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Lesbian Female / 26

My 26 Year Old Feelings

I termed 26 last week. I live in DC, live with my college roommate, all our male friends are gay, and we can't break away. My family is not OK with me and my social life, and my relationship with the girl I live with. I have a younger sister who just turned 18, she throws herself at men, a hard hand grab of her ass or boob is what she wants. She is not a virgin, and got caught by my mother giving a blowjob when she was sixteen. One's gay and the other one a whore, if you ask my mom.

I spent a week over Easter with my cousin and her family. The girl is a 'princess', an 'angel', Daddy's 'sweetheart'. She dresses in girly clothes, wears pink panties with hearts and little ribbons. She caters to her older brother, kisses his cheek and lays in his arms to watch tv. When I mentioned to her mother that she was being groomed, her mother told me gay girls are fucked up.

I have an uncle, he's an old man with war wounds and holds me by the neck with one hand. I go see him three or four times a year and he is on my back to get pregnant and take my place as an adult. I get angry and yell at him, and then go sit by his side until he gives in and holds me. He has no room for my gay friends, worthless panty ass queers, and my long term girlfriend. He's not a homophobe, unless it comes to me.

I can't help being homosexual, any more than I can help being a girl. I can't stand a man grabbing my sister, or having tell me she got lucky. I can't spend an hour with my father, I can spend a week in bed with my girlfriend. Every big sister wants the best for ger baby sister, and that does not involve a man. I know it's too late for her, she's caught up in something she can't understand.

One day my cousin will pay dearly for grooming her daughter. I wouldn't wear pink panties for any amount of money. I wish I could stay away from my uncle but I'm his favorite and he won't let that happen. I'll probably get pregnant this year and get married to my girlfriend. I can't marry a man, I just can't do that.

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# 65713 - by Yolo / May 29, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 42

    My American Lover

    I am an immigrant, I arrived in 2003 at the age of 22. I have an aunt who had emigrated years earlier, not for economic reasons, but because she was a lesbian. My family is very wealthy. I arrived with my University degree, and my eyes wide open to live with my aunt, as I too am a lesbian. My dreams all those days and nights before I was able to emigrate were of finding a girl and having one long night of sex with no one looking over my back.

    I found my aunt living in a small apartment in a poor neighborhood working as a hair dresser. She was not happy to have me and she spent the first night telling me how things really were. I would have to get a job and don't think that my University degree would be respected, it wouldn't be. I would have to work in a clerical or service job. I had to pay my share of the rent. My bed was in her room with her, even when she had a lover over. She watched me get dressed and undressed and insisted that she could watch me in the bath. She liked naked young girls too and I was in her house.

    I got a job working through a temp agency at a small business while a woman was out on maternity. The owner of the business was from my home country and he only wanted to speak to me in our language. He was very aggressive with me and told me that his wife was old and he had room in his house for a younger wife. That first day he saw me at the bus stop and told me he would take me to my aunt's apartment. He was very angry that I was living there, it was a notorious neighborhood of gay people. In my aunt's apartment he was very upset that I had to sleep on the small bed in her bedroom with her. Most of my belongings were still in my travel cases because there was no where to store them.

    Taking my travel cases, he grabbed me by the arm and half carried me out to his car and told me he was taking me with him to be a wife in his home. My second night in America a man thirty three years older than me had sex with me all night. His formal wife spent all the next day telling me all the rules I had to obey. I was give a room of my own, but without a key. Refusing my 'husband' was grounds for me to be thrown out with the trash. My 'husband' trained me for him, and she taught me with words. She was very clear that as she had never been able to have children, that is what I was there for.

    I was kept at home with her, learning how to live in America. I became pregnant immediately and she pampered me all through my pregnancy and after I delivered my first child she had a very big party of her friends and neighbors to celebrate that a son had been born in their house. I felt I was living in a village in my country. I saw my aunt only rarely. she resented my father and his wealth and the life that my mother had. Now I would learn.

    Any opportunity to meet a girl was out of the question. I lived at home with my husband's formal wife and I spent my days being pregnant. With three children I had not time to myself. Everyone around me was happy, finally after all those years there were children in the house. My husband's wife told her friends how she took care of me, fed me, pampered me, and taught me how to be a mother.

