Were you outed and didn't want to be? Need to talk about your very first time or encounter? Have a question about technique or about safe sex? Whatever it is, lay it all out here. This category is specifically for lesbian stories.

Our Unwise Vacation

This falls into the realm of making poor decisions. My partner and I decided we would go further, farther, into the 'real' Latin America. Out of the glare of the tourist world. We traveled into the highlands, by rented 4 wheel drive, two professional mid thirties women. Very American, stocky, big breasted, blond, Nordic women, in a world of small, short, brown people.

Our car broke down. We were stranded. Our language skills deficient. Our credit cards useless. The small three bedroom hotel refused to rent us one room. Cash in advance, in lieu of cash my gold chain I've had since I was 16. The locals told us, we thought, that they had taken our note to the next town with a garage. Our second big mistake, believing them.

Three days past, the gold chain no longer paid for the room, now it was our camera. The town people followed us, Gullivers in Lilliput. One woman 'washing' our clothes at the public wash held up my bra and the women laughed. We were given hand signs telling us they knew we were 'lesbians', one woman holding up a small rainbow flag from some distant demonstration.

A week, another payment, this time we gave up a diamond ring. We decided to catch the bus that came thru once a week, abandon the rental, get closer to civilization. Back where the bathtub ran hot water, our credit cards worked, we got local currency, the rental car company let us know the starter had been disconnected. We were charged for every day until they took back the car, plus the cost of the mechanic.

We left, poorer, without heirloom j*welry, and our camera. A trip into a world where sheep are fleeced. The only bright spot being the woman with the pride flag, the word is out, pardon the pun.

  • Shamefully Sensitive Nipples

    Ok so. I'm a lesbian. I'm in my 20s. I'm typically a top. I like to fuck women with a strap or with my mouth and fingers. Generally not into being penetrated myself of touched down there. I like to grind on things but thats about it.

    What I am into is nipple play. So much so that I'm embarrassed. I can cum just from my nipples

    My nipples are painfully sensitive. If anything brushes them it feels so ridiculously good and startling idk what to even do. I was cleaning recently and bent down to pick something up, when my shirt brushed my nipple lightly and it felt so crazy I yelped. took my shirt off and rubbed my nips uncontrollably, moaning and whimpering. I couldn't stop til I came.

    my nipples get so hard throughout the day being pressed in my shirt, by the time I get off work they literally ache and playing with them relieves me so much. I fantasize about all kinds of things. I imagine fucking a woman with my strap, while holding her head to my breast and making her suck me. I imagine cuddling in bed while a girl sucks my nipples so softly while we fall asleep. I imagine rubbing my nipples against another girl's nipples who are as sensitive as mine, making each other cum. I imagine two girl, each sucking one of my nipples for hours. These are the sexiest fantasies to me.

    Recently, I finally met someone who respected and understood my desires. she didn't ask to cross any of my boundaries about being penetrated, etc. and loved to suck my nipples. I fucked her with my strap slow but deep and hard, with she rubbed and sucked my nipples. She was obsessed with them. She asked me to rub my nipple on her clit. It felt amazing. She came on my nipple, and in her fucked out slutty haze she grabbed my tit, trying to stuff it in her hole, humping it so hard. Ridiculously sexy. I put my strap back in her and let her suck my nipples for like an hour, she made me have like 3 nipple orgasms.

    Unfortunately this was a one-night stand. I was on vacation. I met her at a bar. This was a one time thing.

    I wish so bad I could find more partners who find my sensitive nipples hot. That's all I want, I want to please the woman I'm fucking of course, any way she likes...but I don't want any stimulation anywhere but my nipples. Furthermore, they are **embarrassingly** sensitive. touch them right and I'm crying and whimpering. Most people don't understand. I just wish I could find someone whos into that. Someone who can understand that the more she sucks them, the harder I'll fuck her. That nipple play is what REALLy gets me going.

