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Lesbian Female / 26

I Suppose For Not Being A Lesbian She's As Much A Lesbian As I Am

Following a lesbian breakup I took a friend's offer to sleep on the couch until I got on my feet. She had an on again off again boyfriend and he came over the night I moved in with her. He got fed up trying for me on the couch and took me to the bedroom. I didn't want to upset her and I fought him off but never said a word. But he out wrestled me and had me immobilized on the bed and had sex with me right beside her. He left me on the bed and he went to the couch for the rest of the night.

After he was gone she turned over and asked what that was all about, and hadn't she told me he was her boyfriend. I told her it wasn't my idea, but he overpowered me, and he was able to accomplish his mission with me.

After that incident, she broke up with him, and insisted I sleep with her because she had already seen me having sex with her ex boyfriend. We moved several months later to a newer place and we set up household sharing the bedroom. She reminds me she isn't a lesbian, but since I ran off her boyfriend I had to make up for him.

I got a job closed to where we live and she wants to take a few months off to get pregnant. How I'm supposed to do that she says I need to ask my brother. That way she still gets my DNA for the baby. And there is one more condition, if or when she is pregnant she wants to get married.

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# 81874 - by Breana / August 28, 2025
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    Not Withstanding, If Mr. Right Comes By I'm Still Looking

    I made all the wrong decisions when it came to dating, and I was college junior and never had a boyfriend. I lived in an off campus apartment with three other girls. It was a tight fit, one bathroom, one bedroom had two single beds and one bedroom had a double. Me and Alicia had the double and we slept in a spoon, or in a scrambled pretzel. Neither one of us had ever dated and we practiced kissing and snuggling.

    All privacy ha been set aside a long time ago, we dressed and undressed, showered together. I don't deny we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were what our roommates called 'love bunnies'. In spite of that, we were hopelessly looking to meet that guy who would come into our lives, sweep us off our feet and set us up in a house and a family.

    One night we went to eat pizza. The booths were tight and difficult to slide in and out of. It was a warm spring evening and I wore a skirt. The waitress stopped by and gave me a note "I can see your panties, purple stripes, unshaved bush". I looked around, and pulled my skirt down, but the idea of being observed somehow got my imagination.

    I started wearing that skirt around campus, I knew when I sat down or bent over, I flashed my panties. I started to shave my bikini line, and wore cotton white panties. If I caught someone looking, I let my legs open wider. This was my thing, my behavior, my roommates and my bedmate knew nothing about it.

    After college we moved to the big city, got jobs in industry. I rode the bus, and flashed the passengers, and not always wore panties. A girl came over and sat beside me, "nice bushy pussy, do you have somebody to kiss it?" I had to admit I already slept with a girl, but we weren't really into kissing pussy.

    Several months later I went with some coworkers to a new club that opened, when we sat down the seats were lower, and cushions a lot softer, and not on purpose I flashed this guy standing watching us. He came over with a twenty dollar bill and offered to buy my panties. I refused and he offered me a fifty, but he pulled my panties off. I took the fifty and he pulled my panties down, very slowly. Once off he smelled them and offered to kiss my pussy. That night I gave up my virginity to a pervert.

    In summary, given the opportunity I love flashing, I sleep snuggled with my girlfriend, we are both eating pussy and we don't mind being called 'love bunnies' or lesbians. We don't want perverts, and hold out for that diamond in the rough to whisk us off to matrimony jail.

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    # 81857 - by Suzie / August 28, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    When You Can't Leave Well Enough Alone, Straight Girls Gave Guard Dogs

    I met her at work. My boss told me to go easy on her. I tended to be demanding, the clock never stopped clicking. One evening after work I saw him talking to her in the parking lot, when they said goodbye he kissed her.

    I watched her, trying to figure out who she was. She was definitely sleeping with him. He ran interference for her. Kept me on a leash when it came to her. I became 'unbalanced' about her, why would she sleep with him.

    I went to her apartment one Sunday, dropped in on her. It was a nice apartment, big and airy, in a nice part of town. Way above her pay grade, until I remembered, he paid the bills for her. She was circumspect about him, how she met him, how she got involved with him.

    My feelings were no longer under control. I had to know. Why did she kiss him. Why did she let him in bed with her. I wasn't jealous, obsessed maybe, but not jealous. She invited me to lunch, she paid. She wasn't interested. Find another girl to get obsessed over. Or she was going to tell her boyfriend.

    I was given the opportunity to resign, with severance. Leave her alone, walk away, or?

    I followed her, not very well because he came up on me. Leave her alone, she belonged to him.

    But, you can't leave well enough alone. He took it out on me. If I wanted it that bad, all I needed to do was ask him. Because she was his. I didn't go looking for him, but that's who was at the end of the rainbow.

