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Bi-Sexual Female / 43

Yes, When You Are Isolated In Your Neighborhood, Women Get Together

As I reached adulthood it took me a long time to realize that I was what people call privileged. My family is not mega rich, but rich. I grew up in secluded neighborhood of big houses with swimming pools and nice cars and went to a private school for girls. On my winding street all the girls went to the same school for girls. We wore school uniforms, and were ferried to and from school by parents. Oblivious to the world around us. We vacationed all summer at our summer cottage and we played board games, went beach walking, watched TV in the evening. If we had been nice, or some other family was on a European vacation, we had a guest stay with us, always girls. Frankly to us boys were a mystery, we didn't talk to them. I'm talking about still being in grade school.

That summer when were in the sixth grace, the next year we would be going to a mixed school, one of the girls was spending a couple of weeks with us, because her parents were having problems. She told me, her mother caught her father with his hand in the maid's pants. Yes, like this she said, and shoved her hand down her pants. He was giving her the finger. I had to ask, what do you mean by giving her the finger.

She shoved her hand down my pants and felt me up and after I squatted a little she gave me the finger. Girls really like this, before they stick their dick in you. She had an older sister. Here, let me show you, and she got me to take my pants off and she laid on me and with her hand between us pumped her finger in me. That feels really good when it's a dick, she told me. Look, girls really like dick, but you have to be careful because you can get pregnant.

It was my first sex ed lecture. I also learned about oral sex, girls like to do this because you can't get pregnant. I ate her and she grabbed me by the hair and wouldn't let me go. In one night after dark at the cottage I got my first lesson in kissing, fingering and eating. By the time we were at breakfast she blew me kisses.

She grew up to be a full time lesbian. I grew up to a mother and wife in comfort. All up and down my street, in the big houses, were other mothers and wives. Most of us young, after college. And there was Alice, who was a younger second wife to a doctor. She had two kids and she liked to practice kissing. She liked the softness of girl kisses, how good it felt it to have a girl feel her up and suck on her nipples. She wasn't so sure about fingering, but she let me, once I got started I had to penetrate her, it's an urge you can't overcome. Over the buzz in my head I kept hearing 'gentler, not so hard', and 'show me you love me'. I showed her I loved her, I made lover to her pussy. She was ahead of us because her husband wanted a nice shaved girl. I love eating her pussy.

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# 74291 - by Mildred (Kitty) / October 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 38

    Memories

    Let's face it. I like women. Tall, buxom, big hips, beautiful. Prefer blondes. It's a weakness I've had since high school. When I had my first love, Maris. Maris is one athletic woman, her sport volleyball. And in those sand volleyball bikinis. Maris played beach volleyball, they were paid for by the restaurant association. Indirect marketing.

    She didn't pay attention to high school girls, she paid attention to men with money. I was so jealous. Anyway, my family owned one of the restaurants so she came by to get paid. I paid her, that's how we knew each other. I was in love with her.

    Wake up, it's not 2003. Wake up, get dresses, it's time for work. She's still sleeping, it's dark outside, I go to the gym before opening the restaurant. Being the owner comes with responsibilities. The volleyball girls are gone now. The tourists want breakfast and coffee.

    Oh, the girl in my bed, that's Ale.

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    # 74205 - by Laura / October 23, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    Temptation Presented, He Had My Number, He Set Me Up And I Fell For It

    Out of Romantic novel I found myself with a man in Bariloche, Argentina. The hotel is world famous, Llao Llao, and I was the 'assistant' on this trip (he is a lawyer, I work in finance). My job on that trip to was to support him, with his need for information, and coordinate with the offices back in the states. I was 27, and thought I was the more mature of the two of us. He was in his forties, and had a position of influence in the company. Why on that trip they thought it a good idea to send a 27 year old female with a man like that? It had to be a joke on someone. Never did the company send a lone female internationally with a man like that. Never. But there I was.

    He did everything, told me what to do. The counterparty's attorneys would arrive a day later. At stake was a resolution to a contract breach by the counterparty. Lots and lots of money. Neutral zone, US and Chile, meet in Argentina. To my surprise the man I was with spoke very good Spanish. I spoke a few words. At this resort, it was a winter resort and it was the middle of the winter resort season, the women were outstanding. Everyone of them, even the ones that worked at the hotel. I am no lesbian, but I know fine women when I see it. I never noticed any of the gentlemen and there were a lot of them too, rich and well dressed, erudite, multilingual. This resort was not for the common man, it was for rich men and their women. And that's exactly what happened, he, the man I was with carried himself like he was someone, and me his young woman. I did not stand out, I was part of the scene there. Again, the women were outstanding, and I felt plain and worse than that, American.

