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Lesbian Female / 57

Not Much To Say, My Life That's All

I got married in college to an older student who graduated so I could go with him when he started work. I was both a student and a housewife, and I had two children. After five years I knew it was the mistake of a lifetime. I knew by then that I was a lesbian.

Divorce came with a price, giving up my children. Not difficult, a lesbian wasn't considered a good mother. I moved to the Bay Area and tried to start a life. I worked several go nowhere jobs when a position came open with the social services department, working with lesbians in trouble with the law. It was a trial, and I was hired because of my Social Services degree. And I was a lesbian. Most, if not all girls that I worked with had addiction and dependency problems.

The program obtained extensions in funding. I fell in love a hundred times, young lost girls, most uneducated, prostitutes, in trouble with the law. I met a woman, a nurse who worked at a neighborhood clinic. We became friends, lovers. Moved in together. I worked the police end, she saw many of these girls at the clinic.

Twenty five years later, the number of girls in trouble never abated. I took retirement and we got married. On our honeymoon we met a couple by chance. The husband was a lawyer, he heard my story, he found my children. We have a distant relationship, but we are talking.

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# 68538 - by Margaret / November 8, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    My Heart Broken, She Walked Away, Never Gave Me The Chance I Wanted

    I like fit girls, specifically Latina fit girls. So when Claudia interviewed for a job I had to hire her. Not so sure her direct supervisor thought her a good hire. I worked with her, hired a trainer to get her up to level with the other girls in her job. I got her a six month free membership at my club, she checked all the boxes the club wanted when she worked out.

    I hovered over her, helped, made her life better. But she did not bite, not even a nibble. She needed lots of supervision, absent minded is what her supervisor said. I asked her if she wanted to go with me to a Saturday afternoon Greek festival. I was surprised as to how much skin she showed off. We walked, I took her hand, she took her hand back. I got jealous, guys staring, women giving her the eye. She didn't like the place we had an early dinner, too 'girly'.

    No kiss, not even a hug. "Look, listen", she said "I don't do girls".

    Here all along I thought she had a problem because we worked together, then out of left field she tells me she doesn't do girls? I pride myself in reading women, she's all lesbian, I guarantee it.

    But lesbian or not, she kept her elbow locked, wouldn't let me in. Not even close. Not 'into women'.

    I gave her one last chance, invited her to go sailing with two lesbian friends who agreed to help me get her, interested. We took the sailboat out on the bay, took anchor along other Sunday sailors. My friends got close to naked, and put on a show. I sat and told her that she was my 'dream girl' and I wanted more than a casual relationship. She repeated her story, just not into women.

    My friends told me to give it up. They tried. We had a light dinner at the Marina, I told her I didn't want to go home heart broken. She gave me her 'I'm sorry' look. On the drive home she said 'one kiss', that was her limit. It was a little Itty bitty kiss. Like two distant cousins. That's all I got. She changed jobs shortly thereafter.

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    # 68509 - by Pam / November 7, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 22

    My Secret Girlfriend

    As young girls, pre and after puberty we went topless in our house. No father, no brother, so we let our puppies out. But at fourteen my mother got aa boyfriend, Andree had to cover up.

    I go to college, safe in my dorm room, I enjoyed going topless. My roommate, a private girl, refused to show me her boobs, much less showing me her female parts. I accused her of holding back, bring a secret boy, enjoying my tits, and I wanted to see. One night, after we were in bed I asked her to take off her top, I was going to get up and go get in bed with her.

    She grabbed her top preventing me from seeing her boobs. I did 'feel' her up, and she does have boobs. I put my hand down her front, and yes, she has girl parts. I stayed in her bed, spooned her all night. In the morning I told her I wanted to shower with her. She kept her hands over her boobs, her hand over her girl parts. But I managed to get my hand in and lather her up.

