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.

My Path

When I sprouted my tits my mother told me that guys liked tits on a girl. She never mentioned that girls liked tits on a girl. At least I liked tits on a girl. Post puberty all girls had tits, even girls who were flat had tits, at least that is the way I saw it in the showers after PE. A girls washing her tits was an instant turn on. I dreamt about this one girl, nice tits, but she was also pretty. I dreamt about getting her pregnant. In my dreams I 'fucked' her.

Moving forward ten years I was working for a company and one sunny spring day I went with several other girls to try this new deli. Our manager came with us, he drove us. After a sandwich we got some ice cream. I was sitting on a bench with him, watching people come and go and he caught me staring at this girl. He watched me before asking me if I liked girls. I laughed.

That night in my bed I had to confront what he had said. I only liked girls, and some girls drove me crazy. I had never acted on these feelings, except to masturbate about them. I was 24 and I never had a sexual experience. He didn't let it go, he pushed me, asked me what kind of girls I liked, was I into tits or ass, or both, and of course pretty. He told me that he liked girls too, the difference was he could fuck them, I would never experience that feeling.

The week passed and one day, we were now on friendly terms about me liking girls, he asked me if I wanted to know what it felt like to be 'fucked' like a woman. He took me to a motel room. With very little foreplay, he inserted his dick in me. Once inside he asked me if I was ready to get pregnant.

The whole experience of being a woman, sexual intercourse, pregnancy, child birth were all novel, an experience I had never considered. Now I was for better or worse a girlfriend and mother. He was generous with money, but attention was always tied to demonstrating affection. He was never satisfied, he wanted sex all the time, sex and getting me pregnant again. Until I relented.

After five years I told him I was more in love with a girlfriend than I was with him. He was upset and angry when I went to live with my girlfriend. Yes, I missed his affections, but I also starve for sharing affections with my girlfriends.

He continues to give me financial support.

  • Bagmag Lady Fakcya

    Are girls and men “not allowed?” If not, how come? OK
    I recently found out about the world of cucks and I seem to resonate with the term the most as far as kinks. She made videos, being used like a cum dump as soon as she was of legal age.. so, adickting is an understatement. Her boyfriend was a close friend of mines, although I never crossed the line I’d wonder “how nasty is she?” She seemed shy but shy means more then not, stay away for really BAD reasons.

    He, from what he told me, couldn’t be with her because he asked her “is this you?” On a well known porn site and she denied, denied, denied. Stressful - obviously, so they broke up and we as men, had fun but in the back of my mind I still wondered about his little juicy booty girlfriend honestly. Im human, and before I knew it - I was fucking her every weekend, loyally without knowing or doubting what he said was true.

    We got serious, obvious that due to the outcome of last times - she hated to even admit that even as a friend, took dick in her face or whatever the case may be.
    I only a few months ago, realized how hard it was to fully satisfy a girl who’s seen and done soooo much nasty and shameless things like her. We were close but basically, if I cheated with 20 girls shekmale as, occupational reasons MAINLY, cheated with 200!!! I thought I was so horrible because I’d be out late night, smoking with my friends while she was pregnant and she finally showed me these beautiful videos of her getting cum all inside of her holes with pure perfection in the crazy, I know, fucked up - selfish insane scenario. She would tell me “I’m sorry, you’re so good in bed that you deserve this pussy to yourself.” But, she always needed a dock while I was at work or after I’d fill her up, she’d call her side dudes to see who wanted to get her goooood loving right after me. We all knew, some accepted it - some hated it

    a) so both ladies and men too, what is allowed or nowt?

    B) And at what point do you draw a line? Are they understanding or do they have no boundaries afterwards?

    and c) do you get more jealous or turned on by it? I want ti hear stories of people that have great reasons to like of dislike the facts at hand, we all have burning fkn desires inside

    My Forever Best Friend And Girlfriend

    My best friend and me are so close you can't see sunlight between us. In college I met my now husband. My best friend wasn't luckily and remained single. Best friends have to look after each other. For all these years we have stayed close, so close my husband has to work hard to tear us apart.

