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One Night At A Party I Went Home With A Baby And I Don't Need The Fthr

My forever girlfriend was invited to a party at a beach house, one hour away. We drove down, went for an afternoon dip, helped getting dinner on the table, scoped out the room and bed they had set apart for us.

Later in the evening dome guys showed up, uninvited. The hostess let them in, and they brought alcohol. The party got busier and we went to bed early. We were pretty close to falling asleep when this one guy walked in looking for us, we told him we weren't interested. He took his shirt and shoes off and moved to get in bed with us. He stepped out of his shorts and was under the covers, grabbing at what he could grab.

A couple of minutes after getting in bed, he was on me, inserted and talking nonsense. He passed out, and we were getting out of there. He turned out being a family member of the hostess and she thanked us for taking care of him. The day after we kept our distance, we went home still grumbling about him.

I got a lecture from the nurse about how long sperm lives inside of you. The friend, the hostess, pressured me to contact him. I didn't want to. She did. Now he's in the middle of this pregnancy, I don't care to hear his opinions. I have a partner, and it isn't him. We, my partner and I, are keeping the baby.

  • Morning Sex

    I woke up this morning to the most amazing sex I’ve had in a long, long time.

    Thank you Gramma I love you so much.

    As A First Year Lesbian I Went To Spend A Few Days With My Aunt

    I went to visit my aunt, my mother's older sister, who is a widow for a long time. She lives in the DC area, she worked for one of the government agencies her whole career. She took me to lunch to this small restaurant and ran into a woman she knew. She introduced me as her niece and that I was in town to learn to grow up. After the woman left she told me that she had been a ballet dancer in her youth and now worked for one of the secret societies that you can't talk about. Then is a whisper, she leaned over to me and said that she was a dyke. To be honest it was the first time I heard that word associated with one person.

    During the conversation that followed my aunt went on and on about that dyke, how she liked younger women and she was always on the hunt. So be careful, she might just show up in your bed, and you will never know how she got in. To stay with the theme my aunt took me to a sex toy store she said had good stuff. She had me hold a variety of dildos, and a couple of vibrators, showed me all the condoms and lubes and other stuff to use. When a man is in the mood, it's best to just lay back and enjoy it. Here you should have one of these, it can do wonders for your complexion, and handed me a real live realistic man dick dildo.

    A woman's vagina is built to pretty much take any size of man. So if old Joe shows up with a nine inch wonder, lay back, and enjoy it. Now if Mary Sue shows up then you have to decide. As she had told me Mary Sue was a dyke, open wide and let her do her thing. Always remember it is far better to receive than to give.

    We went back to her home with a couple of dildos, condoms, and lubes. And a book on lesbian Kama Sutra. Long before you learn how to handle a man, you need to handle yourself with a woman first. Eat pussy, suck on a pair of tits, squeeze her clit, remember with a woman you both have to get off. In her apartment she had several old videos of women on women making love and we watched them with her blow by blow description. Eat pussy honey, eat pussy to your hearts content.

    I started to figure out that my aunt ate pussy, and that Mary Sue was one of her friends.

    The way Mary Sue started with me was squatting on my face. Lay down on your back and she squatted over my face, her pussy wide open and she lowered herself on me. I had to keep my head cocked back to breathe but after a minute I was sucking on her and giving her tongue in her vagina. Just like I was told.

    Mary Sue is a dyke, a real live dyke. She doesn't have a dick, but that's what the dildos were for. I found out I could take the big one, and the smaller one up my ass. By the time I got on the plane for the ride home I was well versed in pussy and tits and all the other things that girls do.

    I never did graduate to a man. Dildos are enough. I have a young girlfriend who likes to have me eat her and play with her tits. She's a learner, and I'm the dyke,

  • My Latent Lesbian Feelings Manifested Themselves In My Late Twenties

    So this is a confession of repressed feelings and the consequences. I have what is called latent homosexual urges. This urges manifested themselves when I was in my later twenties. But by then I was married with two kids. The girl that helped me act out my urges was a little older with a dyke personality. She saw it in me long before I felt it. It was the kiss, a long wet kiss with her hand up under my shirt feeling me up. I wiggled, but didn't stop her, I let her kiss me and feel me up until she stopped and put her forehead against mine and told me that she wanted my pussy.

    We were in the ladies' bathroom, which was a one person bathroom, and the door was locked and she helped me get my pants and panties down, she sat on the toilet and kissed my pussy, later pushing her index finger up my vagina.

    I felt bad about it, 'how was I going to tell my husband'. It wasn't a choice I could live with, I had to tell him, to let him know what had happened. My husband to me is much like my father, lying to him or misbehaving is not acceptable, and I told him everything. I told him about what had happened in the bathroom at work. That was my last day at that work, I resigned the next morning. I've stayed home after that.

    He sent me to a lady psychologist who asked me all sorts of questions, and diagnosed me with latent homosexuality. She told me it was not usual, but it happened often enough. Most girls discover it in high school, but in my case I probably overlooked it because my husband is so dominant. I got married at 18 and was pregnant before nightfall.

