Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?

After A Toxic Relationship I Made My Choice For Sanity

I resigned my commission from the Air Force and moved to eastern Oregon for the country and to get my head straight. I met a journalist who was interviewing people about their attitudes. Mine were more along the line of non of your business, my politics weren't her business. But a personal relation developed. I was not interested at that time, and I didn't agree with her politics. But, I gave in and I had sex with her.

I was disappointed in myself. She took it the other way. I wasn't interested, but sex t***ps your hood judgement. She stayed around, leaving from time to time to get her 'fix' in Portland. Each time she came back her politics were more and more extreme. It took a lot to see her again. I decided to break it off.

When she went to Portland the next time. I ran, did not walk, I ran to a friend of mine from my college days. I asked him to marry me, elope right then. He agreed, but only until she left me alone. However long that took.

She took it badly, and dissed me on her social media. And mutual people we knew. Safely married I left Oregon for Ohio where his family is, for a life in the suburbs.

It's been ten years now, I'm still married, I have children now.

  • FIRST TIME OUTDOORS

    How my life has changed but that's for another day. I've been secretly wearing women's clothes for years in the privacy of my own home. Two years ago I felt the desire to take my fetish outdoors. I selected a quiet lane and started out with a white shirt, denium shorts, pink stockings with blue bows held up with a blue suspender belt. I figured from a distance the stockings looked like my legs and the blue accessories would blend with my shorts. I threw a rucksack over my shoulder which contained a red skirt just incase. Walking along the track I became aware od a young man behind me. I slowed to see if he would pass but he kept his distance. For some unknown reason I bent over to pick a flower showing off my ass. Walking again I came across a picnic bench and sat looking over the fields. The man came over and asked if I needed any company. Sat at my side he complemented me on my outfit saying it would've looked even better with a skirt. I told him I had one in my bag. He talked me into putting it on. I looked round then removed my shorts. his eyes focusing on the bulge in my pink panties then I slid into the skirt. I felt an amazing rush as I sat back down. The skirt had ridden up not only my stocking tops were on view but also my panties so I crossed my legs which only served to expose my thigh. 'May I'. I nodded. His hand stroked my thigh as he asked if I was ok. I wasn't really but said nothing. All of a sudden he was kneeling in front of me his hands making there way over the tops into my panties and squeezing my bum cheeks. I went to get up and as soon as my knees parted his mouth was blowing warm air through my pants onto my cock. I remember saying that I should go. He moved his mouth from my panties and one hand from my bum which found it's way into the top of my knickers, 'The word for NO is RED'. He must have read my mind ,I needed to refuse his advances and this allowed me to do so. His fingers were at the root of my shaft. 'Please stop, you shouldn't', I whimpered. He smiled as he exposed my cock and grabbed my shaft starting to stroke it. I looked down to see my foreskin retracting and as soon as my gland was fully revealed his lips clamped around it. 'OHHHH I want you to stop, please stop'. Sensations so intense wreaked havoc with my masculinity. 'Do you want me to stop'. NO, NO KEEP GOING', I pleaded. This stranger was giving me something I didn't even know I needed. My hand was on the back of his head as I fed him dinner. I watch as his tong darted all over my cock and testicles, no semen wasted. He walked me back to my car squeezing my arse and calling me a slut. Before we parted I gave him a risky blow job by the car and he gave me his number.

