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Masturbation

Me and my girlfriends used to mutually masturbate in school breaktimes..our p.e. mistress caught us and then we had oral sex times with her...god it was soooo hot.

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# 69786 - by Bisoosie / January 26, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 35

    I'm His Pet, Kept, Groomed And Cared For

    None of this is funny, but it happened like this. I work for a small wealth management firm. Clients were all hush hush and extremely wealthy, mostly got their money the old fashioned way, inherited it. My boss, and the man who founded the firm, hired me to be a clerk in records department. A lot of paper documents, contracts, wills, things like that. Everything had to be backed up electronically, and put away in secure files. My job was called document controller.

    I was twenty four and I got the job through a friend of my mother's who was on the school board. Art History majors can't be picky.

    I had a wild side of me that I kept pretty hidden from the adult world around me. I had become involved with a girl at school. She was a true wild child and I spent my days keeping her from making another mistake. Now that we were out of school her behavior became worse. She worked at a popular pizza place near campus (we didn't go to that school), short shorts and tank tops and no bra brought in the tips. She wasn't so endowed as she was just raw sexual in everything she did. That expression about herding cats, that's how it was for me. I cared deeply for her, and she got arrested one night with stuff in her purse and accused of distributing, she had sold some of her stuff to an undercover cop, passing herself off as a college student.

    I was desperate to get her out of jail, and she needed a lawyer, a real good one. In my desperation I went to the owner of the firm and asked him if he could help me. It was all about a 'friend' and if he could give me a loan to make bail for her. This friend, he wanted to know, was she special or something. For the first time I told an adult, that she and I had a thing. So you have sex with her? Yes. And then, why? I didn't know how to answer him, he is a lawyer by profession and he asked me a thousand penetrating question. His conclusion was that I was throwing my life away over a girl who was incorrigible. He would see to it that she got bail, and get her an attorney, but I had to 'lay off' and clean up my act. His clients were very sensitive to any kind of scandal. My job depended on it.

    He took me around after lunch to our apartment, or shit hole as he called it, collected some of my 'things' and papers and put me in his apartment that he kept at the Four Seasons. He put me in the great big bed, with the expensive sheets and pillows, took my virginity to make me part of his harem. You, my dear, he told me, are now a kept girl.

    The maid wanted to know what my favorite brands were for foods, drink and women's hygiene products. The refrigerator was stocked, the bathrooms, including an upgrade in tampons and pads, the bed was made everyday, the maid was specifically assigned to me. Yes, ma'am, I'm here to make you as comfortable as I can. Wash my hair, she did it. Sit with me while I soaked in the tub, she did. Do my nails, she did. Fix my hair, dress me, sit with me to watch television, prepared me for when Mr. Sloan was coming to spend the night. She slept in the 'guest' room. She was there at my 'beck and call', if I was cold at night she would sleep with me.

    Of course she was a spy, a plant, to keep me out of trouble and from seeing my girlfriend who was dealing with her legal problems. She had the code to my phone, the PW to my computer. She had my size and bought me shoes and slacks and tops and 'pretty' things for when Mr. Sloan spent the night. I won't say she kissed me, she rubbed my nose with hers, she put her cheek against mine, she gently massaged my 'breasts' before helping me into a bra. When I was cold, I was cold any night Mr. Sloan wasn't with me, she slept up close to me, and If I wanted to talk to her she pulled up real close, don't get mad ma'am, I think I'm in love with you.

    That's how Mr. Sloan got rid of my girlfriend and set me up with 'this' girl. Not just any girl, a very very special girl, very discreet, cultured to a fault, affectionate and loving, whose only purpose in life was to make me happy and look after me. To make sure that it was never cold in my bed and to steal my heart.

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    # 69764 - by Harley / January 25, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 68

    A Lifetime Ago Decisions Had To Be Made

    In 1978 I was married so I could leave my country and become a resident in the US. I was 23, and I had been exposed as a lesbian. Unable to work, to be a member of society, a man was hired to marry me and transport me out of the country.

    In five years I had a profession, a respectable professional job, hidden behind my 'husband's' name and persona. I needed more, I couldn't continue living with out a future. The man who I was married to looked after me. My life with him was clinical, a bodyguard and protector.

