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Lesbian Female / 27

A Rant Against The Unending LGBT Crybaby Tantrum

Is it too much to complain here?

I'm what you might call a lesbian, but maybe I'm not. I have never had a crush or 'need' from a man for sexual attention. My dreams have always involved other females, girls and women as I grew older. I most definitely have a preference, athletic, taller than me, assertive. Butch, dyke. I am a pleaser, the youngest sister I was both spoiled and got along by pleasing my parents and my siblings.

I am feminine. I like being soft and dress nice. I gravitate towards colors and flowers. I like to be accessorized and my hair cut nice, definitely not masculine. I'm a bit of a tease with the right girl, and prefer to be on my back being made love to, as opposed to being the one taking the initiative. I have only ever made love with another woman and am scared of a man having sex with me. I'm 27 and have a college degree in Fine Arts from a Major State University.

So, what am I complaining about. This headlong attack on everyone by the LGBT vocal community. Back off! You are not me. You do not represent me. You make me life difficult. I met you in college, I didn't have anything to do with you then and I don't want to have anything to do with you now. Flying a stup!d Pride flag from your window? Please, quit. Forcing your views on others? Please, quit. No one gives a damn about you, because you make everyone hate your guts. So what if you're gay? big fucking deal.

Never once in my life, not since I first kissed with another girl, not when walking holding hands in the mall, not for my Prom night, not once, not ever have I had someone give me shit because I happen to like a certain girl. Now mind you, we had aggressive in your face gay lesbian assholes in school too, and everyone hated them. Why, because they are assholes, not because they are gay or lesbian.

To put it like my Dad says, you have overplayed your hand. NOW QUIT, CRAWL BACK IN YOUR HOLE, AND LEAVE THE REST OF US ALONE.

Thank you,

Princess Leia

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# 74860 - by Princess Leia / November 22, 2024
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 39

    I'm A Dyke, I Should Have Known But Didn't Want To Accept It

    There is that moment when you realize that something is going to happen and you aren't sure if you are up to it. For me it wasn't when I was fourteen, or twenty four even. It was when I was 37.

    At the time I was in Financial Reporting for Fortune 500, single, a professional. I had a group of friends, but never anything serious. My sexual expressions, were in the dark and all alone. I masturbated but did not use a dildo. And always, every time I felt bad afterwards. Enough that it kept me from masturbating for long stretches at a time.

    I was never comfortable with my body, or my looks either. Part of the reason why I never dated, I was the ugly duckling at school, to lanky, flat chested, red hair and freckles. And I had developed an attitude. I worked hard at being the best in my class and getting straight As. I went to college on a full ride academic scholarship, got an MBA and a CPA and worked for a Big Accounting firm. After I had made Manager I went to work for the client. Still virgin, still masturbating and guilty. I bought some sexy underwear but never wore it. I watched porn but could not get into it. Lesbian porn was better, but those girls were way out of my league. I had determined that my leanings went towards women, I had lots of women friends and did not get along with men.

    My job was in all woman's department. No one talked about it, but our boss was a lesbian. Being professionals we concentrated on the end product, and everyone kept their home life private. The married women and the lesbian women did not talk about it. Unprofessional, it was bad enough that we were women.

    We had an acquisition that needed to be reported and I went to the head of M&A to get the information. He told me he was busy and to come back later. I told him I needed the information today, and later wasn't possible. He agreed but I had to go to lunch with him. We went to the Deli in the basement. He was reticent to share the information, mostly NOB answers. Then out of nowhere he asked me what it was like being a dyke.

    I was flustered. He pressed and asked me why women like me always ate pussy. I tried to answer but he cut me off. He gave me the information that I needed, just barely enough. But I needed to start writing it up. On the elevator back up to our floors he held the door shut and asked me if I was always a dyke or if that was something that came with experience. I told him 'I'm not a dyke' in an uncontrolled voice. 'Yes you are' he answered. He let me out of the elevator but not without telling me 'if you aren't a dyke, come up and prove it'.

    It was awful, terrible, scary, demeaning, everything negative you can attribute to it. He wasn't pleasant, he was proving something to me. No foreplay, not getting me hot, nothing. It was leaning against the window looking out of the building, and he rammed himself in me. 'Do you want the juice?' I didn't know what he was talking about. Too late, I got the juice all in me.

    'Your a dyke' he told me. I protested and he told me to suck his dick. I didn't. I got myself together, went to the women's rest room and fixed my hair and clothes before going back down to my office. If feeling bad came with masturbating, you can imagine how bad it was after being fucked like that. At my desk my mind started to put things together. It was probably not going to happen, but I was in my third week after my period. I researched on the computer, and I walked away more scared than anything. I read it, but didn't believe it, sperm can live in you for several days.