    I'm not a lesbian per se, more open minded. She's a closet lesbian, embarrassed and frightened. I take care of her, we live off campus now. We keep up appearances, but spoon all night long. She lets me kiss her in the dark, and suck a titty. Twice, she relented and I got to eat her into an orgasm, her first.

    I won't give her up, expose her, embarrass her. I'll take her with me when we graduate, best friends from college rooming together. I want to take the summer off, take her somewhere where no one knows us. Ireland comes to mind. Our secret honeymoon.

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    # 68507 - by Marie / November 7, 2023
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 63

    Old Man Johnson

    I got the news that Old Man Johnson had finally died. He was 98 and lived the last years in a VA nursing home. Old Man Johnson was our neighbor growing up. He was disabled on a VA disability, and sold 'magazines' by mail. Old Man Johnson taught me to respect his cock.

    It's hard to remember how I walked into his secret life. I mowed his lawn for free because he was a war veteran, some ladies from the church cooked and took food to his house on Sundays, and teamed up to clean his house. Don't get to carried away, the houses we lived in were small, two bedrooms with one bathroom. Maybe 900 to 1200 sq ft.

    The day I learned to suck his cock was raining so I had to stop mowing. I went in to tell him, and he told me to dry off with a towel in the bathroom. He stood against the door frame watching me dry my hair. He told me I could pee in the toilet 'go ahead, let's see what you got'.

    He said he wasn't impressed, that wasn't a cock, he whipped out and told me to come over and show him respect. I sucked his cock that rainy afternoon and sucked him all the way through high school. I also learned a lot about the mail order 'magazine' business. He made a lot of money for the day, selling underground smut to military types.

    I went 'off' to college, as it was called in those days. Worked my way through. I learned early on that old professors liked young college kids to shows them respect sucking their cocks. I can't say for sure it got me better grades, what is sure is I loved to suck those older men's cock.

    I opted out of attending Old Man Johnson's burial at the Veteran's cemetery. I hear that an honor guard is always present. I didn't want to answer the question as to how I knew Old Man Johnson.

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    # 68330 - by Buck / October 28, 2023
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 24

    Pleasing My Girlfriend

    I wouldn't believe if I wasn't that girl. I became sexually active with another girl in the tenth grade. In college I was in two girlfriend relationships, both ended badly over other girls. I degreed in physical therapy, but no one would hire me without a Masters degree. I got work with a gym, as a personal trainer. And got involved with an 'older' woman, an attorney who worked out at the gym. I needed more money and she got me an office job at her company, with benefits.

    At work she had this work relationship with a male associate. She told me he fucked her and she couldn't break it off. Shortly after I went to work there she let me meet him. Unimpressive to me, but he obviously had her where he wanted her. She, excuse me, licked his boots. I didn't get it, lawyers are so assertive, and she is a total pussy with him.

    I turned 24 and we celebrated my birthday. We went to a favorite Mexican restaurant. It was loud and busy, his excellency started to hit on me. Cornered in a booth he told me he had made up his mind, I was going home with him. I talked to my girlfriend and she told me he wanted me, since the day he met me. And then she said 'don't deny him, he wants you'.

    His desires for me grew stronger and stronger and he had sex with me, not once, twice. One a good fuck and one for good measure. My girlfriend is more and more excited that he likes me that way. All quiet and submissive.

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    # 68323 - by Veronica / October 27, 2023
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 19

    Found Lesbian Love In GB

    It was a gangbang, a party with people of all ages, it was a year ago, and a girl I knew in a limited way was lying out on the air mattress and guys were lining up. Guys were at her mouth with their cocks, shooting on her face, on her tits, her belly, guys were fucking her and cumming inside her. Others fucked her ass and came in her. She was a holy mess, I'm guessing at least 20 guys took a turn and in some cases several turns. I was mesmerized watching her, her face contorting, sucking on cock after cock, playing with her own nipples. Then when she was lying on her back, a cock in her ass, one in her mouth another in one of her hands. I walked over and started pinching and playing with her nipples for her. She responded, the guy fucking her told me to keep it up as she was bucking at him even faster than before. Others were saying "She loves it girl, keep it up".