    I asked him if he would let me find a person to be close to. I knew this girl I had feelings for. He said no, too dangerous. I hadn't spoken to my family since I left. I lived a lonely life. I begged him to formalize the marriage, let me feel the human closeness I needed. In a lapse of professional responsibility he had sex with me. It was masturbation with another human being.

    Once, then twice, then a dozen times. I was married to him, sex with him couldn't be a sin. I started to play my part. He let me have children. Let me 'be' married. Twenty years, then thirty, we lived a middle class life. He was always distant, a job. He didn't leave, the original agreement was to divorce after my papers were secure. In the passage of time I met and developed a platonic relationship with another married woman.

    Now, 45 years later I retired, I can travel, my friend divorced and she is family. We can travel together. He, is the same, distant, a professional husband.

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    # 69745 - by Carlota / January 23, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 28

    When Life Confronts You, A New Life, A Dear Friend Passing

    I was a nursing student. I had my rotation in obstetrics and saw my first pelvic exam, unbelievable how the doctor used the speculum to see inside her. She was checking her cervix, 'sit here' she said. 'Take a look.' 'That is a healthy cervix'. 'She'll be ready on time'.

    I had never seen a woman's organs like that, so 'raw nature'. She seemed to have such a big pussy, Thick, deep dark colors inside, her vagina a hole you could identify immediately. To think that when I have oral sex it's there. I told my friend, and she was intrigued. I told her, believe me your pussy is meant for something, and getting a good lickin' is not the main purpose.

    The patient delivered three weeks later and I had the pleasure of receiving the baby and the after birth. Any mystery of a pussy right out the window. The doctor, a woman in her forties, talked about the vulva and the vagina like you talk about the gas pedal and the break. No emotional attachment. One day I would be that disinterested.

    I was floored, fall off your chair floored, when she told me she was a lesbian. Because she said, I was a lesbian, so why go around pretending. 'Tell me about your friend'. 'She needs to come in, her symptoms worry me'. Eight months later she was examining my friend and she told me that she needed a biopsy and monitoring. 'Baby' she called me like that. 'When you have sex, what do you do? I would like to check you too'.

    It is so hard to talk to your lover doctor about your cervix, vagina, uterus, fallopian tubes, ovaries. It's not a picture in a book, it's all inside of you. 'Baby' she said, 'I want to follow up with your every six months'. 'Your PAP smear came back questionable'. Cervicale cancer at 26 years of age? Seems that all that playing around when you are a teenager, especially multiple partners are a problem. 'Baby, look at me Baby, no more sex for a while'. She is a good doctor and after a year she said I was probably ok, but I had to be diligent about testing myself and no more sex and stay out of bed with other girls, unless she had checked them first. So no girlfriends.

    My friend had a hysterectomy. The biopsies on her uterus and her ovaries, positive. So young and she was sterilized. I know, lesbians shouldn't care, but you do care. Deciding to not get pregnant is different of never being able to get pregnant.

    'Baby, come here, Baby'. 'I don't want to scare you, but you know as well as I do that I will have to take care of you.' 'I think you should move in with me, where I can keep an eye on you'. 'Baby, are you listening to me?'

    'Your friend is probably going to be all right, but she will need to be closely monitored all her life. Maybe, just maybe she was just unlucky. But her age is a problem. Do you think you can talk sense into her. She needs the Chemo. And she has to keep up with her checkups. This cancer is ovarian cancer, and it's metastasized.'

    'Baby, I'm talking to you.' 'I love you Baby, let me take care of you'.

    'Baby, come to me Baby' 'The PAP smears have not shown anything, it was probably nothing. False positive'. 'Baby, I'm sorry about your friend'. 'Baby, if you want to cry I'm here to hold you'. 'Baby, I love you'.

    Medicine is about people, real people, people you care about. Luck is either bad or good, but unlucky is a bad thing. Five years is a long time, unless it's you. My friend didn't have five years, the cancer had spread to her breast and to her lungs. The Chemo worked for a while.

    I think about her a lot. You have sex with the same organs. You get pregnant with same organs. I got pregnant for her, had a baby for her. I named my baby after her. She held her, she brought so much joy to her. This way I will never forget her and she will never be forgotten.

    'Baby, it's time, let's go' 'Is Katy ready?'

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    # 69705 - by Eve / January 21, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    The Lion Roars For Me

    I teach third grade, I'm a Jewish mother with a nine year old daughter. I am gay.