    When I did meet a girl, she was my firstborn's teacher at the primary school. It was instant with me, I longed for her all day and all night. When I spoke to her my heart raced and I drove home with tears in my eyes. I was always very polite but she allowed me to hug her, a small hug that you give teachers of your son, and one day I accidently kissed her cheek. She allowed herself to be held longer and I passed my kiss across her lips. A very dangerous thing, even in America. A prohibited relationship that could never happen. If my husband found out I would be banished back to my country without my children, a failed woman.

    It took five long years before we were able to hold each other as lovers. Five years of waiting, of crying, of longing for her touch. When love did come to us we were inseparable. My husband was no longer interested in me, I had given him his children and he was too old for a younger wife. We found time together, she had an apartment to herself, and we were able to find love there.

    We are forty year old women now, we have been lovers in the flesh for ten years and belong to each other for another five. My day is brighter when I am with her. My day darkens when I go home with my husband and his wife. The joy of giving them the children they never had is now a thing of the past. My children are American and they spend as much time as they can with their friends. Their names are chosen by them to be American, not the ones given to them at birth. My eldest son wants me to be happiest and he works hard to find ways for me to spend time with my lover.

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    # 65696 - by R / May 28, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 46

    Fighting Satan, Accepting My Unwanted Congenital Condition

    As seniors in high school we had permission to leave school for lunch. That day my new girlfriend and I drove to my house and had a first time sexual fling. My neighbor saw us, called my mother and my mother broke in as I was deep between her legs so I didn't hear her. She hit me with my softball glove shoving me off her. The rumors were true, she saw me herself.

    I was pulled out of school and taken to a conversion institution and left there for six months. I missed graduation, had to get a GRE, I pretended to be cured of Satan's hold. I wasn't allowed to go off to college, I was only allowed out with a chaperone, a brother, a sister, a mother, grandmother or father. Never alone. I also had daily prayers, twice a week sessions.

    I finished a two year degree at 21, I was taken to various dinners, group activities to meet eligible bachelors. I was 'promised' to a recently graduated doctor going to psychiatry residency. Married I was finally trustworthy, but not enough that my mother told me not to ruin my life. Have a baby she told me, and don't get involved with some other girl. Satan was just around the corner so make my church life central to being a worthy member of society.

    For this last quarter century I went to church, had babies, worked for my husband as his office manager. And one night I told my husband of my high school behavior, of my stint at the conversion center, of keeping Satan out of my life. He listened, with his professional attention, told me that being lesbian wasn't Satan or a sickness, and conversion therapy didn't work.

    With his help I became a lesbian again, accepted my persuasion. I have a life, a family, a husband. I'm not going to ruin my life, or my family. I wouldn't know how to act, what to do should I meet a like minded woman. It's enough to know I'm not crazy, that Satan doesn't own me. I do not want this 'word' lesbian to be attached to who I am. It's a condition, unwanted, congenital, a screw up in my wiring.

    My one regret was not having the trust and confidence to confide in my husband earlier.

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    # 65684 - by Vicky / May 27, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 33

    Conventionally Married I Also Live With My Lesbian Partner

    I was born a lesbian in a very conservative home. Five girls meant we spent every day in girl world. We started helping at three, stirring the pot, helping set the table. Hand me downs meant pictures made it difficult to tell who was in the picture, that and all of us favor each other. Strong mom genes, we inherited her side of the family. We wore make up, shaved our legs, had our hair done the same way. At church the Pastor loved guessing what our name was.

    When my sexual preferences went down the girl path I was cautioned, I was counseled, introduced to boys. Don't do that. Do what? You know, kiss girls.

    Wedding season came and our tradition was that the four bridesmaids were sisters. One, two, three sisters fell, leaving me and our baby sister. Aren't you getting married? she asked. How do you tell your baby sister you just kissed a girl and marriage wasn't part of the equation? For clarification, I dated the boy next door to hide my girl crushes.

    Trapped I found myself setting a wedding shower date with his Mother. My baby sister lined up as Maid of Honor and two pregnant sisters as bride's maids. The fourth, my number three sister filling out the wedding party. The wedding was on Saturday, the reception went on till past midnight. Wedding night at the Hyatt downtown. He was not amused, I told him again I wasn't going to have sex with him.

    We woke up, he consummated the marriage, and we left for our honeymoon. We negotiated a one night on one night off routine. He made sure he got two nights worth on his day. By the time we returned I gave up trying to control how often. It became a nightly discussion, and he negotiated until he got his way. Five years later I delivered two kids, the last sister to bring grandkids home.