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    # 81739 - by Elaine / August 24, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 38

    Playing Ball With The Big Boys

    Ten years ago I was a junior tax partner with a multinational law firm. I was assigned to an acquisition of a very large venture by our client. That's why I was at the client's that night.

    The lead negotiator for our client walked in. He was much younger than I would have thought. He was in charge the moment he arrived. His questions were direct, the answers no bull shit. When he got to me I did what I usually do, educate the client on the facts from a tax point of view, before providing an assessment. I finished and he looked at the division vice president and said "get that c**t out of here".

    After the transaction was complete, with another tax lawyer, I was talking to my boss, a thirty five year old female partner. "They tell me you're the c**t that got fired". "Big account, big lesson". She continued. "He's an asshole, he is also one of the best in the industry. Lesser c**ts than you have been fired by him, most of them after he fucked them". "Welcome to the real world". "He went for your c**t, not your jugular".

    She and I became lovers after that engagement. I was given an opportunity with another, boutique tax firm. Every time we got together, she went for my c**t. A word that she never stopped using. Three years later, a company was being dissolved and I was asked for by name. I went to see the client, accompanied by the head of the firm. It was that man, the asshole.

    He fucked me a week later, had no memory of me. My lover gave my name to him, knowing full well what would happen. "Now you are grown up" is all she told me.

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    # 81738 - by Lara / August 24, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 40

    My Evolution To Accepting My Lesbian Nature

    As a junior in high school I had a boyfriend. We were church friends, he was a senior. We had both signed the pledge to wait until married, so we were second base only. One spring afternoon he was leaving school on his motorcycle and was hit by a dump truck. He was in a closed coffin funeral. It hit me hard, mostly that he was so young. The guys lament was that he never had pussy.

    In college I had to be careful, guys dated you for pussy. I wasn't ready, it mostly turned me off, and I never felt any need for it. Convinced that my 'trauma' was at the center of my problem, I was surrounded by promiscuous classmates. A female friend told me that she thought I was a lesbian, a dyke. Bossy, always needing to get my way, and always with a docile female friend.

    I laughed at her, called her names. After I finished college I got a job working for a large company. I bounced around from department to department, competent but bossy. In Logistics I was trained in contracts to deal with vendor agreements. The person who was my counterpart from the legal department was a junior attorney, Lisa from Providence. She was 'pretty', and 'fit', and lawyer aggressive.

    I went to Lisa's apartment on a Saturday, and she showed me a picture of her naked, in a gym. A promotional picture to attract body builder women. But she was totally naked, like not even earrings, naked, tits and all, and completely smooth, hairless, full lips and mound and so beautiful. Yes, I was beyond taken with the picture. She laughed at me and asked me if I had ever seen a naked girl?

    I confess, not like that. In a short time, I was looking down at her, naked with not a thing on, asking me to kiss her. On the lips, her pussy lips. It was only after she got me to undress for her, that I kissed those lips for her. This wasn't going to end well. I had sex with her, she was surprised that she was my first, and laughed at me, she was sure she wasn't going to be my last.

    She introduced me to this male lawyer, he was the one that gave her relief when she needed a man on her, and she set him loose on me. She was convinced that when the need was there, you never resorted to fake dicks when all natural was available. The affair went on and on and on. From time to time Louis came around and took care of our pent up need for a male to service us.

    I turned 37, ten years with her, when I let a man service me and get me pregnant. The man wasn't a stranger, a man I worked with who did it for free. Lisa stood by, not believing I was doing this. I had a boy and named him after my high school boyfriend.

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    # 81696 - by Tina / August 23, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 31

    One Day You Just Know That You Are Not Meant For Men,

    I went through puberty and started to sprout tits quickly. By the time I was 14 I had real woman tits, and a very heavy hairy bush too. I had hips, what they called baby making hips. I was also responsible and I did a lot of baby sitting. Many times guys thought I was older.

    I got to be older, and was working at job and a guy there offered me twenty bucks to show him my chest. Open my shirt and flash him my tits. What was I thinking? I took the twenty and flashed my tits to him, just for a second. But he got nipples and all and he let some of the other guys know about it.

    I got pestered by guys to flash my tits, or flash my pussy. Like I said, I have a very natural heavy pubic expression. Most guys hadn't seen someone that bushy. One guy offered me a hundred to shave it all off, he wanted to see 'real' pussy. I flashed him and got the hundred. For fifty I let them take pictures, both of my tits and my now shaved pussy. It was always a frame shot without any expression, no face shots and no open legs or anything.

    I went out with this one guy and he convinced me to let him get a picture of me, from behind with my pants down, my puckered asshole and my pussy lips. He circulated it among the guys and one of them asked me if I had really done that. By then I was an institution, if a guy wanted a flash, or to touch pussy lips, it was all matter of money.