    After I finished college, I had a degree in lesbian activism from WSU and was living with my girlfriend. We moved to a more active center for activism and ended up living in the poor section of Oakland. Pissed smelling, shithole. But that's all we could afford with our part time minimum wage jobs. She was a grade 8 lesbian, I was a grade 2. One day she tells me she found another girl and I had to move out. I was 24 and broke and I went home to get my life straight.

    A man in my home town gave me a job and got me pregnant. I learned the hard way that a man can get you in a lot of trouble real quick and you never even saw it coming. He insisted on getting married, for the sake of the child. I guess I'm still married because divorce is out of the question, his daughter will not grow up in a broken home. So he denies me being a single mother. A lesbian can't really marry a man. I may be legally married but I'm still a lesbian inside.

    My 'husband' insisted that I go back to school and that's how I became a teacher. Not that gays are a problem teaching, but it helps that I'm legally married and a bona fide Mrs. Just in case. My daughter, btw, knows I'm a lesbian.

    My husband provides the lion's share of the income. Notice the analogy, lion's share, that means the male gets it all and you get the crumbs he leaves you. He gets it all. I mean all. He gets the house and the wife to keep it. He gets the child and the mother to raise her. He gets the sex. As a lesbian that has been the long learning curve, no sex, no money, no house, no car, no vacays, no MRS. I can't adequately support my daughter. The lion gets it all and the lioness puts up with it.

    I don't resent being born female, or being a mother for that matter. I love my daughter, she is my life. But why does it all come with a husband? And sex. He can't get enough, his words. I'm married, so he gets the sex. If I hear him say one more time 'I like fucking my wife so put up with it' I'll scream.

    The sum of it all is that I don't like to see him do housework. It bothers me. I do the cooking and I do the cleaning, with the help of my daughter. Yes, I acknowledge that he is a spoiled male because the female spoils him. He's the lion. And when it's time for bed I get ready for bed and get in bed with him. I don't like sleeping alone, without him. It must be some basal inner thing, because after nine years and a child I still don't understand it. He likes to fuck me, I know that. It comes with the territory. The lion gets the lioness. The females play with each other, hang around with each other, but when the lion roars you become a pussy cat.

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    # 69699 - by SaRaH / January 21, 2024
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 75+

    Memories Of That Sacred Time Between Lights Out And Sleep

    great wealth and an overwhelming sense of religious duty combine in such a way to leave one's child completely bereft of any motherly affection. my early childhood was spent fervently attaching myself to any tutor, maid, cleaner my mouther saw fit to hire before having them torn away from me a week to a month later when she deemed our relationship to be inappropriate. this pattern continued until my 12th year when i was sent off to an all girl convent boarding school. (i won't mention the name as the school still exists and is a far cry from what it used to be)

    the school in question was as controlling as my mother, but with a formal dress code to boot consisting of rather loathsome gymslip with the belt loops on the hips, giving one the appearance of a sack of potatoes, a passable blouses, and not one but two pairs of knickers worn one on top of the another. (if you are wondering why we would afflict such an unnecessary garment on ourselves, its because the nuns would have us raise our skirts and show them that we where "properly attired"). i am eternally grateful that my own daughter and granddaughters where never expected to do something so undignified.

    but complaning is not what we came for, and yes we all did in that sacred time between lights out and sleep, 6 girls would come alive in the pursuit orgasmic bliss. i can't imagine we were as brazen with our pleasure seeking in the beginning, as we were at the end of the 3 years spent together in the shared dorm. to say we where open, doesn't do justice to how unabashed we were, all of us relying solely on the veil of darkness alone to hide our sins, and all aware of how thin a veil it really was. i have a vivid memory of lying on top of my bed with my nightie pulled up above my shoulders, fingering myself to the sight of the girl next to me riding her pillow. i have no idea if the other dormitories where as "enthusiastic". there was a code of silence around the topic, not even jokes.