    My life is sucking dick and cleaning. After I had the baby, he wasn't sure about it, but he agreed to marry me. If not I would never have gotten married. I'm more of dyke than I want to be. I get hot for the nanny. But she doesn't swing that way. she puts on airs for him, not me. But my masturbating has visions of being with her, not the other way. I kissed her, and she threatened to leave. It's don't ask, don't tell. She likes my husband, not me. And I have to have sex with him, not her. Not much fun being a dyke is it?

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    # 74842 - by Kate / November 21, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Straight Male / 48

    Opposites Attract

    I’m friends with a girl in my condominium complex. She is, in every sense of the word, a lesbian. I don’t particularly find her attractive and she’s not the most attractive lesbian. But she has needs, as do I.

    Every so often, merely out of pure convenience, she will send me a text message feeling a little lonely, a little needy and my door is open to friends. She rides me off into the sunset for about 15 minutes. Then she’ll get on the back and I’ll bone her for another 15 minutes. Then she’ll just get up and leave.

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    # 74812 - by Lonely48 / November 20, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Born Lesbian But I've Embraced Christianity And Salvation

    This has some parts as a rant. I happen to be lesbian, but am not happy about it. I married a man to get some sanity into my life, even if that man is older than I am. I escape into housework, I'm a fiddler and a neat freak. I don't like a maid in my house. I'm average looking, but certainly a woman. My husband knows I'm lesbian and he rescued me.

    I went to college and there was a big lesbian community. Most of the lesbians weren't lesbians, but it was college and it was the thing to do. But the real lesbians were bitches. It was like some badge of honor. And they shoved it in your face, you are not lesbian enough. In college my girlfriend was from a small town in the Midwest. She escaped a life of loneliness and typecasting. Her mistake was coming out. (I never came out to my family but they had figured it out).

    After college (I'm a second grade teacher) I took a job in a large school district under the idea that I would have more opportunities to move up. The district was and is under the influence of activist and lesbians (California). Every woman on the board pretends she had balls. The atmosphere was terrible, for everyone, especially the children. One day I ran away from my job. Ran away as far as I could. Ran away to this man who rescued me. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Be his wife, have a home and have children, and keep my affairs under control. A condition for an affair is that he has to approve of her, it's an interview for her, and he has very specific attributes that he is looking for. Yes, he's projecting what he thinks a lesbian should be. His litmus test is that she has to be in love with me.

    I teach at a private Episcopal school. All the women here are very nice, motherly and laid back and have been a great influence on me being both a wife and mother and learning to be the woman I should be. It is like sunshine after the storm. I don't look for or think I've met another lesbian here. My girlfriend, the one my husband finally gave me permission to be with, is a Christian book store manager. We are both exploring Christ and the Christian life we were missing. She does love me, and I suppose that means I love her too. But not above my husband, I make that clear, he comes first.

    We had our fall festival. It was so nice to be around normal people, children and parents, and little girls in dresses and boys running amuck. The smiles and eyes twinkling and the home made pies and cookies and the decorations. "Fall festival" is a stolen name to take away "Thanksgiving". Guess where that comes from? Same thing with Spring break, when it's really about Easter and Winter break when it's about Christmas. I embrace my Christianity, and reject these notions that society at large should pay for the 'rights' of a few ugly people.

    My rant is over. I just wanted to put out there that not all lesbians are activist or in your face, they just want to be your neighbors. And also that many of us are Christians and those are our values, we are wives and have children, our husbands are first in our lives. I don't like that I'm a lesbian, it's a cross that I have to bear and live with. Fortunately for me I met a man who understands and supports me and intervenes to make sure I make good choices.

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    # 74800 - by Christine / November 20, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 22

    I'm In A Safe Place, That's What's Important

    How did you get there? Is a question I was asked by a new friend I met with my toddler. Well, it wasn't easy, not really. First of all it involves my mother, she would not let me see another girl. "Prohibited, do you understand me?" In high school I had this friend, and we had experimented, but we were not able to do it, we didn't have a safe place.

    In comes a friend of my mother's. My mother had told him of her frustrations, and that girl at school I was always talking about. He slipped a key in my hand, to his garage apartment. Sneak around in a safe place he told me, but leave it nice and neat like you found it. Bed made, sheets laundered (laundry is in the house next to the kitchen). And no MEN.

    It was where we went, afternoons after class, before dinner. We both told our parents that we had afternoon activities. I was driving an old Chevy Malibu, white with velour interior, my mother bought it for a thousand dollars from her company, so it had a lots of miles on it. But it was a car, and I had the keys. We could go and spend all afternoon experimenting with each other.