    We had lunch late, it was the custom. We would see our counterparts the next day at noon. Because we had flown overnight, and then on from Buenos Aires, we were tired and he decided that we have a bite to eat and then nap for a few hours. My room was large and well furnished with a beautiful view of the mountains. We had lunch, he ordered and paid, and we went back to our room. A young woman, a little younger than me came in to finish setting up because of the late checkout. Every move she made was exquisite, her face, hands, hair, hips, bust, legs, smile, dare I say her eyes that didn't stop looking at me. She extended her hand and said her name was Mirella. She spoke in Spanish and then translated, if you need something please call me, whatever you need I am here to please you. Really? You would think she would shake hands and leave, instead of holding my hand and looking into my eyes with her green eyes that mesmerized me. She didn't release my hand. No she said maybe I needed a warm bath, she would draw it for me.

    While she filled the tub she helped me unpack and undress. Until I was barely in bra and panties. Again she spoke in Spanish, then in English. You are very beautiful, with a woman like you I fall in love instantly. Forgive me. She held my hand while I stepped out of my panties, and she helped me release my bra. Again the Spanish English, you are a real woman. She sat on the side of the tub and washed my back and massaged me. Please let me, and she lathered my chest with a large washcloth, paying careful attention to my nipples. If you allow me, and she bent over to kiss them, one, two. It's that I'm in love, forgive me. She slowly and continuously ran hot water and bathed me with a large pitcher for that purpose. I want you to know that here the women come first, I am here to love you.

    On the bed, laying on my back on the large towel with which she dried me, she undressed carefully, until fully naked she asked me if she pleased me. She was well schooled, is that the right word. She made love to me gently, all over, paying careful attention to ensure that I achieved an orgasm. That's for you, because I love you. And she hugged me with her whole body and then we made love, head to toe, her to me, me to her. While you are here I am here for you, if you want I will stay with you, so I can warm your bed and sleep with you.

    I am not a lesbian. I am not. Why did I fall for it. How could I fall for it so readily. No question it. Who put her up to it. Who paid her. I slept with her for several hours, we had dinner at midnight. Never, ever have I kissed so fully. What men? Who cares? I left after our meetings completely in love with her. It took me four months to get her a visa. Another year to get her a work permit. I had no money to pay for her apartment, so she stayed with me, very close, very personal. Mirella is my wife now. I guess, maybe, I am a lesbian.

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    # 74137 - by Suzie / October 20, 2024
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    Am I Or Am I Not, That Is The Question I Don't Have An Answer For

    I work in small company, office staff is 22 and field staff around 40. I work in accounting as a bookkeeper. The lady who hired me is hispanic and single. According to her she just never met the right guy. I have access to payroll and she is 36. I went to a gym that is close to the office, it was me checking the place out. I saw her there working out, she had on tight gym clothes, but too tight. You could read her lips. She saw me and I had to say hello. She asked me a lot of questions and said that after her workout she was going out with some friends, maybe I wanted to come and meat some new people. I was embarrassed because during the whole time she was talking to me I couldn't stop looking down at her crotch. When I hear read my lips, this is who I think of.

    I agreed because I didn't want her against me. We left my car at the gym and rode in hers. We went to this place Glorias, full of women at happy hour. A kiss here and kiss there and a kiss here and a kiss there, and arms around her shoulder, her arm around her shoulder. She was obviously in her element. I said hi, and shook hands, a couple of the women really gripped my hand like a man does. Some had pecs and guns, and thighs bursting at the seam. Most had easy to see through tops, some with short shorts or very short skirts, with cheeks showing. And like I said the kissing was everywhere, and some kissing was intentionally heavy. I am not unaware and I knew that I was in some lesbian bar. A girl asked me to dance but I refused politely.

    A woman came over to talk to me and got into my personal space, I was against the wall and she groped me between the legs. Making sure there aren't any balls there. She groped me again and walked off, back to her friends, pointing back at me. My ride was deep in conversation and wine and hanging on some woman. Soon they were trading kisses. Hands fell below the waist and caressed her behind. I wanted to leave but I didn't have a ride. Another girl approached me and asked me if I wanted to dance. She didn't take no for an answer and I ended up on the dance floor. Very exhibitionist dancers, long legs, tiny thongs and panties, open shirts with no bra, lots of kissing and groping while dancing. I got pulled in for a kiss and a hand on my chest. Loosen up she said, stop being a frigid. She walked me to the wall and kissed me heavily, while groping me between the legs. She told me she was taking me home with her and I wouldn't be a virgin by morning. She controlled me the rest of the evening.