    I have struggled with this condition for several years now. I can't help it, all of sudden out of nowhere I get these urges over some girl. Usually it's girls who are shapely and younger. One example is the girl that teaches aerobics. She is so pretty, and has curves that really pop, and I've seen her naked in the showers. She is well groomed with a slight whisp of hair on her pussy, and she has bent over in front of me. She smiles at me and she has touched my boobs in the shower. She offered to give me new look down there, but I know my husband would not like that. I want to kiss her. These urges are very strong and kissing is the first thing that lets me know that I'm under the spell again.

    Part of my therapy is to confess everything to my husband. Be nice and smile and let him know when I have these urges. His job is to 'take care of that problem', which means sex and more sex, until the urges subside. At first he was angry and bawled me out for it, but now he just pulls my pants down and gets on with business. Whether it's the thought of the aerobics instructor or his dick going in me, I'm usually always very wet when I'm under these urges.

    These urges about a specific girl last from a couple of weeks to months. Usually urges with a housewife last longer. Usually urges with a housewife involve kissing and touching, housewives for some reason are really receptive. My husband can wear himself out on me, but a housewife urge doesn't go away that easily.

    Not Straight, Not Bi, Just 100% Lesbian

    I got tired of my husband. He always wanted sex but knew nothing about intimacy. I tried to get him to kiss and caress me, to compliment my body, to say I love you, but he would just stick his dick in, pound for a few minutes, grunt, ejaculate, and go take a shower. Married life was not what I'd seen in Disney movies.

    People speak of "asking for a divorce", but that's not how it works. Nowadays it's unilateral. l downloaded the forms, filled them out as best I could, and filed them at the courthouse.

    By the time my husband got home and was served, I had packed my stuff and left. I never saw or talked to him ever again. It was all paperwork from that point forward.

    Honestly, after my brush with heterosexual marriage, I hate all men.

    On the day when my divorce was final, I went to a lesbian bar to celebrate. It's a stereotype that lesbians fall in love fast, but that's what happened. Starburst went home with me to my apartment that night. She moved in the following week. We got married a month later.

    Starbust & Calix forever!

  • After Being Forced Apart I Am Now In A Same Sex Living Situation

    I was expelled from school when I was found in a restroom kissing with another girl. I had to attend the public school for corrective behavior. In the eleventh grade I had sex with my older cousin.

    I went to an art school and was attracted to and found sex with another girl. My cousin came to get me, the end result is I had to marry him. We moved around while he was in medical school and his residency, before returning to our hometown to settle down in. By that time we had two children.

    He joined a practice in town and I became attracted to one of the nurses. She was assigned to our family, and the children's medical care. He found us in a sexual embrace in our bedroom. He told me he had to punish me, for cheating on him. He hired the nurse to live with me and put us in the same bedroom. He thought that much like forcing kids to eat a whole bag of candy, the forced closeness would make us get sick of each other.

    One day I left a note on his breakfast plate, "please don't through me in the briar patch'. It was too late for him, rather than getting sick of being forced together, we 'blossomed' right under his thumb. Until he had to admit to himself, I was a 'damned lesbian'. And left us to our own devises.

    When All Of A Sudden You Are Part Of A Threesome

    Yes, I'm a lesbian. I'm a corporate attorney, I specialize in intellectual property. I got carried away with a woman in the tax department. She was friendly with me. I asked her over, she showed up with a husband. The night got funny, uncomfortable, she turned him loose on me. After he had his fun, it was her turn.

    For all my training I wasn't expecting that. I turned on my stomach and he had his fun that way.

    My bravado, legal training, didn't prepare me. False bravado. Now I know, what having a man does to you. It's not pleasant, it's mind blowing. It's not like me, it's sex, pure and simple. And it's not over, she gave me to her husband. In return for having her.

    I Married The Nerd In Engineering

    No one believes me. I was a full time lesbian all during high school and college. After college I returned home due to economic reasons and I had not found a job that paid enough for me to live on.

    I went to work in the family business (construction) and worked in human resources. A made for job for the granddaughter of the owner. I got around town on my own and met a couple of ladies who happened to enjoy the company of another lady. Both were older. I met this one woman, a lawyer, through one of them and she was a woman hater. Treated me like shit from the first words out of her mouth, but I still ended up in bed with her.

    At a get together at a bar after work one Friday I met a guy from Engineering. A nerd in every aspect. He was 'yes miss, no miss' because I was the granddaughter of the owner. When another guy started to hit on me, he was polite but firm and told the other guy to beat it, he was moving in on his girl for the evening. I asked what made him think I was his girl, and he kissed me. I didn't go home that night, I had my birth canal probed by him and he left his calling card in me. Not my first kiss with a guy, but my first probe by a guy. He took me home in the morning, I was living with my parents, and said he wanted to see me.

    The world got around pretty quick and my grandfather questioned me on him. He asked if I had been intimate with him. I said no, but he had been intimate with me. When I missed my period and then another one and I went to see the doctor he informed me that I was happily pregnant. Who is the proud father? I'm sorry, the father doesn't know yet.