    This Is As Close As I've Been To Coming Out

    I have always acted a straight life. However, I have probably been with as many men as women in bed. There's probably not much I haven't done sexually. My favourite sex is with both sexes at once. I love being fucked unprotected and the feeling of cum shooting inside me usually makes me cum without being touched. It is amazing cumming without touching while a cock is filling my ass. I also love sucking cocks and drinking cum. The things that I don't enjoy are kissing or fucking a guy.my dick goes soft if I do either of these. I love anal with girls, but guys bums aren't a turn on at all. Im attracted to cock and sex, not guys. I will talk about sex with a girl non stop with a guy if he's interested. I do this in the hope that I can turn him on enough to start with mutual masturbation. Then I talk about sucking cock, hoping that he will let me suck him off. Then I offer to sit on it so they can cum Inside me. Or they can choose my mouth. I don't care if I don't get my cock sucked if they agree to fuck me, because I usually cum when they do.
    I've fantasised about coming out and having a gay relationship. I have had long term male sex partners, but it was always a secret. I think I like girls too much. I still wank thinking about cumming in my sister. I feel worse about that because I feel it was my best sex. We fucked for 3 years and kept it secret. I fucked her daily but got no head or anal. Even though I have lost count of both men and women since, cumming inside my biological sister's horny wet pussy was by far the best. We rarely kissed, but the sex felt so perfect. She was a hot sexy slut back then. Now She's a grandmother. I had a threesome with my sister and a mate in the early days. He couldn't believe We were fucking when we told him and wanted to see. That all started because my sister wanted to fuck him, but didn't want to hook up. She got her way. Years after we had stopped I was about to marry my wife, when I decided that I needed to confess. It was a risk because they were close friends, my sister was a bridesmaid at our wedding. I was confident my wife was understanding and wouldn't end It because of my confession. I also needed to have someone other than my sister know my past. I don't know why. I just had to confess. After sitting her down and explaining things she began to laugh and seemed relieved. She thought I was trying to tell her I had a mistress or a double life. I thought this was bad enough. She said every brother and sister fool around, even she had with her brother. Shocked I said, You and John fucked? She said, No, but we did stuff neither of us would ever tell another soul. It was clear she was including me there. I still don't know a single detail. So she was very interested in hearing stories about me with my sister. It seemed to turn her on. Somehow she had a doubt I was being honest and brought it up in front of my sister to see if it was as I was saying. My sister was shocked and I immediately apologised and said she won't tell, I only just told her because we're getting married. My wife said. It's true. My sister looked at me then her an nodded. My wife said. Prove it! Fuck each other now. I want to watch. We both said no. It was all in our past and we hadn't done anything for years. My wife said either that's about to change or else. My wife is a demanding pushy woman that likes to get her way. My sister said I have a proper boyfriend now, what about him? Are you offering you boyfriend to me my wife asks. My sister said of course not he's too straight. I meant what if he finds out? My wife said doesn't he work until closing time? My sister said yes. My wife said, that's over 4 hours from now. Do you need longer than that to fuck your brother? Come on. I want to watch. My wife insisted. I looked at my sister and she looked back rolling her eyes. She's serious I said. Obviously. My sister replied she brought it up. She's probably turned on by the thought. I said, I will if you want. She said, I have a boyfriend. I don't want him to find out about our past he won't accept it. I said I would never tell. My sister said, quickie? I hadn't heard her say that for years. I said let's not dissappoint. My sister stripped off and got on my wife's bed. I was already hard and had my pant's off in a flash I mounted my sister in missionary position and she was wet already, so we began fucking. My wife said, I'm joining in, then began stripping off but I had already started to cum. Before she was naked I had filled my sisters pussy with cum. My sister had a little orgasm too,but tried to hide it. My wife, jaw wide open, just said, Wow! That was hot! You guys had a good hot fast fuck and it was amazing to watch. I wasn't even jealous, she said. She tapped me on the back asking, can you go again? We then had a proper threesome for a good hour. Then agreed to neither repeat it or discuss it again. So that's what happened. I can't work out what to call myself, so straight it is.

  • My Son Is Turning 20. He Was Turning 2 When I Came Out To His Father

    So I'm coming out completely. I am a lesbian. OK. I was in high school when my golf coach 'licked my clit'. It was unwelcome and unplanned. She told me she knew I was going to like it and she got me neutralized and licked my clit and ate me out. The thing I remember most was how much I gushed, she commented on it and her face was wet from her chin to her forehead. After eating me she said I had the best pussy ever and not to let an asshole fuck me.