    as for more substantial experience the school has a team of 3 gardeners. All middle aged men, with bodys hardend from long days spent in the elements. compared to the nuns they were by far the better teachers, possessing a tremendous knowledge of the flora and fauna surrounding the school, and never shied away from sharing it with any girl curious enough to ask. i also know they weren't afraid to share a more Carnal kind of knowledge with any willing girl. though i never found out first hand.
    as for the sisters and house mothers teaching girls one on one, out side of lessons i can say as far as i am aware no such occurrence ever happened, but tryst between girls where possible if you could slip away together to the showers or some other equally secluded spot without looking too suspicious. my first time indulging in the "sin of another" happens after i returned late to the dorm, for reasons that completely escaped me (it's been more than 50 years) and as such took my shower after everyone had already finished their ablutions and vacated the room. so you can imagine my surprise when i was joined by a girl from my dorm. we chatted for a bit through the curtain, about what i can't remember, but it must have been significant as i invited her to join me. we where awkward and hesitant, our kisses unpracticed but our fingers roamed freely, finding all the places that filled us with light. at the time i dident even know lesbians existed, let alone how beautiful two girls entwining could be

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    # 69691 - by Anna / January 20, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    One Day I Met Two Lesbians Who Wet Nursed Each Other's Baby

    I went with my family to Hawaii when I was fourteen. We spent time in Honolulu because my father wanted to go the Arizona and pay his respects. He was never in the Navy or anything like that, he just had this need so he took the whole family with him. While we were waiting for the boat to take us we sat next to a man who was an old Navy Veteran from Viet Nam. His woman was a Navajo from New Mexico, a lot younger but still looked old like him. She talked to me and told me that one day she found him sitting lonely at a breakfast bar and she was his woman after that. A woman is like a wife except a whole lot better. I did not understand.

    We took a flight to Maui, so sorry about what happened there. When we went it was so beautiful. Again sorry for what happened there. We were in the town of Lahaina walking around, in the shops, wasting time. There were these two women, in their twenties with a little baby, when one got tired of having a baby on her tit, she gave it to the other woman who put the baby on her tit. I stared at them for a long time and when they were outside I walked up to them and asked them if they were sisters, and they said no they were lesbians, did I know what that was? They had another baby but she was at home because she had a fever. But don't worry she told me, she had milked herself so the sitter had plenty of milk for her.

    I went back from Hawaii a very different girl. I questioned my Mom over and over about the Navajo lady and what she meant about being his woman and that was better than being his wife. My mother had a hard time explaining, to her it was the same thing. Of course I got the repeated lesson about one day I was going to be a wife and I could be a woman then, but not before, "do you understand?".

    The lesbians intrigued me and it was long after I was home that I asked myself, where did the babies come from? Obviously there had been a man, and a man who, you know, had sex with them to get them pregnant. Where was he? Who was he? Were they his women as well?

    At that time my boobs had really come in. I had big tits in junior high and the boys and girls noticed. Particularly the girls in gym. Don't they bother you? I was asked. No, I don't think so. I liked my tits. At that time most of the girls hadn't reached their prime. I became a tit girl, I compared all the girls in class, especially when we had our gym showers, and thought about which ones would have babies on their tits. I was ready, believe me, I was ready for a baby on my tit. I was fourteen but I was ready. My mother told me to shush about that, everything has it's time. But what about the lesbians? Why did the trade tits for the baby? I got an explanation that that was called wet nursing. I dreamt of that, wet nursing with another girl. I got wet, and i rubbed myself a lot. I knew all about masturbating and I liked rubbing my clit.

    By the time I got to college a lot of the girls had big tits. Some were huge. I lived in an all girls dorm and the bathroom and showers were communal and since there were no boys around, there was a lot of open showers and washing up their tits and the crack between their legs. I watched. Of course other girls watched too. And we exchanged chances to wash our tits together, and once or twice for a girl to get her hand up my crotch. I got my hand up a crotch once or twice. Movie night in the commons was a time when you cuddled up with your friend under a blanket and played footsie and held hands. I won't say that there weren't a lot of kisses, but there were. No boys, well then you kiss a girl. You have to practice and it felt so good.

    I told my friend about the lesbians in Maui and she told me that sounded like fun. Let's do it! we'll time our getting pregnant and we can wet nurse for each other. Sounds good? She wasn't as big as I am, but she had nice tits and when we kissed our nipples got real hard.

    I won't bore you, yes we did time our babies, and yes we wet nursed for each other. Needless to say we lived together in what some people liked to call, a romantic way. The bed is a lot warmer with her than without her, and our babies anyway needed to be held at night. We had to find a father, but that wasn't hard at all. We found one at this clinic, the father is called a 'donor', his sperm was enough for both babies. But we live in Colorado, where it can get cold. One day we will go to Hawaii, so sad about Lahaina. Maybe those lesbians are still there.