    But we graduated and had to go off to college. At first we tried hard to go to the same college, but my mother wasn't paying for her school, so I went in state to a local state school. It was awful, being separated. When we arranged to be home for the weekend, we spent half of it in the garage apartment. We went from high school girls to thinking we were all mature and everything and thought about eloping, that would show my mother. But he interfered and gave us a lecture. I can't say how much sex we had together, every weekend we went home, and every holiday. Sex, sex, sex. Nothing left to the imagination. The laptop was our friend, we learned by watching.

    One day she asked me if I would ever let a man do it. Well no, of course not. But she insisted and told me she bet that if I asked nicely, he would do it. He liked me. Talk about not knowing what you are doing. Not understanding consequences. I didn't 'ask' him, I hinted. I let him know I wanted to know and I didn't want some college jerk doing it. He had always told me to be safe, well with him I was safe. I wasn't locked in a room, I wasn't tied to a bed. I was kept immobile by the look in his eyes. He was going to do it, and I couldn't move or speak, I found myself with him between my legs and becoming a grown woman. It wasn't the in and out, it was when he 'delivered' the final blow. His eyes, his face, how he gripped me to him, shove and shove until he couldn't shove anymore. And I wasn't a virgin. And I was on the way to being pregnant.

    My mother was upset and angry, but she also laughed. I got knocked up by a man old enough to be my father. Knocked up like some high school girl. Now I was going to learn once and for all about responsibility. Lucky me, I let a rich man knock me up, not some worthless high school student. But, she was all business, "you now belong to him and I bet he's going to keep you pregnant". I didn't have a wedding, it was more of a home ceremony with close friends and family. Not for me, mind you, for the kid. I had to get my act together, get my name changed and move in and set up house with him, and be the lady of the house. And my mother taught me several meals to prepare, which I had refused to learn when I was in high school.

    That's pretty much how I got here. Married with a toddler and pregnant. I am working on my degree at the local college, it's a private Christian college. As to my girlfriend, after the shock of me getting pregnant she ran off with some girl named Hillary. But she apologized and she is with me. My nanny. What we do is our business. Just keep it under the covers and don't embarrass him. Lucky for me, she is my high school girlfriend so he knows her. We don't use the garage apartment, that's rented. We use the master bedroom while the baby is sleeping.

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    # 74776 - by Eva / November 19, 2024
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 67

    When We Were Young We Did A Foolish Thing And Fell In Love

    I was 24, worked as a secretary for the tax compliance group. My friend was 27, she was a tax accountant. She had a mad crush on a golden boy upstairs. She took her bra off, and went upstairs with only a long sweated on. She told me later he called attention to her nipples poking through her sweater, and that she smelled like a woman.

    It was blue bonnet season and she asked me for 'titty' pictures in the blue bonnets. We drove to the country and found a pasture covered in blue bonnets. We climbed through the fence and found a place with a big oak tree as a backdrop. We put the towel down, I took my top off and posed for her. That night we made love until we just fell asleep. She really loved my tits. I did too.

    She talked me into sharing a couple of pictures with golden boy upstairs. She told him I wanted to be a Playboy bunny. He bit, wanted to see my tits, and hers, side by side. We went to a motel, he had a movie camera he set up on a tripod. We flashed our tits for him, then spread our legs. We got down and dirty before he had us side by side, on our hands and knees. He went in and out, alternating, while we kissed. He came in me. It's on a tape we have around.

    The baby girl is now 43. She has my tits and his eyes. No matter how you cry, no matter how long you have been together, your baby can't share your DNA with the one you love.

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    # 74687 - by Amanda / November 15, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 42

    I Was Picked Up Off The Street When I Was 18 And He's Taken Care Of Me

    When I was 18 by a week I got fucked by a man who paid me. I was on the street and hungry. It was quick, and without any other action. He moved me in with him and kept me and sent me to college. I guess I was in this world of not daring to cheat on him. I was lucky in that I didn't get pregnant and he put me on birth control the week after he first fucked me.

    I'm 42 years old and I still clean his bathrooms and fold his underwear. His voice is law and I have never been disobedient to him. Not that he has me do things that are bad for me, he runs a tight ship and I follow. It's one of those things where he walks ahead of me and I follow. I always sit on his left and I serve his plate for him. I choose the menu and the food we eat, and I don't ask him for money. He deposits my money, allowance, in an account that I use, if I get to a minimum balance the bank automatically fills it. I have never worked for wages or money, I went to college without any money issues, he supported me completely, both financially and emotionally.