    I was left with this unfilled feeling. I pressed my fingers down on my clit and rubbed and rubbed. I stuck my fingers in my vagina. I tried and tried to get off, but I wasn't doing it right. As soon as I got to that moment I quit, I didn't follow through. I have a cousin who is a year older than me, and he was my 'best friend' at the time. I told him about what my coach had done and I couldn't settle down. He put his whole hand in my pussy and pressed me as hard as he could. He told me that I had to be fucked. Sorry, but that is what I had coming for messing around with my coach. He fucked me. Like fucked me. No pretreatment, no foreplay, nothing. Just stuck his dick in me and fucked me until he came in me. He fucked me twice. Once with my clothes on and the second time he stripped me naked. Both time he came in me. That's how immature we were, and inexperienced.

    I have always been very impulsive. I was walking around like the cat that ate the canary and my mother asked me what I had done. I broke down and told her my cousin had fucked me. I didn't tell her about my coach that afternoon. My mother went into medical mode, where, how long, did he cum in you. I told her I didn't know, he fucked me twice, but I didn't know. She asked me if he had shot out his semen on me, on my stomach, did he? No. She was upset. She knew right then that I had been fucked and I has semen in me. And I was very vulnerable to being pregnant. Mother's know when your cycle is, she knew. And she knew that young men are very potent at that age, volumes of cum and very active swimmers, swimming right up to you ovaries. She didn't say it in a mean way 'your going to be pregnant'.

    I kept my mouth shut about my coach that started it all up. I spent the pregnancy at home, with a visiting teacher. I had a normal delivery and a boy at that. I called him Arthur, but I didn't like Art. My mom made sure I kept my vagina to myself and away from my cousin. She also knew that my cousin was going to fuck me again, men always do. As soon as possible after giving birth I had an IUD implanted. That did not mean I could fuck. But just in case.

    My cousin had been kept off of me for the entire pregnancy and now that I was back to normal he wanted me again. He has wolf eyes, that's what my mother said. And you my dear are the sheep. It was in the afternoon, my mother was at work and I was tending to the baby. He came over to see his son. But pussy was on his mind. He made me suck his dick but that wasn't enough, lay back and take it was more like it. The man has come for his woman, the wolf for his lamb. He fucked me. Only this time it was a real fuck, grabbing tits and ass, and kissing and fingering me first to get me wet enough. This time I was hot, and he fucked me, he was hot too. This time my brain got twisted around.

    My mother decided we should get married, before another 'accident' happened. My mother wasn't so sure about it, but better married than getting pregnant again being single. Plus, who would know 20 years later that I married him after having his son. It was a small ceremony, close family and friends. No one was fooled, I held my son in my arms when we got married. I had never experienced love for a man, but now I was supposed to feel it down to my bones. I went full on wife and talked about it with my mother and my older relatives (women). I didn't need to talk about how he made love. It was already obvious that he made love with me.

    I went to nursing school. It was an LVN program in our county. I met a girl there and she was a 'clit licker'. As long as I didn't tell, no one would be the wiser. Every time I had a clit licking contest with her I went home and forced my husband to fuck me, and make it count. He could tell that something was bugging me, and after one such fuck, I confessed to licking clit with my college friend. I remember praying when I was a child. That night I fell to my knees beside the bed and prayed again, but instead of looking up to heaven I looked up to my husband for forgiveness. I wasn't ashamed. I was a lesbian coming out to my husband.

    My First Year Was Our Lesbian Year In The Sorority

    As a new sorority member the new girls had to show how big a dick they could take. For that you gad to bring an everyday thing to insert in your vagina, up to your cervix. Examples were Coke bottle, or some similar object. All I could think of was a hot dog, a big one.

    Each girl had to strip naked, tits and all. Most girls were groomed, but a couple weren't. We started by squatting and either sitting on our object, or inserting it with our hands. It was filmed by several of the older girls, records to prove later everyone volunteered.