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    # 69683 - by Randy / January 20, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 51

    Like Mother Like Daughter, It Runs In The Family

    I am the oldest child, female born six months after my parents were married. In those days such a thing was scandalous and either my father or my mother or both were blamed by various parties. One thing was sure, no one ever thought they would see my mother pregnant.

    My father had finished his residency and was going to Rochester for a fellowship, so my mother stayed back (at 29 she still lived with her parents). My father met me when I was six months old, in those days there wasn't the advantages we have today and he could not afford to travel for something so insignificant.

    My mother went on to have three other children. She was distant and she had no interest in being nurturing. We grew up with maids and my mostly absent grandmother. She participated in social work, her thing was abortion and pregnancy prevention. Funny, she should have known, but I guess my father got through her defenses.

    I was in the third and fourth grade when I started to hear rumors. Other mothers told their children to be careful how they made friends with me, because my mother was a lesbian. The rumor was that she and the lady that ran the pregnancy prevention program were lovers. My father was embedded in his profession, and rumors had it that he kept his receptionist as a lover. For a ten and eleven year old these rumors were hurtful. But they were true, and I was in my early twenties before I accepted it. For some reason it never crossed my mother's mind that we would be sexually active outside of marriage. Her first hand lesson didn't seem to influence her.

    My sister was active from the ninth grade on and our aunt, my mother's younger sister got her on birth control (which was only available by prescription, my aunt passed herself off as my sister's mother). She didn't worry about me, 'you like girls just like your mother'. I did like girls but I hated having my nose rubbed into it. In college I went active with a girl I met in intermediate. It was a zero to sixty, from the first kiss to fully naked under the covers all happened in a matter of minutes. I grabbed at her boobs and felt up her pussy, I kissed her over and over, I climbed on her and then went down on her. I declared her my girlfriend.

    As a second year in the accounting firm a guy who was eight years older stuck me in a corner and felt me up, pushed me down by his hand on my head and he stuck his dick in my mouth. Spitting and yelling, plastered against the wall with his hand between my legs I had to submit physically. His erection was live and with tears in my eyes my skirt shoved up and my panties shoved down I lost my virginity. Later that night, he had taken me to his apartment and had me between him and wall, I turned my back to him and I was anal fucked . It was electric, I submitted to being s***mized often, dressed or undressed, his apartment or mine. If I had to get him hard with my hand and mouth first, I did what I had to so he could hold me down and fuck me.

    I fought him, I called him names, I refused to do what he told me. I had not been with my girlfriend since he had pinned me. The weeks went by, then a couple of months, then I was sick at the stomach, vomiting, lightheaded, nauseous. My sister took me to the campus clinic, it took the nurse one minute to tell me I was probably pregnant. Had I had sex recently? My girlfriend cried when I told her.

    So like my mother I had a child four months after getting married. Like my mother I had two more. Like my mother I was involved in women's organizations, I had a nanny and my girlfriend care for the children. Like my mother my husband's passing fancies with girls in his office rolled of my back, as long as they were pretty. I always liked very pretty girls, and nothing was good enough for my husband, except for the prettiest girls. My kids are grown up now, they've heard all the rumors. My girlfriend is beside me and that's all that matters.

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    # 69670 - by Ana / January 19, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 27

    'For Better Or For Worse', We Got Married By The Pool At My Mother's

    In spite of growing up in Church and with a strong family, I got fucked in high school and got pregnant. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened. My mother couldn't hold her head up in Church talking to other girls about saving themselves for marriage.

    But, when you are sixteen and pregnant you find out that you are in good company. I found out that some women I had known as mothers of my friends had been knocked up in high school, and I found out than some women had had abortions in high school and college. It wasn't the end of the world, if anything it was pretty much normal, not that sixteen year olds getting pregnant was normal, but sixteen year olds giving up their cherries was.

    Through a lot of counseling and discussions I would keep my baby. I never once contemplated not keeping my baby. Thankfully my parents were well off enough to add a baby to the house and pay for me to attend the private Christian Academy where I ran into other girls with babies.