    Now things got all twisted. I was called on because I had gone to a male doctor. I was called on because I wasn't pursuing an abortion. I was called a false lesbian who had only wanted to get the lesbian benefits. I walked funny and talked funny, making fun of them. What a bunch of bitches. I grew a belly to be proud of, a nice big round belly, and wore a bikini at the club. I referred to the baby daddy as 'my stud' and I stood opened legged and bent down to touch the ground with my hands. Showing off that I can take it any way he wants to give it to me.

    Going on my 36th week I lay back with my legs open and told him to make me have an orgasm. I didn't care what he did, use his mouth or his penis, or he could just feel me up, but get me off. He used his mouth and his hand and massaged my clit and while holding me down with the other hand and I had my orgasm, the last one before I gave birth to a baby boy.

    At that time I was giving him oral. Week nine after birth he got antsy and got me pregnant. For a nice local girl, granddaughter of the owner, ex lesbian, I was going too fast for everyone. I turned 25 and he decided that made me old enough to marry. The ceremony was quiet and family oriented, with me pregnant and another one in my mother's arms. I gave my husband a complete blowjob afterwards and let him play hide and seek with his dick later.

    I have two kids now and I'm getting back some of the feelings I had before I got pregnant. Attraction to the same sex. I told my husband and he is taking care of business to distract me. It's not working.

    I Fell In Love With A Wall Flower Lesbian

    As a young women entering college I roomed with a girl from a very rural area. Not that I am city wise but she is very shy and uncomfortable. We went around together, getting to know the campus and she clung to me and I found myself having to be her escort. In the dorm her nickname was The Shadow. I'm not exaggerating that she holds my hand when we walk around together. I walked her to class, and waited for her to walk her to the next class and so on. Having her hold my hand is second nature, and if she lets go for some reason I immediately am on alert looking for her.

    She had a problem with the showers in the dorm, which were pretty communal, and there was a small curtain you pulled to give you privacy. I waited for her to shower and held her towel to cover her. I was the only one that ever saw a titty or her cuchie cuchie. If we were alone in the shower I dried her and helped her into her underwear and bathrobe. I helped her with her hair and used scissors to trim her pubes that escaped her underwear. Yes, yes, yes, I kissed her pussy lips in her underwear.

    One night I just had enough of it, she was sound asleep in her bed and I was wide awake and I couldn't stand it. I got up with my pillow and got in bed with her. I wasn't nice about, I woke her up and kissed her and grabbed a tit and went down on her. Wide open spread, her panties on the floor, I ate her until she shuddered. MY GIRL I told her.

    God, I am a fucking lesbian.

  • How I Met Her

    For reasons that don't make sense today I asked to be transferred to the ER of the hospital. I had taken some trauma care courses, and I knew that the staff there would teach me. I went down there because I had a crush on a certain someone, a doctor from North Carolina doing her residency.

    We had a lot of cases, the ER is full of things you expect and some things you don't. As an inner city ER we mostly had poor people looking for medical care, some emergency deliveries, and gun shots and knife wounds. Very little traffic accidents. The work was tiring but not exhausting, I made sure I could be assigned to the shift with you know who now. Whenever we worked together I did my best to impress her of my capabilities and training. She was so good at it, a natural. I won't go onto say beautiful, so beautiful. The patients, police guys, staff from the hospital all were in love with her. It pissed me off, because I came first, I was the first in line. I really loved her, they were just admiring her. I took care of her. Even to the point of reorganizing her purse and hanging her jacket up in the winter.

    We had a case of a fifteen year old girl in for an emergency delivery. After the baby came and she was sent off to maternity I made the comment to her that the only reason I wasn't one of them, was because I was a lesbian. She looked at me, stared at me, 'was it necessary to say that?, Don't you think that is too much information?' And then as she walked away, she turned to me, I'm a lesbian, but that's not why we are here. Well the ice was broken. I said 'I love you'. It escaped from my mouth with out any warning.

    She worked me hard, expected me to do everything, 'you are going to be the best damn ER nurse they have ever had here'. I got kissed, on the cheek with a smile. 'Don't make too much out of it'. I was invited to her place for a sit down dinner. She told me she was hosting me, so sit back and be tended to. I got another kiss, this time on the lips after I sat down at the table.

    "This is the way it's going to be, we are both professionals'. She went onto to tell me that she was going to be there until her residency was completed. So between the two of us I was the one that had to change assignments. Go upstairs, or find a place at another hospital, we will both be working long hours, and unpredictable. If I come home and your in bed I get in with you, if you come home and I'm in bed you get in with me. She did let me help her clean up the kitchen and I spent the night with her.

    I changed jobs, went back upstairs and we had a coded word for working late and the bed was always kept warm for her. I was more regular in my hours so I adjusted to her. I got reports from the staff at the ER as to how wonderful she was and she had new earrings. We made love, for some reason when you are a medical professional, it is hard to just 'make love' without getting to technical. I learned and she learned, by the time she was finished with her residency we moved to another area where she got a position with an ER group. The big difference is that we got married. And I took her name. Making me a Mrs.