    Initiated By Bully Girl

    I had never had any kind of sex, actually was probably very asexual, I really wasn't interested in it. I wasn't attracted to boys that much, though I did find some cute, I'd see pictures of what men did to women sexually and quite frankly the thought of an erect cock pushing into me was not very appealing. I was also not attracted to girls, though the look of a woman or girls body was much more pleasant than the male body.

    I had a bully at school, she was 2 years older, and for some reason always picked on me. She once caught me at the school yard playing by myself behind a wall, and she came over to me. Insulting me constantly I tried to leave but she grabbed me and shove me against the wall. "I'll be you've never even been felt up have you?" she yelled, with that she put her hand down my pants and on my bare pussy. she opened my blouse and pinched the nipples on my flat chest. "No hair on your pussy and no tits, you're worthless aren't you?"

    With that she pulled away, lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties and showed me her hairy pussy. She grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy. She told me to rub it so I did, as I was doing that she started getting really wet between her legs, and moaning. She pulled up her crop top and with no bra shoved one of her rather full tits into my mouth. She hit me on the head and told me to suck.

    That became the norm whenever she found me alone. In the schoolyard after hours or weekends, in the park, anywhere. I tried to avoid her but couldn't always. So probably once every few weeks she'd catch me. She started rubbing me too. It felt good I had to say but I realized later I didn't cum and she was having orgasms when I did it to her. She always slapped me in the face after and told me that I'd better not tell anyone that we have sex. I really didn't think of it as sex though.

    Two years later she and I are paired at summer camp. Needless to say she and I had to get totally naked, by then I had boobs growing, and hair on my pussy. She made me lick her and she did that to me. I had my first orgasm. I had a month of lesbian sex with my bully room mate. By the end, it was clear and I was clear. I liked having sex with a woman, I liked orgasms and I was her girlfriend, she made me say that she was my boyfriend.

    Now at 18, in college I live with my new girlfriend. I've never had sex with a man, still not interested, my bully broke my hymen that first round at summer camp and I did the same for her. I was crying for some unknown reason when she did it, but the deed was done. I enjoy my sex life with women, and plan to continue. All because a bully took me from Asexual to lesbian.

  • Change In Fortunes, Now I'm Bi

    I'm having to change my profile from lesbian to bi. Believe me I never thought it would come to this. I had the proverbial cock jammed down my throat. I gagged, vomited. Embarrassing. To put me in the 'mood' he ate me, and before I could protect myself he crawled on me and shoved it in. Of course it fit and no gagging or vomiting was involved. Until I recognized that I had semen leaking out.

    He, won't recognize my lesbian self, and continues with having me take his cock in my mouth, making me a cock sucker, and crawling all over me and shoving his cock in me, making me his bitch.

    Now I'm bi.

    We Love But Are Not In Love

    i love my current gfs, i have 2, but we are not "in love" with each other. my younger gf will be leaving when she graduates college at the end of the year, this will be almost 2 years we were together. gf 2, her mom, yes, my gfs are mommy daughter, lives i my area, we'll be continuing and that was the idea when her daughter hooked us up.

    any ways, i am not in love with either of them. i'm a lipstick dyke and the are lipstick for me. i have definite expectations on how they should look, and i "make them" the way i want.

    my younger gf had a nice bush when we met, i don't like hairy. i told her to shave it, but she kept putting it off, so one night, i shaved her.

    i got her in the rope bondage i have on the bed, and told her, don't move around, you'll get cut. she was mad about it, but we had great sex that night and she has been bare ever since. her mom is now bare too. when she showed up the first night and had a nice bush going too, i told her: i don't like hairy. the next time she came by, she was smooth and bare. i'm pretty sure her daughter verified i was serious.

    when my younger gf leaves and goes out into the big world to find a job as a nurse, i'll not really miss her, but her mom will be there to take care of me.

    i will miss the 3somes and teasing the mom while i make out with her daughter. or being able to tell my younger that her mom is a better lover--but that is just humiliation play that we do.

    i love her mom and i'm sure she'll come back to visit "mom" from time to time, so her days of being smooth and bare are not over!