    I got kissed so many times I lost count. She held her arm around my shoulders and reached down to pinch my boob, to grab a handful, to pull me around to kiss me. She was strong, as strong as a man. She took me outside for a breath of fresh air and said she had the hots for me. And was I a virgin, because I sure acted like one, and she wanted to take care of that problem for me. We got in her car and went to her apartment. No ceremony, not even where the bathroom was. I was on my back with her mouth all over me. Her hands reached up to squeeze me hard and pinch my nipples. She crawled up on me and kissed me with her hand in my crotch and her fingers in me. I managed to roll over, and she got on my back to hump me. It didn't end, it went on and on and on. I had no choice, she forced her big brown nipples in my face and her crotch on me. If I fought back I don't remember. I was all naked on her bed and had to pee and she walked me to the bathroom and stood there with me. When I got off she sat down and told me to wipe her.

    Nothing put her off, nothing I said or did. She came looking for me until she found me, my phone was ringing all day and all night, unless I was with her. I was labeled by her and she made sure the other girls knew she had put made me her girlfriend. Month in and month, out I only went out with her. Until she moved me in with her. I was by then unsure about everything. Sex was open and often, public kissing and groping, lady bars and lady dance halls, lady parties and lady sleepovers. Lady this and lady that, lady, lady, lady. No men need apply, you are not wanted.

    On October 20th, 2022 we flew to Las Vegas and got married on October 22nd. I changed my name and driver's license. I did not change the name on my diploma. I woke up on Monday the 24th married getting ready for work. My hispanic lady was all proud of me and had let the office know that I was married to Silvia, which I am approaching my second anniversary.

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    # 74049 - by Jena / October 16, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 61

    What A Life It's Been, We've Been Together Forty Years

    I was assigned as a payables clerk to an office when the regular girl was out on maternity. The office manager was a lady in her thirties who had been there for several years. She was friendly and we talked and I told her I was new in town and looking for a full time position. On Friday she told me that we had off that afternoon because the boss was taking off early, we should go to lunch, the boss had a laid a 50 on her so let's spend it.

    She took me to a place, off the beaten track. It was lunch with a lingerie show. While you ate, girls in underwear served the tables. Not all the underwear was appropriate, some thongs were extremely skimpy, and some of the girls were oversized for their bras. She watched me and asked if I was uncomfortable. Why should men have titty bars and women not enjoy the same thing? Well for one, it was women we were looking at, and the place was all women, no men allowed.

    She confessed to me that she was strictly into women, no man had ever touched her. I told her that I wasn't from that persuasion. She laughed, 'wait until you eat pussy'. And thus began my trip down into dark alleys, lesbian bars and lesbian lunch rooms. Lesbian only naked parties, lesbian spa dates. Lesbian sleepovers, and eating pussy. I fell into it, I didn't go, I didn't look for it.

    During my lesbian awakening I met a girl who worked at a clothing store for, you guessed it, lesbian women. Lots of toys and strange underwear, lubricants and oils, little collars with chains, butt plugs of all colors. And a selection of Japanese vibrators. I was overwhelmed, but she made me look, and touch and whispered nasty things in my ear. Did I think I would be into some videos, you know some girls getting it on for the viewer. A whole collection of lesbian porn, from B movies of falling in love on the metro, to outright sex. You rent them, we rewind for you.

    She wanted and wore a small leather collar, and when we went out she put a wristband on me, with a small chain to her collar. She liked hard nipples and rubbed this 'stuff' on them, tasted like marshmallows. We went to dive bars where girls danced half naked, we went to small dark places where girls picked up girls. We went to a wine bar where dykes gathered. Such was life in the bid city. But at night, all safe in our bed, she was a kitten who needed to be loved upon.

    I had to draw the line somewhere, the office manager at that job I had invited me to a talk by this woman, who was looking for volunteers for a demonstration. That's not me I told her, I'm not going to be seen on TV. The movement had started and I sat on the sideline with my girlfriend. I told her not to go and she didn't. We were out enough with her dog collar.

    Time passes and now I am here on this web site to confess that I still have my girlfriend, but we are fat and happy. The collar stage is long over, now she wears a ring on her finger. We moved around a bit but returned to the city. And sometimes for fun we go and watch girls parade in their underwear. My friend, the office manager, retired and she reminds me, once you eat pussy....

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    # 74040 - by Angie / October 16, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    Born A Lesbian I Was Allowed To Be One, Not So Much For My Mother

    The way we were brought up was very religious. My mother was the religious one, my father not so much. But as far as how we were raised he told my mother to raise us. Later I would find out a lot about my mother, but as a child growing up it was a very traditional household. We were a family of four, father, mother, older brother and me, little sister. If ever you lived in a traditional household it was mine.

    The first lesson I got about sex was having my hand slapped because I was touching myself. I touched myself because I liked it. And I learned not to touch myself in front of my mother. I had a friend Regina who liked to touch herself and we touched ourselves together. We were in second grade with our little legs open and licking each other. At that age you are not kissing and fondling, you just want to get that feeling between your legs under control. I don't know really if I had orgasm at that age, but something had to happen for the misery to stop.