    The next man between her legs was a guy probably late 30s. He and I had been talking a lot before. I honestly thought he wouldn't lower himself to be part of this. I was looking into his eyes as he pushed in and out of her. The guy in her mouth pulled out and came on her chest. The older man pushed me and I spread my legs on top of her face. The girl ate me as the man kissed me. I was still playing with her boobs and he was doing the same to mine. He and I both came at the same time.

    I was so embarrassed that first; I'd had girl2girl relations, second that so many people watched me, third; I came. I came in front of everyone from another girl licking my pussy while she was being gangbanged. I wanted to leave, but the older man kept talking to me so I didn't. He acted like it was nothing. Then I saw another girl, one I really knew well mount the girls mouth. At the end, I was still naked, the gangbanged girl was up and walking very slowly. She headed for the bath and I went in with her out of pity to help her clean up. I got in the shower with her to make sure she didn't fall. I ended up washing her as she couldn't move very well. I asked her why she did it, and she said she'd been dumped that morning, AFTER her BF fucked her. So, she didn't give a shit about anything. As I was washing her, trying to clean her out between her legs, she held on to me and she had an orgasm. I'd not given another girl an orgasm with my hands. I told her I never had anything to do with another girl sexually until that day. She said and I think honestly, she'd never either but liked it. She said she liked my body better than all the cocks and better than the other girl.

    I drove her home, stayed with her for a day, cooked and fed her. The next morning her outer lips were bruised, she had bite marks and bruises on her chest and on her ass. She was good enough now to leave alone but she asked me to stay for another day. I left the next day, she was moving a lot better, and we'd talked a lot about how bad she felt for letting herself be turned out like that.

    A week later she and I were making love two times or three times a day. I prefer being with her, the loving touches, caresses, the rhythmic movements and being with another womans body in general. It's so much better than big hands mauling at your breasts, kissing hard and then plunging into your most sensitive place.

    I found I am definitely bi, if not lesbian. I found out at a gangbang.

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    # 68298 - by Nil / October 26, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 40

    A Lesbian In A Macho World

    My birth country is in the macho macho world. Raised to be soft and compliant. My mothers first cousin never married, an example to us if being loud and opinionated. When I was in early high school I spent a summer working in her antique store. She told me that one day my real self was going to come out, I wasn't like my sisters.

    I was encouraged by my social studies teacher, another never married woman, to study abroad, I was accepted at Vassar and enrolled in 2001 as a freshman. My roommate got in bed with me and told me we were going to sleep together. Her hands roamed all over me, her kisses smothered me, my nipples sucked, she 'kissed' my pussy. Sleeping with her was so delicious, kissing her, her breasts hovering over my face, her warm wet pussy. I learned quickly what my mother's cousin had told me was true. I wasn't like my sisters.

    In the spring of my last semester my mother's youngest sister and husband were in NYC on holiday. Without notice they drove up to see me. Caught me with my lesbian 'partner' in a small apartment with one bed, a photo of us kissing on the side table in the living room, surrounded by gay pride literature on the kitchen table. I was called home over spring break, for my grandmother's birthday.

    At my house waiting for me were my parents, two sisters, my uncle Joaquin and his son Leonidas, both lawyers, our Priest who is my father's cousin, my grandparents. On the dining table were legal papers, I was walked to a chair and sat down. My uncle read every word of the marriage contract, my cousin Leo signed it, with a pen in his hand he told me to sign here, here and here. My grandparents, my parents, my sisters signed as witnesses. The papers were witnessed by a Notary. My Priest stood by the statue of the Virgin Mary, two cushions for us to kneel. He prayed the prayer for girls in marriage, he called my name out loud, answer girl he said, do you freely take this man for your husband. I could barely speak, I was given some water, I turned to Leo, he said answer woman. The blessing was given, I stood up a married woman. We then had dinner.