    Sammi

    call me a bitch if you want, but i love them both, and they both know i'm not in love with either of them, and they are not in love with me either--we're all just hooking up.

  • First Time Lesbian With A Straight Girl

    It was all fun and games, my girlfriend and I were horny and watching porn. I and she both had boyfriends and were straight, or so I thought. We started kissing, feeling, rubbing etc. Then got on full oral sex. We both liked it but were kind of ashamed, having trouble looking at each other after, but we did it again an hour later. She and I went to full on lesbian sex between us. She stopped it when after a couple of months she felt it was a bad thing to do. She was still fucking her boyfriend, but I had dumped mine.

    I turned lesbian, and love it, she went back to being straight. She told me that guys never made her cum like I did, and she never really liked being pumped by a guy, she felt like she was just being used as a place for them to cum. I tried and tried to keep her but she pulled the religion card and how it's wrong for us to do it.

    A straight girl, turned me on to being a lesbian. I'm glad, she's very sad whenever I see her.

    A Convoluted Life Experience, I Would Not Trade For Anything

    I'm a dual national, American mother. One of five girls, the youngest and only lesbian. I went to college in the Northwest, and became involved in a long term lesbian relationship. It distanced me from my family, and took me into corners I never dreamed of. Two years after college, living in the bay area I ran away back to my family in my birth country. Traumatized by my experience I went into therapy.

    I met a man by accident at a high school reunion, the older brother of a classmate. He ignored the rumors and forced a relationship. In a weak moment he overcame me and I became pregnant. Abortion or marriage, I could not commit abortion, my fate was now in the hands of a man I barely knew. I had a second son back to back, and feared I was again pregnant. My doctor told me I was with twins, this time girls. It crossed my mind more than once that I was in chains, kept in a straight world basement. I had been brought to heel, I now had a master.

    I was just not unhappy, I loved my children like I never imagined, a life in chains was worth every minute with them. I had maids to help with the house, I refused nannies, I took care of my children. I had sisters, plenty of family babysitters. My husband had morphed into this larger than life older male. He wasn't just my husband, he became my rock, my life purpose. I was overwhelmed daily, I had made his children, I was his children's mother.

    I'm older, a mother, a wife, a lesbian. I live with a platonic love for a very, very special lady. I'm my husband's. I can't see a day when he would turn a blind eye to me being carnally involved outside my marriage. These chains, my basement, this man, my husband, my life, my children, how could I ever imagine I would sit here looking back comparing my luck to the horror of my young lesbian existence.

    Pushed Out Into The World

    Truthfully I was sexually immature. I was a high achiever type in school, a low achiever type in the social world. Mommy's girl. I got a job at an office, my mom pushed me out. I suffered and a woman recognized my social anxieties and paired me up with Angela. Angela came of uncertain origin, primarily Hispanic, her grandfather white European. Her grandmother Aztec. Her father was a flash in the pan, her mother claimed he was white. But unlike me, she was really poor compared to me. I was drawn to her with a desire to hold her and protect her.

    Angela was very sexually aware, she had grown up in a world where sex started in junior high. Even the ugly fat girls had sex. The only ones who didn't were out and out lesbian types. Sex between girls isn't sex, sex is male female, preferably a real man, not with boys. A real different world and I listened and crossed my legs from the feelings I got from her stories of sex with mother's and older sister's boyfriends. But holding her face in my hand she confessed that what she talked about happened to other girls, she didn't know why boys made her sick at the stomach. And two girls from the other sides of the world found themselves kissing.

    At first sex was imitating boy girl sex, which pretty much meant she played the boy sex role. But without penetration, it was frustrating. I screamed inside for penetration, she screamed inside because for her there was no way, she was totally frustrated. At least for me it was easy to resolve, for her impossible. We HAD to revert to lesbian sex like we saw on porno sites.