    There was this Friday afternoon lunch that lasted well after lunch hour, a guy offered me two hundred if I got up on the table and flashed everyone, boys and girls. I crouched in front of this one girl, that was the first time she had seen a pussy wide open. I asked her to kiss my pussy, to kiss my pussy like she wanted her pussy kissed. She stood up and bent over and kissed my pussy in front of everyone, then I kissed her pussy laying her back on the table. I didn't just kiss her pussy, I kissed her too.

    I kissed her lips, both set of lips, and called her my girlfriend. No man would ever get to our pussy. We kissed and kissed and made out and kissed some more, we got our tits together and rubbed against each other before going down and eating out each other. Turns out that she like me really liked kissing pussy and we kept our pussies nice and neat and hung out together.

    At work the era of flashing was over and all the guys were upset, and I told them to find another girl. I had met my match made in heaven, and now she was the only one that would get a shot at my tits and my pussy. We became a steady couple and true to our commitment we didn't let any guy near us. But when we were together, there was nothing to stop us from having a good time.

    We are older now and we don't do anything like we did back then. We are serious and we sometimes hold hands in public. Yes, once in a while a kiss on the cheek or a peck on the lips, if one of us have to leave to do something. But she has what to me is real woman pussy and tits and we save that for each other.

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    # 81663 - by Carol / August 21, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    Straight On The Outside, Lesbian On The Inside

    In 2016 my partner decided to take a job on the West Coast. It meant leaving my home town, family, and friends. I chose to stay. A friend from my high school days offered to marry me, let me have four kids, a house and settle down. Right then I was hurting and lonely, and we were married six weeks later.

    I became pregnant, found a house and became the housewife he wanted me to be. I got a call from a college friend who had been released from a rehab hospital and needed a place to stay. My husband said no, but she had always been that girl of my dreams. I pleaded, and he gave in, for a weekend, but he wasn't supporting her.

    That weekend she pushed him too far and he took it out on her. I was a lot more upset than she was. I told her she had to leave, before things got out of hand. I had some money saved, about 300 and gave it to her. She left, I had the baby, settled in for the long road ahead of me.

    After the birth of my second son she called me, could she come see me. She was very polite to my husband and asked if she could be my nanny. I couldn't say no, she was clean, and she promised not to be a problem child with my husband.

    For a reason I didn't understand, my husband had no problem with any 'behavior' between us. No sex to him meant sex with a man. He let us get as close as we wanted to. He wanted to watch. I refused, told him that was sick, he threw back that what we did was sick. I got pregnant again.

    We kept a low profile, she was my nanny, we got closer and closer but didn't throw it in his face. As promised I got pregnant with my fourth.

    She and I are together, he overlooks that as long as we are straight acting in public. I need her, with four kids, and all the work of the house and all. I don't regret getting married. I wouldn't have my kids, or a home of my own. He turns away when we need to be together and as long as I continue to be his wife. And after that screw up when she first came to see me he leaves her alone.

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    # 81637 - by Donna / August 20, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 60

    Unapologetic Lesbians

    I went to college at a very liberal school. I was learning, and trying out, relationships with other girls lookin for something new. I was a sophomore, living off campus, in a small two bedroom one bath unit, with three other girls. We had small full beds in the rooms, so we doubled up and shared bedspace with another girl. Not just any girl, a girl we wanted to sleep with.

    My arrangement was in full bloom, not just lovemaking, we had progressed to being public, openly gay and a 'couple'. It got back to my parents. I had refused to come home for the Holidays because I couldn't bring my girlfriend home.

    I was taken by two men, and 'enrolled' in a conversion program on a ranch high up in the mountains. Opening every day was a full Mass, religious studies, psychological tests, offered to become a Nun. It was cold, we had a light cotton smock to wear. All the girls shared with all the chores. Why they thought that putting twenty lesbian girls together would set us 'straight' was beyond our comprehension.

    The way out the door was entering the novitiate to become Nuns, or marrying a man and get on with baby making. I chose the man and baby door, I wasn't really Nun material. The man I was promised to was an immigrant, very religious, who needed a spouse for obvious reasons. I did not choose. I married, and he promptly set his mark.

    We moved to a small community where he set up a business selling cheap imported goods. I worked beside him, children under foot, always pregnant. At one time he had wanted to become a Priest, so our lives revolved around the church. Overtime we were well established, he volunteered and I did too. I met this one young woman who questioned her faith and her love for another woman. I pushed her into marrying a man, having many children, devoting herself to Christ, as I had done myself. The conversion camp had done a good job with me.

    We remained very close, sharing this secret that we had. Overtime we became lovers behind our husband's backs, behind the church, behind our children. Our love affair has lasted these thirty years. Unapologetically lesbian. Angry husbands, incredulous children, the church no longer welcomes us. You cannot change a leopards spots.