    That night I faced Leo, he told me tonight you will be wife, woman, and female (esposa, mujer y hembra) of the house. I woke up in a room, alone, no longer a girl, no matter the times I had spent with my partner, this was different. I did not return to graduate, I was pregnant, lived with my parents until the house my husband ordered was finished. I moved in as the lady of the house, pregnant with my second child. I had five children quickly, before I was 27.

    We hired an au pair from Strasbourg who came to live with us. She had her room close to the children. Marianne was pure chemistry. One night my husband asked me to bring her to his study. He told her she was part of the house, as a woman to me. He did not want to hear arguments about it or he would have to impose order. Woman to woman, not to hide from him, but guard our discretions, not everyone agrees. And in French he told her again, she was a wife, woman, female member of the house. And she moved into my sitting room beside my bedroom. My wife, my life partner.

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    # 68297 - by Mercedes / October 26, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 50

    Just A Middle Class Girl Making Her Way Into Money

    I am one of millions of middle class girls, although middle class depends on the neighborhood you grow up in. I went to college and got a degree in International Studies (my dream job was working at the UN). I got a job instead working for a large local general contractor. My boss, Suzanne, was a forty two year old WOMAN. I'm a girl. But when this woman made love to me, I was all girl. Suzanne is one of those women who grew up middle class in a very different neighborhood. Where there was money.

    She told me one early morning after spending the night with her that she had been poor and she had been rich, and rich was better. She turned my face to her, 'did you hear me?'

    Suzanne knew all the rich people in town. She had connections. I don't know for sure, but maybe more than one of the rich people had their way with her. 'Honey, a good dick once in a while is what the doctor ordered'. She didn't have a hang up on being lesbian, although she is lesbian, she just liked having me in bed with her naked. 'That's all', she told me, 'I just like you here with me naked'. 'No girl is a lesbian, don't kid yourself. A dick always comes in handy'.

    By then I had grown up and was twenty four and my cute little pussy had never had a dick cross it's threshold. Suzanne told me that it just so happened that this young man was coming back to town and he was money, old money, and he needed a cute little pussy to wash and cook for him. 'Don't get scared, think of the money'.

    He had been to Columbia in New York and was a lawyer going to work for his family's law practice. He was 'well bred' but he was more of mama's boy than a man. 'Look' Suzanne told me 'he just needs pussy',

    It was a brief courtship and a grand wedding. His mother was pleased that he was with a 'girl' and his father was pleased because he could see in me that I liked money. And Suzanne may have once or twice been nice to him, in that way where men play hide the weeny. Suzanne gave me one last big hearted kiss on the lips, squeezed my tit and slapped my ass and told me to go forth and fuck him.

    It was his first time. For pussy. It was my first time, but Suzanne had spent a lot of time setting me for it. There was no foreplay or two play or any kind of play. It was obligation sex, he did it, how was a mystery. He didn't like pussy. He liked something else, more in line with hung between his legs. 'Hung' is the key word. He was as queer as a three dollar bill, that was what Suzanne called him. But he had money, so think of the money. And she kissed me and grabbed me by my pussy.

    It's not much of a marriage when the husband is a cock sucker and the wife likes WOMEN. I never cared for college type girls. But to get to the money we had to play the game. And that included a child, named Norman, after his grandfather. My job, he told me, my father in law told me, is to raise Norman to like pussy. He didn't want a sissy grandson like his father.

    My father in law knew all about Suzanne and her 'girl'. I didn't know for a long time in that edge of society I was Suzanne's 'girl'. As long as there was no breakdown in the 'marriage' Suzanne got dividends from investments, and my father in law got to spend some time with Suzanne talking investments, and I lived in the middle class in that part of town.