    That woman at work who put us together saw us both for what we were. An experienced lesbian dom she shoved us into our first lesbian relationship. We learned by doing. I have an ever present picture in my mind of the first time she stood naked above me. Broad shoulders, high pecs, flat stomach, and a pronounced vulva, long square jaw. Whatever parentage she had, she got all the testosterone. She made me tremble in anticipation. For the record, I have never traded sides, and remain a 'virgin'.

    Long Time Coming Back Home

    When I was very young, just starting puberty a girl I knew who was 3 years older at 16 made love to me. Lesbian love that was so incredible. I came multiple times, and enjoyed reciprocating with her as well. That lasted about 3 years and she went away to college. I tried with one girlfriend but had to back off, it never got beyond kissing and feeling our tits under bras, and pussy over panties. Then I met my first boyfriend and got fucked. It was rushed, he didn't know what the hell he was doing, I got nothing from it except a miscarriage.

    I did have other men, and sex was good, my first girl got married, and was playing housewife till her divorce. She moved back here, and quite by accident we met at a coffee shop. It was her again, and she explained her divorce and moving back. I mumbled around not having a boyfriend who measured up and though we took it slow, after some time we dated. Even then it was dating, dinners, movies, picnics, museums etc. After another month she asked if I wanted to stay overnight since it was so late.

    In her bed, it was magic all over again. I felt loved and sexed up at the same time. I had shave my pussy hair, she was still with a very thick dark brown bush. She asked that I grow mine back and I am.

    It was a long time, but I know we are both where we need and want to be. We've talked about coming out to our families and friends, not sure when we'll take that plunge, but I know everyone must suspect since I've moved in with her. Even my sister and mother remarked that my clothes are in her room.

    I'm very content . . . FINALLY

  • Taming And Controlling My Behavior

    I was fourteen with a girl from down the block when I kissed her. I was a feeling I couldn't control. I forced her top open and grabbed her boobs and kissed and sucked on them while I grabbed her between the legs. I got her pants off and ate her. I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. I finally grabbed her so I could rub my clit against her and finished in an orgasm that pretty much knocked me out.

    I became a very aggressive top and kissed a lot of girls by the time I finished high school. I dressed so I could rub my clit. I got a job at a department store working in security for this butch lesbian. My job was to dress and look like I was shopping to catch teen shoplifters. I loved my job. I loved busting shoplifters.

    I started to work out seriously and I was a baby bodybuilder. I hated being topped by this older girl who had been body sculpting for five years, but she was just too strong for me. She kept herself completely smooth and her little pussy lips and big clit made me laugh. She ate me and wanted me to wax for her. My clit was 100 percent inside, it only came out when I had sex and was really aroused. Passive sex didn't work the same way, but my clit did become very sensitive. With my pussy waxed I started to concentrate on my thighs. My pussy became my focus.

    Between my security job, body building and forced into the bottom role I became much more passively aggressive and I took advantage of younger girls for sex where I could act out my aggression. I was also on testosterone. That's when I ended up in therapy with this man recommended by my boss at work. My therapist was a man. I had never been with a man talking about sex. A man who looked at me like a wolf, I knew the first day I went to him that he was going to fuck me.

    He got me off testosterone. And made me grow my bush back, grow out my hair. He put me in feminine clothes and made me go out like that. Soft feminine panties and bras, summer dresses, sandals. I could shave my underarms and legs and softly trim my pubes. At the department store one if the beauticians worked on make up and softening my look, until I was dressed, made up and looked like a total fem. Then he fucked me. Showed me what a top can really do.

    I'm a natural aggressive butch. I don't prey on younger girls now. I have a strong willed artist for a lover. We live in Santa Fe, her art world, and I'm a PT at the gym. I'm in shape and wear the outfits, my clients are mostly lesbians. There are a lot of aggressive butch lesbians here so I blend into the background. We are private and for when I feel like I need to be a girl, I have my outfits and makeup and a wig. I get dressed up and we go out into the world. Soft panties make me walk funny. It's part of my therapy. Don't ask me why, but it gets rid of my frustrations.