    So why am I here? Well I knew then and know now that I am a lesbian. He never liked that about me. Sometimes he makes love to me, when he does I am completely trapped and unable to separate myself from him. He locks himself to me and injects his sperm in me. I have never allowed myself to get pregnant. He has free range, so it's not like he has to fight for it.

    He still resents that I'm a lesbian but after twenty plus years he no longer denies me. I have a good friend, female and a lesbian of course, and we are tight to each other. But neither one of us is about sex, she is a widow and I'm 'married'. She is fifteen years older. She was an urchin of the streets in Manila when the man, retired Navy, took her in and kept her.

    She works for the city and does outreach for lesbians, she doesn't do anything with gay men. Her passion is getting young lesbians off the street and into counseling, and a secure place to sleep. She many times has one or two girls at her place, and I've hosted several girls as well. If it wasn't for him, I would have been one of those girls, without a rudder or someone to care for me.

    I undress at night and go to him. If he wants to hold me he holds me. If he wants sex, he has sex. Either way I sleep with him until morning. I do the same routine every morning, I make the bed as soon as I'm up and he is the shower. I prepare breakfast for him, it's not complicated, and after he leaves I pick up the house and make it presentable. I don't like a messy house. Chores like supermarket, laundry, housekeeping, are all on a schedule. I haven't varied my schedule since I moved in with him. I'm always anxious for him to get home. I wait at the kitchen window until his car comes up the driveway.

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    # 74603 - by MJ / November 12, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 30

    Closeted Lesbian First Cousin Mating

    I'm 30, a closet lesbian. In high school I had a girlfriend, we were caught in bed by her mother. She was sent to a convent in Mexico for reconfirmation. She jumped off the roof. I lost the one person I loved deeply.

    I responded with my older cousin. He comforted me, but it was sexual. He took me in, and I've been his house partner. We aren't married because we are cousins. During COVID I got pregnant and we have a soon to be four girl.

    I only have sex with him, my girlfriend is a dear memory, I want to believe she has given me permission. Her parents are my enemies, they blame me, so I have a restraining order visiting her grave. Her father is a big time lawyer.

    I want to get married, be a real wife, my daughter not considered illegitimate. I don't think of myself as lesbian most of the time, but I know that's pretending. I am a lesbian. Like an alcoholic, even if you aren't drinking, you are still an alcoholic. My cousin considers me his wife, and considers himself my husband. We have the same last name, so nobody's the wiser.

    Having turned 30, plainly a woman, I'm considering another child. Russian roulette again, first cousin mating.

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    # 74570 - by Brenda / November 10, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 34

    I Suppose I Should Start Calling Her My Girlfriend And Not My Coworker

    I took a job downtown for the pay. I used public transport. At work I met a woman and we became lunch friends. She invited me to her home for a Saturday night home cooked meal. I helped her prepare the meal and set the table, we listened to music, curled up on the love seat to talk about more personal stuff. When it got late she offered to host me overnight, I could take the sofa. Unless it didn't bother me to sleep with her.

    Honestly, it didn't click until she put her arms around me and 'checked' me out under the covers. She checked everything, and kissed me. It was the beginning of an office affair with her. Three years later I met her college boyfriend, who insisted on getting friendly with her and she let him. Because I was there she told him I was available to him if he wanted. The night was already weird and I went along with them.

    I hadn't been with a male since high school, and honestly I didn't remember. Or maybe a boy in high school is different. That night when he visited is something we talk about, but we've never repeated it. Would I? Maybe, it was different.

    We are going on five years together, that's a long time for a casual start with my coworker.

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    # 74498 - by Karla / November 7, 2024
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 30

    Maybe It's Me, This Man Is Becoming My 'father'

    At 29 I was out on the street and went home to get my footing. My father had been ill for some time and he 'forgave' me. My mother not so much so we never talked about my personal life. I was broke and sold a ring that was my grandmother's. I became friendly with a family friend, and he decided I needed a man to get me on track. Oh yeah! I yelled at him, and he took it upon himself to prove it to me. It was a secret I didn't dare tell anyone, he took his liberties and I submitted. Then my father turned worse and we lost him. The only place for me to find refuge was in his arms, and he stood with me for the funeral.

    A new leaf? I allowed him to take my life over, and to follow him. I married him a few months after my father's passing.

    It's not working, but I'm stuck now, I'm pregnant. He's the father figure, parenting me. I keep up my end, but he is so much older. His voice comforts me, so do his embraces. But I feel like a child, not a grown up. The sexual part is very difficult, if he would leave me alone it would be better. Maybe as this pregnancy progresses he'll not see me in that way.

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    # 74493 - by Jacky / November 7, 2024
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