school.

    There was this pact with my friends. To avoid any unwanted pregnancies or forced marriages, we agreed to only have sex within our girl's group. I mean it was like picking a card out of a pack of cards, that's the girl for you. Neither one of was were truly lesbian types. Sex was now and then, but when sex happened it was all the way which meant full oral sex and orgasms. When you kiss with a girl and you have oral sex with a girl you get very close to her. We didn't start out close but we became close. We went to college together and roomed together.

    We never dated any guys. Why? When it was time for sex, we had sex. We tried to stay satisfied, and not look for trouble outside of us two. We never fought, we were very familiar, and we slept together. Jealousies arose when someone was trying to put a move on one of us.

    We graduated from college and we got jobs together at the same company. That way we only had to have one car and we could save money for a house. We bought a suburban house and dropped all pretenses about us being together. The first time we made love in our own house was better than a honeymoon. We did have some help with the down payment, but the monthly costs we covered from our salaries. It was my mother who told us to get married.

    Sending out save the date to family and friends with a picture of two girls felt very uncomfortable. Wearing two wedding gowns, our father's walking both of us down the isle, and turning for them to give us away must have been a scene for most people in the church that day. Cutting the cake, running out to the 'car' to escape for our honeymoon, it was all so surreal.

    We are what we call reluctant lesbians. When we were asked what car we wanted for our wedding we asked for an SUV, we want room for car seats, and room in the back for strollers and other baby stuff. We are interviewing cousins for the honor of getting us pregnant.

  • I Came Out To The Only Other Lesbian Girl In The Department

    College for me was the big awakening. My first year roommate was very open about her sexuality and opened her legs for me soon after the first semester started. Frankly sitting on my bed, with her leaning against the wall with her legs apart inviting me to come lick her, was the most exciting and scary moment about sex I had encountered. It took a lot of coaxing from her, until I got on my knees in front of her bed and she guided my face into her love center.

    It was my very first sexual act, I had not been kissed. I got kissed afterwards by her, a lot of kissing and mounting and other things, nothing was sacred, all clothes off. She wasn't going to let me go to sleep that night with anything virgin. Exchanging kisses where the sun don't shine, breast play, and of course getting to orgasm. My first, which was slight compared to my second one, which was breath taking.

    Over the years I was at college I had three different lovers which can be classified as girlfriend experiences. Our college turned out to be quite open to girls having a loving girlfriend. We had about 20 percent males, and to be frank if you wanted a boyfriend that was the not the school to find one. Some of these males competed with us being feminine. To me, it's a turn off. My idea of a man is my father, who is so far conservative on the spectrum, and quite all male and masculine. Their is a reason why we always responded with 'yes sir'.

    I left school to go to work with a nonprofit. The people there were pretty strung out on themselves and after a month I knew I had made a big mistake. I did get a job working for a conventional company, and contrary to what I was warned about, no one cared who you slept with. One girl at work befriended me, and introduced me to the lunch group and other than talking about kids and inlaws the conversations were across the board. I was even asked if I was fertile, very fertile, or not fertile at all. Some girls were not fertile at all, they had opted to be sterilized which I found pretty disturbing. I answered I was pretty fertile, considering how fertile the women in my family were. When asked if I was looking forward to starting a family I answered yes. To the current boyfriend question I answered no current boyfriend.

    This conversation set off a full court press on getting me married and mated. Pregnant women got lots of attention and the company was very pro family and quiet rooms for nursing and had a daycare for kids up to three years old when they started preschool. It was a ritual to put your hands on the belly of a girl showing. The open affection between the females was on the very high level, it's just that it was a big sisterhood, not sleeping with each other. So, one way or another, I was set up with single eligible bachelors looking for a fertile young woman.

    My friend, we were considered office buddies, was concerned that I had so little dating experience. It took everything I had in me to whisper to her that I had only dated girls. I stopped before claiming I was a lesbian, all this talk about babies and fertility and mating had me going in that direction. I didn't need a doctor to tell me that I was in full blown baby fever.

    My male role model was my father and the man I fixated on was a man much older who was very masculine and if I was going to go under, it might as well be him. I let my friend know that is who I considered daddy material. To her answer that I was being way too picky I shrugged my shoulders. A lot of orchestration was made to put us together. A birthday lunch off the property, another girl in his department asking him to escort her, sitting me beside him, no one talking to him. Looking at him knowing I was going under him made the awkward just be that more awkward.

    Starving to be pregnant overcomes any hesitations. When the time came for me to slip under him, all I could think of was getting his sperm while he was young enough to raise children. I proved I was fertile. He was cornered into asking me to marry him. I had plenty of experience growing up with a mother and three sisters to know how to play the wife game. The first meal I prepared for him was a three course affair, with a homemade salad and chicken cordon blue, and homemade chocolate cake. I had checked with his secretary for what his home tastes were.

    He is a good father to his other children, and he is a good man to be around. From time to time I meet girls that at one time I would have considered dating, but my girlfriend buddy is my coworker. Her hands rubbing on my pregnant belly, the look in her eyes, holding her hands on my swollen breasts, soft warm lips and long wet kisses, there is no doubt in my mind she is now my girlfriend.