    Sometimes we snuggle on the couch under a blanket, sometimes we caress our faces while we kiss, sometimes we kiss our nipples, and my husband says we kiss our tutus. He says, he should know, he's the one pulling us apart.

  • My Little Lesbian Story

    I grew up when magazines were the main outlet for porn. I worked a retail store for home furnishings, but it was also a store that sold porn and sex toys by mail order. The 'sex' business was in the back of the warehouse, with a few employees. I did their payroll, and I knew about the business.

    At the same time the owner's daughter worked in sales for the hone furnishings. One afternoon she invited me to her apartment. A round bed, mirrors on the walls and ceiling, paintings of naked women. When the lights were turned off the the eyes, lips, nipples and pussy slits glowed in the dark. She lay on the bed, patting the bed, for me to join her. She admitted she much preferred women, no dick to get you pregnant.

    We 'made love', 'screwed', 'fucked', 'had sex' on that round bed, watched lesbian sex on a VHS tape, we went thru lesbian magazines of naked girls, triple x stuff, lots of open pussy. She read erotic passages, slowly, kissing me. It was my first experience with lesbian eroticism. Lowered lights, orgasms, vibrators, dildos. We became close friends and exclusive lovers. I wasn't aware that I had become lesbian.

    On a Saturday afternoon she read me a letter, thanking her for her submission. She had sent a short story about lesbian girls, based on our relationship and exaggerated descriptions of our sexual behaviors.

    It's been a lot of years from when we were young and beautiful. All we have are our memories. The mirrors on the wall and ceiling are gone, so are the red lights and round bed in the bedroom. We are a couple of older ladies who go on cruises, and spend time in our cabin on the peninsula. Sometimes at night when the lights are out we close our eyes and relive our love story.

    We have at our cabin some of those old magazines and sex toys. What do we do with them? One day someone will put our things together, and find these memories in boxes in the garage there.

    From The Very First Day I Told Her I Was Pregnant The Spark Was There

    I got pregnant with a married man from work. He talked to his wife about them keeping the baby and she became the one making decisions about where I went, to what doctor, my diet and generally everything. When the birth came, she was there to 'receive' the baby. After the birth she decided that it was best for me to nurse, instead of milking and providing milk that way.

    At the adoption she asked me if that is what I really wanted, she wasn't listening to her husband, she wanted me to decide. Either way she promised they would be financially responsible, for me and the baby. "Don't you love your baby more than anything?" and "I can't take your baby from you". So the adoption didn't happen and I kept the baby and they helped support me and the baby.

    A little over a year later she became pregnant and she leaned on me during the entire pregnancy. She had me sit with her and show her how to nurse and how to take care of the baby. She wanted me to stay home with her while she nursed and that way we would save on day care. With her friends she was open about us having sibling babies and how we were raising them together. We weren't just friends, we were baby mamas of the same father.

    She elected to stay home and not return to work and my baby stayed with her. I went to her house everyday to drop off my baby and to pick her up in the evening. I sat with her for an hour listening to all her stories about the babies. One day, she looked at me and asked me if I would do something with her. Let's get pregnant together, experience the ultimum in togetherness and motherhood. Babies together, nursing together, raising our kids together.

    We got pregnant, he didn't object and we had babies ten days apart. We nursed them together and experienced how motherhood had been all throughout history. Two women side by side with babies in their bellies, babies on their tit, and babies growing up as brother and sister.

    We are in our mid thirties now and closer than ever. Our kids are in school and she is the homemaker and I work outside the home. Our baby daddy lives with his new wife and they have a baby of their own. Becoming intimate was a process over time, until it was unavoidable.

  • A Marriage Of Convenience To Stay And Deep Love For My Girlfriend

    As a foreign student, on a scholarship, my friend's group in college were other foreign students on scholarships. Birds of a feather flock together. Our contacts with regulars were in class or class projects. From my second year I shared a room with two other girls, I slept in the double bed with another girl, and the other girl slept beside us on a single bed. Space was tight, and the little bathroom had a small shower and small sink and small toilet. We had a small front room, with an old couch that came with the apartment and small table and small kitchen area. We shared everything, from toothpaste to left over pizza. Once it was in the apartment it belonged to all of us.