    The videos were shared. Every girl in the sorority knew what your boobs looked like, what your bush looked like, what a home spun dildo looked like shoved in your vagina.

    Our first semester was our trial semester. Kissing other girls, touching other girls. eating other girls. This was sorority training for lesbians. If you met your other girl, then you were one lucky lesbian. I slept with several girls, some upperclassmen. Until one declared we were girlfriends.

    After my first year I didn't continue. Like a lot of other girls we met some guy, and it was a lot better than a hot dog. Even that sausage I used for our initiation.

  • Taking A Chance

    I've fancied my friend for ages. He's tall, strong and very assertive. He had this idea that we should have a porn night. Well I was up for it naturally and when he said it should be fancy dress, well my head was spinning. The night arrived and I turned up at his house wearing a rain coat and face mask. I let myself in and was greeted by a 'WOW'. His outfit consisted of a 70's porn star look and I was stood in front of him wearing 6'' red heels. He walked up to me and took my coat. I was stood there dressed as a naughty school girl, white stockings, a pleated skirt and blouse. His eyes were on stalks and I knew the gamble had paid off. I walked into the room before him jiggling my ass and went to sit down. I crossed my legs deliberately showing off my stocking tops. I could tell he liked what he saw but wasn't getting the attention I wanted. 'Well if you don't like my outfit I can change', I quietly said. That did the trick his arm was around my waist and hand rubbing my cock, I mean clit. It wasn't long before my clit was on view and he was teasing it. Then his dominant nature appeared, his cock was out and gulp I was expected to give oral which I did enthusiastically. Not long after I was thrown over the arm of the chair and was expected to become his hole. The initial penertration was tricky however he soon assumed a steady rhythm. I felt full as he grabbed my waist and bred me. I realised he was about to cum and meekly asked him to spank me. Pulling on my hair he fucked me, spanked me and emptied himself into me. I never got to see the film but did witness the extinction of my masculinity.

    I Woke Up Very Slowly, I Think I'm Awake Now

    My high school days were miserable, never fit in, never had a best friend. College wasn't much better, except I didn't have to deal with my mother. I took a job after college far enough away to justify my own apartment. My life was lonely, no one hung out with me.

    I frequented this neighborhood diner on Sunday. I was never a church goer. The woman behind the counter was polite but distant. One Sunday after the usual she asked me where I lived. She was interested where people lived who came there. When I told her my complex she said she lived there too, what apartment?

    The long and short of it, she was that woman who accepted her feelings, I was that woman who denied them. She was forty plus, I was twenty plus, a twenty year difference. Her hands were sure of themselves, she had lots of practice. My hands and fingers were slow and tentative. Her kiss was firm, my answer was unsure and frightened. That first time, that experience is hard to put into words.

    I am now in my thirties, with a girlfriend I met at work. We are moving to New Mexico where she grew up with goats and the desert. I'm the one who is a city girl, but I'm looking forward to a new experience. The hospital is a lot smaller than I'm used to. More intimate. Another opportunity to learn about myself, but now I have a girlfriend.

    I Want To Believe I'm Getting Older Not Changing Who I Am

    I never thought I would be attracted to a man. After being an out lesbian for ten years it caught me by surprise. I tell myself it's an intellectual thing. But it quickly turned into physical and intimate. Waking up beside a man was emotional.

    This affair resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. I was 33. The idea of caring for an infant was frightening. But I persevered, it was my turn, so put up and shut up. My relationship with my child's father was coming to an end. I agreed to mutual custody, child support. But I wasn't divorced. I was a single an unmarried. How did I fit in?

    He wasn't out of my life. Every decision went through him. Every day was planned with him. I have an overhang of feelings. Sometimes I reach up to him for a kiss when I see him. I don't want to admit he's taken hold of me. I can't separate myself from him . Our child is an excuse.