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    # 81635 - by Angela / August 20, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 28

    A Happenstance Trip To A Strip Joint And I Was Introduced To My Lover

    I work at a lab with several other women. One of us turned 30 and we decided that to celebrate we would go to a strip joint. I asked around, it fell on me to figure out where to go, and this man that I know well suggested that we got a high class joint and avoid the trucker strip joints. We went to the Gentleman's club, where you have to pay to get in, and pay for every drink. I found out that we weren't the only all women group, that it was quite often that girls getting married went to strip joints.

    We were sat in the back, at a large booth with two tables. The girls came over to offer drinks and stand topless in front of us. I wasn't the only one that started to get damp in the panties, this one girl kept looking at me and being friendly. She leaned over to serve me and told me it was ok to touch, women could touch but not men. Touch her titties. Then touch her crotch area. To get a good feel. If I wanted to I could kiss her. When I did she reached and grabbed my tit in her hand. She told me she liked me and wanted to make love with me. She got my name, and left her name and number. She assured me she never did men, not once. She was strictly girls.

    None of this was unnoticed. She called me after she got off and wanted to know where I lived so she could come over. She was dressed a little scantily, and had tattoos on her that I hadn't noticed. She was totally shaved and waxed, she shaved me after a shower and ate me until I orgasmed. She made love to me mostly, but did offer me and I took the chance and ate her. The next morning with her in bed with me, I got a headache from the stress of what I had done the night before.

    I didn't understand that lesbians put claims on you and they call the shots and you do the jumping. She came over often, and wanted to move in with me. She told me what she made from working at the club and there was no way I would ever match that income. We made love a lot, a whole lot really. She tattooed me and dressed me and had me wait for her. One night when she was off we went to this club and she asked me to wear this collar and chain, she wanted to make sure that all the other lesbians knew I was private property.

    This relationship went on for almost a year. She moved suddenly, said she was going to Florida. I had my job and family and told her I wasn't moving. She left anyways and I was alone again. I still have my tattoo and my collar and chain, and all the memories of a life of sin and debauchery. And of course I now know that my calling is for a woman, with brass balls.

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    # 81601 - by Bee / August 19, 2025
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    Lesbian Female / 51

    We Are Married To Each Other In Our Own Way

    I was poor growing up, we lived in an east Texas town, my mother was a supermarket cashier. My father was a traveling man, who stopped by one day and my mother got pregnant. She forgot to ask his name, and I never met him.

    In high school I made friends with this girl, whose father was a doctor. He treated all the rich people in town, and the joke of the rich girls in school is that he was the first one they showed their snatch to. He knew all the girls, intimately. I had not been to a doctor to have my snatch examined. So this girl, using one of her father's tools, examined me, thoroughly, touching gently with her fingers, using the instrument to open my vagina, and using her tongue to lick me. She told me I had a very nice vagina, the type of vagina that guys wanted to fuck, because it was nice and tight.

    She licked my vagina a lot, and I learned to lick her vagina and we moved deeper to lick anus and of course kiss and suck on tits, and get on and rub ourselves until we had an orgasm. We kissed and made out a lot, and she had access to books from her father's library with pictures of vaginas. I would guess that we were making out every day then, kissing and feeling up tits and laying back so she could lay on me. We decided that we would be off limits and never get pregnant. As far as we knew we were the only two lesbian girls in high school.

    She went to SMU and I went to the junior college to get an LVN certification. We remained lovers for many years, until she was in her mid twenties and decided that if she wanted a family she had to get married. It was a very dark day for me the day she got married. That day she was going to be fucked by her husband. I cried for her. We stayed together even after she got married, her husband too unaware of what was going on right under his nose.

    At the hospital I met a doctor who was divorced and had moved there for a job. He was lonely, alone maybe, and I felt sorry for him so I started to keep up with him. Cooking for him. When I went to his apartment, I cleaned up and started the laundry. I cooked night after night for him. When he pushed himself against me, pushing his hips up against my bottom, I froze but let him continue until he had fucked me. I called my girlfriend the next day to confess that I had cheated on her, and she forgave me. Just get pregnant and get married.

    My friend and I have small grandchildren and we talk about them all the time when we are together. We don't have those days of hot kisses and feeling up anymore, mostly we hug and are tender. We do from time to time, take a shower together, or we play doctor and examine our vaginas. We are lovers, don't get me wrong, it's just that lovers of those days are a different matter. We continued married to these men, and have all the duties and responsibilities, which are a breeze really. Cooking never bothered me and neither does laundry.

    We do dream of being buried beside each other. We have been together since high school. But we have not yet figured out how to bring that up with our husbands.

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    # 81600 - by Kate / August 19, 2025
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