    Norman is in his twenties and he has fucked his way into every sorority. That boy likes pussy. Long legged, blonde, blue eyed pussy to be exact. Pussy with money to be exact. His kind of middle class girl. He is engaged to get married. I pity the poor girl. She better know how to cook and clean, because Norman wasn't raised for that. Suzanne, yes Suzanne and I are still very close friends, Suzanne says this girl is one of those who was born and her pussy sown shut until her wedding night. So don't be surprised when she comes downstairs crying.

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    # 68230 - by Leslie / October 22, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Finding My Loved Ones, Making Family And Children

    I was born into a Mormon family, in a Mormon community. Lots and lots of kids. I went to nursing school and met Celine, only child of a physician and university professor. She grew up with nannies and private education. We were first year nursing school roommates. My dream was to return to my community, have eight children, and be a nurse to my extended family and community. What we had in common, was doctor fathers, and dreams of being nurses.

    At the end of our first year I begged her to take me on a pilgrimage to Salt Lake Temple. She was a bit uncomfortable, a thousand kilometer drive, crossing into the US, two young women. We set out in her not so new car, our first ever road trip. Our first night at at a roadside motel, we took a room which had one bed. Not a problem, a year rooming together, we dressed for bed and cuddled together. Cuddled, in a deep hug, conscious what we were doing.

    Walking around the Temple, with my Celine with me, so aware of what we had done, of violating every rule of my religion. But, the Band-Aid had been torn off, we struggled with our emotions. We drove back, and returned to our school, roommates in a full intimate relationship. How was I to reconcile my dream of being a nurse to my community and have eight children.

    Celine met my parents, she met my community, not a Mormon. I met her parents, not refined from a private education, one from the broad plains of Saskatchewan, one from Montreal, an unlikely union.

    We became nurses, went first to a secular hospital. We met a young doctor. He saw no problem with two young women, one a Mormon, one a sophisticate. Eight children? how about two? four? How about you? Celine was unsure of her answer.

    We live in a small rural community, first doctor first nurses. Our children add to the census. Some bite their lip, others shake their heads, but when they need medical attention, a new baby, a work injury, they talk to us sharing their deep appreciation, embracing us as members of the community. It warms my heart, we are the nurses to our community, our doctor husband available for more serious medical issues. Our children, not Mormons, not sophisticated, growing up in their town, their community.

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    # 68212 - by Marie / October 21, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 52

    Mexican Lesbians

    In my early twenties I was introduced to La Perla, a Mexican neighborhood dance hall and bar. One night a week it was ladies' night, where the marimachas took their novias, and single girls could meet a girl, to dance, hold, hands, kiss, and get a hand under a blouse. No men were allowed, not even a bartender, the bouncers outside had a good eye and kept out the crossdressers.

    I met Lucia one ladies' night, we danced and kissed, and went back to her apartment. She had a man who paid her bills, but ladies' night she was free to date and have fun overnight. At my work I was dealing with Jessica who was fucking her boss and had gotten pregnant. His wife sued him for divorce and he wanted to marry her. Lesbian Mexican girls were just as expected as straight girls to get married and have children. Marry him, I told her, and have more children.

    My mother and grandmother prayed to La Virgen, that I would meet a man who had 'los huevos' to bring me to my knees and marry me. Lucia put me next to that man, a friend of her lover. He had a thing for younger women, and he had a way to break my resistance. Unprepared for sex with a man I got pregnant. He and his wife went to speak with my mother, to make sure I stayed pregnant.

    Lucia, who turned 27, told her lover to get her pregnant. That Christmas three pregnant Mexican lesbians went to midnight mass to ask for the blessings for their unborn children.

    Thirty years later, and several more children, Lucia is my wife, and I am hers. My grandmother is not with us, my mother asking why I would do that. A man who is married, as old as my father, is not a husband, I tell her. She answers, but he is the father of my children. He is. But I'm a lesbian.

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    # 68173 - by Graciela / October 19, 2023
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