    It was there in there in the eleventh grade that I met Amy. She made sense in her way, that the way to have safe sex and not get pregnant was to just have sex with another girl. Eat pussy, don't fuck the team captain. We ate pussy, that was the thing to do, to open your legs and let another girl eat you. Little did I know that there were so many types of tits and pussies. But Amy was my girl partner and we pretty much kept it between us. I loved her pussy, it was so perfect, everything in its place and when we got together her pussy opened like a flower. Of course Amy liked my pussy back, if not it wouldn't have worked for the two of us.

    My mother was the primary caretaker of my son, although I did breast feed for six months. I was irresponsible, a case in point as to why sixteen year old girls shouldn't go around having babies. I was his mother, he knew that, but grandma took care of him. But through prayer I didn't come up pregnant again, something that happened with girls who got pregnant early. And my mother was so relieved that I had found such a good friend at school, little did she know I was kissing with Amy and we were eating pussy.

    I wanted to go away to college like all the other kids. I wanted to study nursing like my mother and nursing school was an away college. My mother pretty much told me that if Amy didn't go with me, then I would have to go to college in town and study accounting. I couldn't be trusted to be alone at a college with boys from who knows where and everyone knows that a girl who had gotten pregnant at sixteen was easy. Amy agreed to study nursing with me, and her mother was relieved that she had chosen a good profession for a woman.

    From the day we set up our apartment Amy was the boss of the household. I loved Amy so much that being her wife came to me natural. I was always into arts and crafts and I loved the kitchen and I was the one at home who helped my mother. Now I could show Amy what a good housekeeper I was for her. I opened my legs and Amy ate my pussy. It was settled then, Amy was the 'husband' and I was the 'wife' while we were at college.

    Amy's demeanor changed in college, we were no longer at the Christian school for wayward girls. She wore her hair short and wore jeans and bought shirts in the boys section. I laughed at her one day when we went out and she stuffed a couple of socks down her pants. I knew that there was only pussy there and I pulled her pants down and ate her. That was the end of that manifestation.

    Whether you're born that way or made that way, who knows really. Amy saw me and from that day she wanted me to be her wife and girlfriend, and from the day I met Amy I accepted her as my wife and girlfriend. I had sucked dick, and I had been fucked, and I knew the difference between a dick and a pussy. Amy had only ever wanted pussy and she despised the idea of a dick getting close to her. We were very different, bone deep different, but totally compatible.

    Amy and I got married last year, my son is eleven now and my mother prayed for us. Amy and I both wore matching Vera Wang gowns. Amy has a pussy and tits , there is no dick anywhere on her. Amy is a fucking girl, damn it. And I love her pussy. She's my wife now, and I'm her wife back. She's 'soft butch' and I'm pretty 'femme' and our son calls us Mom or Mommy. I am a floor nurse in the pediatrics and Amy went on and got her masters to be a Nurse Practitioner.

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    # 69665 - by Karen / January 19, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 28

    As My Boss' Favorite She Taught Me And Coached Me With My Girlfriend

    I worked for the Director of Tax at a large corporation. I was a recent graduate and wanted to be a tax lawyer. I worked long hours and she stayed as long as I was there. We had one case where we were defending the corporation and the hours were so late that she offered to take me home with her.

    I found out why she wasn't married and it had nothing with wanting to be a career woman. She got along well with the men at the company, but that night she showed me what she wanted. It was my first time in that situation and I found out that I liked it, the sexual part. I wasn't sure about a woman who was fifteen years older than me. Plus I had never seen a forty year old woman naked like that, sexually dominant and in your face about it.

    It never repeated itself but I was always her favorite. She had a steady partner of sorts, a woman who worked for a nonprofit. I was invited to many parties and get togethers and she was always introducing me around to the ladies. I met this woman like that, and we hit it off and we spent the night together. I had to take the initiative with her but she was very receptive. It took a while before she was active with me, mostly because I asked her to get more involved when we had sex together.

    It the age difference wasn't there I would have probably ended up being with my boss instead of my current girlfriend. I'll go on to say that in more than one occasion the four of us went to the beach and spent the long weekend. Lots of tits and ass, and it was fun watching them get it on in front of the television. They taught as a lot, we listened and imitated. They coached us, and helped us. It was 'erotic' all being naked. We had oysters on the half shell for breakfast, being served up by our girlfriends. We played dominos and Canasta. Always naked. We never went down to the beach except for walks after breakfast.

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    # 69645 - by Melissa / January 17, 2024
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