    My lesbian life is in addition to, my lesbian lover and lesbian partner accepts me being married. He doesn't interfere with our quiet time. My kids are now in school, I'm working full time, me and my best friend and lover met at cooking school eight years ago. She lives with us. We both love to cook and we share duties in the kitchen, including cooking for the extended family. Kisses go unnoticed, as do holding hands. No one comments that our pajamas are in the same room, under the pillows on the bed. Now we are six sisters, not five.

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    # 65677 - by Kelly / May 26, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 47

    I Got Lucky, Found My Bestie And All Is Well That Ends Well

    A lot is written about close encounters of the good kind, but by hot chicks, horny and gay. I don't fit into any of that category any more. I'm 47, big bosomed, wide ass, Marine. I served my 25 years, got my college degree along the way and remained single. Granted in the Marine Corp you see lots of real fit men, and a few fit women. In my tender years I was fit, fit enough for any woman. Back in those early days of course there was a lot of risk in coming out, and you kept your thoughts to yourself and you only fucked with another equally discreet woman.

    Over the years it became obvious that the Navy and the Army had a lot more lesbians than the Marine Corp, not percentage wise, but in numbers. I wore my Marine Corp uniform on leave and went hunting for Navy girls. I just couldn't get into the Army women, I liked a Navy girl who had been out at sea for six months and wanted a good romp in the hay. I always succeeded, women in need have the look, and we identified each other with ease. There were so many in 25 years, some baby girls who were going for it the first time, and some hard assed women who wanted to top, and I had to show them that Marines don't ever back down, my pussy I'd tell them, and that's how it went down.

    So here I am, 47, standing in line at Subway for lunch. I have a broad ass, believe me, I was in shorts, and I had on an untucked Tshirt and my voluminous breasts swung around without support. I was horny, and I was out on the hunt. I saw a couple of girls sitting at a small table and licked my lips and they turned around. When they left they called me a dyke and walked out. After a while another young woman walked in, in scrubs. She was about thirty, not wearing a ring, pretty enough. I offered her a seat with me, and we made small talk, I thought maybe she was a nurse, but she worked for the Vet Clinic a couple of doors down. Never went to college type, grew up on a dirt street. She liked dogs, I told her I was into petting pussy cats. It went over her head.

    I had to push, she answered but didn't follow up. Finally I told myself go for all the marbles, what did I have to lose. I told her I was a lesbian, recently discharged from the Marine Corp, new in town looking for a job. She told me up front, no hesitation, that she was a lesbian and that there was a community desk where lesbians could go if they needed help. I told her I didn't need help, I needed a lesbian. She looked at me, and saying 'not my type, not into dykes' she walked off back to work.

    I watched her go into the Vet clinic and I followed her in and told her that my pussy needed attention. She said she was a dog girl, didn't really like cats. I tried, I really tried, and she stood her ground and told me about this bar where I could pick up a chick, but she wasn't into dykes.

    On Friday night, I got better dressed, and put on support, so my boobs wouldn't swing around and went down to the bar that she told me about. It was a small place, with a maybe a dozen girls. Most were my age, but a couple of young ones were there too. The bartender, a woman named Marg, told me that the younger girls came in around eleven, if I wanted to wait around. I was used to pussy hanging around, but Navy girls wanting to get lucky were hot to get picked up, these girls ignored me. Around 12 midnight the woman from the Vet Clinic walked in with a friend and they sat together holding hands.

    I asked her if she remembered me and she said she did, but I was knocking on the wrong door. See, she said, holding up the other girl's hand, I'm engaged to get married and we don't need anyone getting between us. And almost without hesitation she told me to look for someone over by the pool table. That's where the other dykes hung out.

    The woman I went home with was as the younger set called us, a dyke. Tall, muscular, completely shaved and waxed. She worked as a PT at a gym, frequented by lesbians. She wasn't one for waiting, she was hungry for pussy so we got down to business. She got a face full of my hairy snatch and I got her nicely shaved and waxed pussy in return. The best I had was a freshly shaved Latina named Carmen in San Diego. After dinner, we both ate until we were full, we sat around, while she gazed at my breasts and I gazed at her nipples, hard nipples with barbell piercings. There in that town, I found my bestie, a gym rat, a PT, and one time body builder. A dyke as the younger girls called her.