    My bedmate was from Taipei, she was studying biology and wanted to be a scientist. My other roommate was from Mexico and she wanted to be an activist. And me, I was a journalism major and did not want to return to my country. For the five years I was at college I never returned home, and I saw my parents only once. My family were my two roommates. I slept with my bedmate for four years, and when she left to go back to Taipei I was lost and hurt. I had managed a one year training assignment with a big city newspaper, it paid a little but not enough to live on. I moved to Austin and shared an apartment with another girl, she was a graduates student from a town in 'west' Texas. I couldn't sleep alone, I had to sleep with her and I pushed myself into bed with her until she accepted me, warning me that it didn't mean anything.

    With her I wanted to kiss her, I forced myself on her and she would get angry for not letting her sleep but she got used to me kissing her and grabbing her 'tits' with my arms around her. I rubbed myself against her have orgasms, and she answered by asking me if I was 'done' because she needed her sleep. I ate her pussy, with her legs wide open, and the taste of her after she showered. I kissed her in public at a pizza place and she told me not to do that, but she held my hand while we waited in line. When I grabbed her at night to make love with her she asked if I really had to do that. I did, I really had to do that. I didn't interpret it that way, but I was in love with her and she wasn't far behind either.

    After a morning of eating pussy, Saturdays when we didn't have to go to class was the day we showered and I ate pussy until I just couldn't, she asked me why I did that. What was it that made me want to do that. I told her that I just had to. She told me that if I had to, but really? had I ever thought about a boyfriend? I told her no, not ever. All I thought about was being with her.

    But my year went by fast and I didn't get an offer to stay on with the paper and I had to face returning to my country. She was upset about it, as upset as I was, and she asked her brother to marry me so that I could stay. He agreed and after six weeks we were married, it had to be a real marriage with pictures and everything, and no one except the three of us knew it was a marriage of 'convenience'. But one night, after the Super Bowl party that year, he wanted more than convenience and I was forced to allow him. It was so blah, so unnecessary, I went back to her and told her to tell him that was once, but never again. She told him, but he didn't listen.

    I turned 28, five years after marrying him, and I had two children and we lived in a modern house in a middle class neighborhood. The Moms got together to talk about their kids and to share recipes and Church and the Dad's got together to watch football or baseball, and in good weather to cook outdoors and drink beer. Or as in my husband's case, to talk about cars. I can summarize it like this, standing in the doorway with a baby in my arms and my other one holding my leg while my husband talked to a friend showing off his new car in the driveway.

    My girlfriend never married, she is my 'best' friend, it is all in the family anyway. We have matured and our love for each other is deeply like loving your sister. We kiss, because we do kiss, all the time. It seems that kissing has replaced lovemaking. She lives in a townhouse not far from us and she visits often, every day really. Sometimes we watch a movie together, sometimes she spends the night when my husband is traveling. Sometimes, when she spends the night, we take a late night bath together and she offers herself for me.

    Submitted To Be Mated For The Benefit Of The Viewers

    At my new job I met Christine. A farm girl, who raised lambs in college. I'm allergic to anything wild, and going to the livestock shows was something surreal. She has a friend, Martha, who raises horses and her mare had come into heat and she needed to be mated. Usually it's all artificial, but for my benefit they set up a live mating.

    Watching that stallion rise on to her back, that firehose horse cock shoved inside her, brought out the heat inside me. All the animals in the barnyard need mating, working with friends that raise males, parties were arranged to presence the mating. All women, females, watching the males mate the females was a lesson avoided, why then were we all lesbians.

    Our heat was just as real, heat that was attended to by another female, is not mating. A man was suggested up to take care of my natural inclinations, and they would watch me mated. It was the beginning of a brave new world. Pushing the female onto males. The man chosen was random, unaware he was a show pony, for the benefit of the showing.

    Being the 'new' girl I was chosen, in a high ceiling condominium, with a two way mirror. He came to earn his pay, I lay there waiting. A man pulling himself on top of me, cameras recording. It wasn't acting, the 'penetration' was real, my surprise unrehearsed for the viewing public. Before it was over, my innards reacted. Mating is supposed to be a natural phenomenon. Female to male, the question is which one is the aggressor?