    Discovering The Forbidden Fruit

    I got married during my junior year in college. It was an all of a sudden thing, we eloped really. I continued in school after he graduated and then went and joined him where he was working. I met this girl there, Vicky, who a friend of his from his work. I could see and feel the chemistry that oozed between them and asked my husband if he had been seeing her while I was in school.

    After several conversations about what he had been doing I asked if he preferred her to me. He was ambivalent and wouldn't commit. I didn't feel the the marriage commitment all that strong and I wasn't feeling any fits of jealousy. Frankly I thought she was a real good looking girl and I proposed a ''fuck off'' for him. Fuck us both and see which one he wanted to keep. At the same time, same room, That way he could appreciate our feminine goods and contrast and compare until he made up his mind.

    Getting Vicky to agree took some time. She wasn't like me, she wasn't interested in that kind of competition. But I talked her into it, what was the worst that could happen, we would have some fun and see if he was the man he pretended to be. How long could he keep it up, and I was interested in seeing her naked myself. I confess, I was never sure which was better, and Vicky was a girl I would have liked to try it on with.

    He huffed and he puffed and we blew him until his eyes were crossed. We ate pussy too, lots and lots of pussy, once we got started we couldn't stop. We didn't care what he wanted to do, we were in it for ourselves at that point. Once you kiss a girl like that you cannot stop. There is a little engine inside of you that drives what you want, and in a set up like that, it was pretty obvious that he was the distraction, not us.

    His ego was broken, his manhood wounded. We told him he had a nice dick and all that but his dick just didn't matter to us that night. We found out just what the forbidden fruit was and it is more about our feminine goods that his masculine dick. We never did tell him that he couldn't have what he wanted from us, alone or together, if he could get us to want his dick then he could make that happen. But for those months after I moved after college it was really about me and Vicky discovering for ourselves that a dick doesn't matter. What we wanted, was more of what we saw in the mirror than what he swung around trying to impress us.

    I'm still married and have a couple of rug rats of my own. Vicky and I didn't so much as work ourselves silly, as we fell into a zone of comfort that is still going strong. Who I want to sleep with? well sleep is one thing, but I do sleep better after Vicky has shown me what she really wants, than when he shows me his prowess with his light saber. She is my best friend, and she stays the night over more than she goes home. Vicky just isn't into the light saber thing anymore.

  • I Am Ready To Go Conventional And Get Married

    I was accused of sexual harassment of a coworker. It was a club thing, I really thought she was receptive, but she accused me of sexual advances, with a kiss on the lips. HR referred me to an executive, who had me stand while he read me the riot act. Because it didn't happen at work, but because we did work together and I am a couple of rungs her senior, he had to talk to me, and encourage me to keep my hands to myself. He asked me why I would do that, I answered "I'm a dyke, I want to have a chance with her".

    Maybe because of the issue, that I told him outright I am a dyke lesbian, the ice between us melted away. When I was under a migraine head ache I asked if I could go home early. But not before he told me that the cure to migraines was to get pregnant. He overstepped his boundary, referring to my female condition, and suggesting I get pregnant was forward and unwarranted. And he was mire than aware I am a lesbian. I decided to let it pass. A few days later I asked how getting pregnant was going to help my migraines. His answer was that my body needed to get pregnant. Nature was calling.

    In six months our office was closed and we were unemployed because of the pandemic. We tried getting a job, he got some consulting. He called me, use this time to get pregnant, come live with him and he would take care of it for me. I walked into it with my eyes open, I went to him so he could get me pregnant. As the pandemic effects continued and being in my early pregnancy I was still unemployed, he encouraged me to get my act together, get out of my lease, and move in with him.

    He told me I could continue to play the lesbian card or give that up for the baby. It's now three years since my baby was born. I live with him, and he hired that girl to see what happened. Like my original instinct she is also lesbian, and he lets us keep things in house. I want to marry her, I just need his permission and blessing. I want that more than anything. She wants his blessing too. I don't have a father and her father is distant and doesn't have a relationship with him. We want him to walk us down the isle and give us his blessing. Afterall, he is at the center of our relationship.