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    # 65631 - by Naomi / May 22, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 31

    My 'little' Sister, My Lover, My Girlfriend, My Unbelievable Luck

    I was finishing my graduate studies when I met a freshman girl who was away from home the first time. I felt an immediate little sister responsibility for her and took her under my wing. She was 'empty headed', a kid, and I drew a circle around her, keep your distance. She had that all American look, blonde and blue eyed, very pretty, tallish, big enough boobs, long legs, I wasn't 'looking' I was taking inventory. My father had this saying, the sob who is going to fuck my daughter is already born. Some total asshole had his eyes on her, but I wasn't going to let any sob close to her.

    I took her home with me, she was a firm girl, but nit that night. I loaned her a nighty, a bit short on her, I could see the white of her panties as she walked. I suggested she take off her bra, she did, straight in front of me. Perfect globes, large dark pink nipples, any porn industry would want her. She sat on yet knees, her panties clearly visible under the knights, her amazing breasts pushing against the thin fabric. I felt like I was seducing a child, I remembered my piano teacher seducing me when I was fifteen.

    She leaned forward, I reacted, no thinking, I took her face in my hand and kissed her. She kissed me back. She couldn't possibly have any experience, but she did. We made love before we had sex. She didn't object to me shaving her, she was perfect, the first perfect Barbie pussy I had seen. I kissed her there, she offered herself. She was eighteen, I went all in.

    I would learn that at 14 she and a friend were gang banged on the beach by guys praying and getting high and drunk. She was the darling of her English teacher, the woman who introduced her to female sex. She found she loved it, and now she was there with me.

    I never got over the feeling she was my little sister, she finished college, a gull grown young woman, turning heads. At a New Years party we kissed at midnight, a guy standing nearby went on a rant, 'what the shit, can't believe she's a lesbian'. Believe it I told him, and she's mine.

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    # 65616 - by Sandra / May 21, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 28

    She Did Care For Me

    I was a studious but quiet child. I didn't start coming into my own until I went to college. By the time I graduated I was butch with a girlfriend. Life away from college put me in the male dominated world of business. At my work I met Cecily, a very attractive and fun girl. I was sure she was one of us, but she had a boyfriend.

    We became friends and I let her know I found her attractive. She didn't 'bolt', she went right to her boyfriend and asked him what she should do. He told her we should be office friends, but keep her distance. The problem for me us that I couldn't respect that. I wanted her to be my girlfriend and I just couldn't 'keep my distance'. I kissed her in the bathroom and she didn't bolt.

    Two more kisses later and she cheated on her boyfriend. I had won, but it felt bad. I convinced her to tell her boyfriend, if she wanted I would go with her. He took it, bad. I had never been talked to like he talked to me. He left telling her to stop seeing me and move in with him. She moved in. She told me she couldn't see me.

    I missed her, but I understood.

    A year later, I had moved on, Cecily showed up at my apartment without notice. She told me she had a girl now and named her after me. She kissed me, and said goodbye, leaving the birth announcement in my hand. Vivian Anne, 6lbs 9 oz, 21 inches long.

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    # 65493 - by Vivian / May 11, 2023
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 32

    My Bestfriends Sister Sucked My Tits

    This happened about 5 years ago at my bestfriends bachelorette pool party. Her black sister Dee has always had a playful crush on me since elementry school. She has down syndrome and always felt comfortable with me because she knows she can tell me anything and i wont judge her. She has told me on multiple occasions that she wanted to see my "big white milkers" but i playfully laughed it off. However, at the bachelorette party this was the first time i ever seen Dee in a bikini. She had a massive black rack. (I am a little chunkier than her but with about the same size boobs). I have known her for a lot of my life and feel pretty comfortable around her also. Anyways, As the night went on and everyone was feeling pretty good with the drinks, one of the other bridesmaids dared everyone to take their tops off. I was a little hesitant at first but everyone started to pull their tops off including Dee. I am mostly attracted to men but big boobs drive me crazy (especially black ones) As soon as i seen Dee with her big tits out, i started to get hot and horny, and i could tell she felt the same about me. I immedietly got out of the pool and finger fucked myself in the bathroom until i came. 2 days later i got a text from Dee that said "thanks for finally showing me your big white milkers ;)".

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    # 65392 - by Amber / May 5, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 24

    Met The HS Teacher Again

    I was quite the slut in high school. I started having sex in the summer between 8th and 9th grades. By the time I met my art teacher in my junior year I'd had 22 guys sexually. It was well known and she'd seen a couple of guys pawing me under my skirt a few times. She talked to me after school and told me that I should be more selective. She was the first person who called me pretty and told me I had a nice body and, quite frankly, that I didn't have to give sex for approval.