    She Brought Out My Lesbian Girly Girl And Put The Boy Away For Good

    Some men had a feminine side, well so women have a masculine side. When having sex I wanted to 'fuck'. To thrust, but alas I have to come down to earth and accept that with my itty bitty little clit I couldn't do what I wanted to do. I wondered sometimes if that's how men with micropenises feel.

    Somewhere between starting college and finishing college I started acting out my masculine side. I got my hair cut like a boy's, I bought boy clothes and shoes. I started swaggering like a boy, boots helped with that. Except that I'm a boy's size, I'm 5' 1" and weigh 120# soaking wet. Not quite a man.

    Well the day came when I had to deal with my fantasy. I went to lunch with a bunch of 'broads' and one of them told me that I needed to accept myself for who I was. Start with wearing a bra, And second, what's with 'standing' when you pee? Just sit down and go like the rest of us. With that she messed up my hair and grabbed me into her 'bosoms' and held me there.

    She took me after the lunch to Target which was near by to buy me real girl underwear, a bra and panties. Since I am so small she took me to the 'preteen' isle and bought me panties with strawberries and unicorns. Some girl clothes and a ribbon for my hair. After she paid for the clothes she took me into the dressing room and stripped me down, 'see nothing but girl there', and had me step into a pair of panties and she adjusted the bra around my nonexistent tits. With a pair of girly pants and top, and girly shoes she walked me out. 'Now, this is how I want you to dress for me'. And with that she pulled me back into her bosoms and kissed me on the lips.

    She is a butch woman with big breasts and she can really put it on you when she wants to make love. She wants a girly girl and she picked me for it. I wear exclusively girly panties and bras and girly clothes and shoes. I wear makeup and pretty earrings and bracelets and necklaces and bows in my hair. She keeps me tightly groomed, she wants to see my girly pussy and titties when she takes off my clothes. She's the 'man' in the relationship and I'm her girlfriend, smothered in her bosoms when she makes love me.

    For some reason when she makes love to me I want to be that girly girl for her. She doesn't want to hear about my life when I let boys fuck me, and how I liked to pretend I was a boy too. Now that's she's figured me out and keeps me between her boobs I'm her girlfriend and I don't have anything to do with boys.

    Finding My True Love But Not Without A Side Trip Through Hell

    As an unapologetic lesbian I found myself broke and homeless after an accident and a breakup. I lived with a friend, God bless her, but it was uncomfortable as I couldn't help with the bills. She said never mind, never mind, but I did mind. She is the lover of a man who keeps her. She's his sugar baby really, and he is her sugar DADDY.

    On one occasion she invited me to join them, but she was sure to tell me that no lesbian stuff with her, it was awkward kissing with me. That meant straight sex with him. Of course it was his idea. I had been frozen out of any physical or intimate contact for way too long and I got in bed with them, he did his thing putting me under, and after he let me go I was turned to her and she let me kiss her. I told her she owed me.

    Well over the next several months, one baby step at a time, she allowed me to kiss her and to bring her in close, tit to tit and nose to nose. I got my hands on her tits and in her pants until she just threw caution to the winds and opened her legs wide for me. After that she claimed that I was turning her into a lesbian. Her boyfriend sensed the shift in her and told her that it was the fastest way for her to be on her own.

    He dumped her for a new model with fake tits and a fake smile. That left us both in looking for low paying jobs and having to move out of his apartment. I got a job working sales at a boutique art store and she got a job working reception at a Chiropractor. He learned about our situation and after meeting me offered to pick up where he prior Sugar Daddy had left off, but on the condition it was a two for one for him. And all the way round, he liked watching women make love.

    It was nasty, demeaning, he had sex with one of us or both of us, but his kink was watching us make love. Like live porn. He had ideas and we acted them out for him. Never had I felt so cheap, but it paid the rent and he loaned us a car. During the year that this Daddy relationship lasted I got fucked so often I didn't know what to do with my vagina. Was it for his dick, or her lips?

    Fortunately it ended. We decided to move, get out of the whole scene. We moved back close to home, and through my high school contacts I got a bookkeeper job and she got a job as a receptionist for a family doctor. No DADDY thing anymore. It was just us two, for the first time ever, only we made love. My vagina was happy, my clit was happy, my tits were happy. Same for her. If I turned her as she says, or broke her inhibitions doesn't really matter. Not anymore.

  • Her Property

    I am in a secret lesbian relationship with the woman who lives in the apartment next door to the one I share with my husband. His work has him on the road a lot, for months at a time, and when he is away, I live with her as her slave.

    As soon as he is gone, I run to her. She is always there waiting for me, sitting regally in her big leather chair like the Queen she is, waiting for her slave to see to her needs. I always wear the same plain shift and nothing else, taking it off as soon as the door is closed behind me and going to my knees, assuming the position she has taught me whenever I present myself to her.

    With my eyes down because I am not allowed to look at her without her permission, I spread my knees as wide as possible, keeping my feet together. I put my hands behind me, crossing my wrists in the small of my back, up high with my back straight so she can see my nakedness. I am always wet, my nipples hard, and I tremble in anticipation for her to approach and put her collar around my throat. Sometimes, she makes me wait for what feels like an eternity, savoring how I fight to not squirm or move in any way.

    When she is ready, she approaches me and stands there caressing my cheek, making me almost purr at her touch. But I don't because I have not been permitted to make so much as a sound. After making me suffer, she will put on my collar, the one she bought just for me. It is black and leather with silver lettering that spells out 'pet,' locking it on with a small padlock to which only she has the key. Hearing that small, very so slight click is all I can do to remain where I am, but I know better, having felt her displeasure when I disobey.

    Attaching my leash to the silver ring on her collar, she will lead me on my hands and knees back to her chair, where she will sit with her legs spread wide. She pulls me close, my lips inches from her pussy, making me breathe in her sweet, sweet scent. She knows how badly I crave her taste and will torture me with it; sometimes, she will keep me there while she watches the news or some other show or maybe enjoys a glass of red wine. It's pure agony but a delicious one that makes me want her even more than I already do. When she finally allows me to taste her, I am voracious, licking and sucking her clit for as long as it takes for her to g*ft me with her delicious juices.

    I stay with her the entire time my husband is gone, naked and collared, serving her every need, both in bed and out. I cook for her and serve her, waiting on my knees at her side while she dines, eating only when she is done, after which she will set a plate of her scr**es on the floor for me to eat like a dog. I bathe her and wash her hair, brushing it before bed, where I please her with my tongue every night. Sometimes, depending on her mood, I am allowed to sleep with her in her bed, but otherwise, I curl up on a futon on the floor without covers, staying close to see to her needs.

    In the morning, I make coffee and bring it to her. She is never happy with how I make it and will make me return to the kitchen several times before she is satisfied. I kept track of how much sugar she would have me put in it and how much creamer, which was never the same. When I did that, I felt guilty for questioning her and told her what I had done, knowing I would be punished. She put nipple clamps on me and weighted clamps on my pussy lips and made me wear them until she was done with her coffee as I stood next to the bed waiting for her next command.

    Sometimes, she has company, another woman or several, and makes me pleasure them, knowing I don't want anyone but her, or will have over a girl and make me watch as she does things to her I want her to do to me.

    I am not allowed to either cum without her permission or before her when she allows. My needs are not important except when it excites her. Sometimes, I won't be allowed to touch myself the entire time I am with her, even for a month or longer. When that happens, she will have me open my bedroom window, which is right next to hers, so she can hear me fucking my husband when he comes home. She loves to hear me moaning and screaming when I cum after so long a time.

    She is very cruel and loves to make me squirm. She will come over when my husband is home and do things behind his back, like pinch my nipples or wet her finger with her pussy juice and make me lick it clean. Or tell me to fuck my husband later but command me not to cum, knowing that I would be unable to obey. The next day, she will call me over to be punished, always telling me what she is going to do to me, whether she is going to give me an intense spanking or something else. She loves it when she sends me home to my husband with my ass red and burning and so sore I can't sit down.

    I have told her I am willing to leave my husband to be her full-time slave but she won't allow it because I want it. I got a really severe spanking for daring to tell her my needs,