    It was too late through high school but in college I had a couple of lovers, then met a girl who took me down the L road. I no longer had to seek approval by having sex, she loved me and I loved her and we were good together. After college, due to our work fields, she and I split, staying in touch as we could. She got married and already has 3 kids. I haven't had a man for sex since that first year in college, and I'm quite happy.

    I was shopping about 2 months ago and in a clothing shop I found my old art teacher from high school. She worked there part time. It was nice seeing her again, and through my now same sex eyes, she was beautiful and sexy as hell. I didn't make any moves, not wanting someone who was so nice to me to know I was a lesbian. We found some clothes and a couple of bikinis and she asked if I needed some help in the dressing room. I didn't but I said that I did. She came in and I immediately stripped to my bra and panties. She complemented my body and reached around to undo my bra saying these clothes didn't need one. I tried a few things, she let her hands rub across my nipples often, sometimes lingering with her hand on one of my boobs.

    I pulled her hand to my boob with my hand and reached around her waist, she came in for a kiss. Immediately after I pulled away and took off my panties. For some reason I wanted her to see all of me. I tried on a bikini and she kissed me, reached her hand into the bottoms and was rubbing my pussy. As I checked out she wrote her phone number and also wrote that she gets off at 6. We met at the coffee bar that evening after she was off.

    We went back to my place which was closer, and we made love. Full on LOVE, it was sex but there was so much gentleness to it. It's been two months, we are in a full on relationship and in a few months when her lease is up she's moving in with me.

    The high school slut, now a lesbian with the lesbian art teacher. It works!

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    # 65372 - by Connie / May 3, 2023
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    Lesbian Female / 26

    The College Experience

    I woke up in bed with a guy and a girl. The girl had her arms around me and was up close, we were in a spoon sharing the pillow. I had to pee and worked myself free and got up. I found my top and used it to cover up, found the bathroom and sat down to pee. I looked up and the girl was there, not covered up. She quickly sat up on the counter and peed in the sink,

    We washed our face, after washing out the sink. She pulled my top off and held both of my breasts in her hands, then kissed me on the mouth. Her naked body was against mine, her hands feeling me, running up and down my back and my sides, kissing me as we stood there in the doorway of the bathroom. She fell to her knees and thrust her face up my pussy. I let her eat until I got off. She still wanted to kiss, we found another room and she offered me her pussy so I ate morning pussy and helped her get off.

    We got under the covers and went back to spooning, she held me tight, and we shared the pillow and fell back to sleep. We were in college, and you did what felt right.

    Once awake we went downstairs and had some cereal and coffee. We were naked from the waist down, with only small tops that she got out of her drawer. Her brother had gotten up sometime earlier and was gone. She assured me one hundred percent that he had not had sex with me that night.

    We spent the day together, after borrowing some panties from her. She chose a pair for me, and held them for me to step into and she pulled them up, patting my pussy and begging for a kiss. We went to the farmer's market to get some veggies and stuff, and then to get some fish. We really didn't talk much, we just held hands and walked about. She did ask me if I had a girlfriend, I didn't. Well not until right then. Now I felt like I had a girlfriend.

    When we got back to her place, her brother was there. She introduced me to him, although he had slept with us the night before. She waved her hands around me and told him all this is off limits. Remember the golden rule, you can look but not touch. They lived together, he worked for a tech company, she worked in public relations for the city. She told me she liked college girls.

    It became pretty evident that they were much older than me. He was in his early thirties and she was 27. We made love, had sex, all night that night, without him there to bother us. No clothes, just naked. I don't know how many times I put my tongue in her pussy or how many times she put her tongue in mine. We kissed and grabbed titties. The sex was intense.

    On Sunday, the next morning, she loaned me another pair of panties and some shorts and a top. She drove me to campus in the afternoon and walked me to my dorm. She noted that I was in the freshman dorm on campus, when she went she lived off campus with her brother. I showed her my dorm hole where I stayed, offered to change and give her clothes back but she told me to keep them and give them back another day. I sat on my bed and she stood above me. All of a sudden I really felt young. She held my face and told me to kiss her pussy goodbye.

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    # 65347 - by Lauren / May 2, 2023
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