    I found out that I could 'sit' on some objects and rub myself that way. Like the fence. I would climb up on the fence while my brother played soccer, and rub myself until my legs trembled. I suppose that most all girls have these feelings, and at school we talked about it. Regina was always my friend and up for some touching and licking. I 'loved' to lick Regina, 'loved' it. We were now sixth graders. And I got my period. Regina didn't get hers until a year later. We went through puberty with all the ins and outs and moody feelings, but one thing stayed true to the course, we were not longer just 'licking', we were fingering and eating pussy. I mean, eating pussy. We were already shaving by the end of the seventh grade and we were out and out lovers. Now we were kissing, now that we had tits we were groping and sucking nipples. Now we were having sex.

    We went to prom together, because no boys asked us. We weren't boy material, believe me. The only boy I liked and admired was my brother. And my father. We were having a good time, and most of all we loved being together. Our couch was one of those eight foot couches, but you found us bunched up on the edge of the couch together. NOTHING was ever said to us. Not my by mother, and not by my father. They had to know what we were doing. We could not have been more obvious. We kissed on the lips in front of them. My brother ran interference for us. After we graduated my mother talked Regina's mother into letting her go with me on an art appreciation tour of Europe. It was a group thing of about a dozen girls with two chaperones. At every hotel, every time, we always shared a bedroom. There was no swapping around like there was with the other girls. On that trip we also learned to 'spot' other lesbians.

    We went to college together. We roomed together. We moved off campus together. We lived together. A great big one bedroom apartment and we spent half the time cuddled in bed. We had developed separation anxiety. We had become codependent. We were each other's shadow. We know that now, but at that time we were living it. We were gently and later harshly sent to therapy. Not for being lesbians, but for learning to live a little more independently. We knew, but you can't just change. For example, if we were torn apart it was often at the expense of crying.

    We live our little quiet life together. We are both teachers, educators. We know how to spot signs in little girls. But we don't interfere. That lesson I learned from my mother. My mother is a lesbian who was forced to get married. That's how they dealt with lesbians when she was a young woman. My father dealt with her the old fashioned way, he had sex with her daily. Until she surrendered to her 'circumstance' and after five years got pregnant with my brother. For five years my mother cried herself to sleep. She never wanted that for me. And my father didn't either. Regina is to them, their other daughter. My mother is codependent of my father.

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    # 74022 - by Lesly / October 15, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 72

    A Lifetime In The Lesbian Closet, Kept There Safely By My Cousin

    My age will tell you that being gay or lesbian when I was young was a social suicide. I first stepped into this life in the tenth grade with an art teacher who seduced me. It was first a kiss, then this, and that, and one day she opened her legs for me and asked me if I liked what I saw. For me it was the first time I had ever seen a woman with her legs open like that. I didn't know what to say, and she drew my head towards her and down until she held my face in her very wet vulva. She later forced my legs apart, and took her turn with her face between my legs and did not end until she had triggered a huge orgasm in me.

    I was very embarrassed at what I had done. The person I was closest to was my cousin of the same age. I confessed to him. He said we should see if I liked it with a man, really a boy he was also sixteen. He forced my legs apart and he put his face in me and didn't stop until I had an orgasm with him. He stood and dropped his pants and got on me and forced intercourse with me until he had an orgasm and I was filled with his semen. I was very much aware of getting pregnant, and of all the days of the month, he could not have picked a more dangerous week to complete himself in me. I got pregnant.

    Between the choice of admitting to a lesbian behavior or agreeing to marry my cousin, I married my cousin. I continued to live with my parents and family and had my first born there. My cousin wasn't supposed to 'touch' me until I was eighteen. But he touched me, and more, and I had a second baby one year after the first was born. Whatever the original plans had been, I was now and forever married to him, and as soon as I finished school I went to live with him.

    Over these many years I have had three long term lovers. The first was the first grade teacher of my son. It was electric, love at first sight. It was impossible not to kiss her and for her not to give herself to me. We were careful, but I confided in my cousin from the very first kiss, and he helped keep our relationship out of sight.

    My second affair I was a little older, and I had an affair with a woman who had divorced her husband and she owned a book store where I met her. Like my first affair, it was electric, and I had confessed to her that I was lesbian from the very first time I met her. She was older and I had to switch roles, but I liked it just as much being the put upon, as opposed to being the one who drove the relationship. That relationship was also covered by my cousin and it lasted over fifteen years. Unfortunately for me, her maid killed her in her sleep one night. Also a lesbian, the maid felt spurned by my lover, and jealous of me. It was up to that time my greatest loss.

    It was ten years later that I found love again with a woman who also volunteered for a political candidate. Also a lesbian in the shadows, we both supported the candidate but she didn't win. We became lovers during the campaign and other than for our age, would probably still be active. We are very close. Again my cousin helped us hide our affair.

    During our long marriage, and our children, my cousin has had his share of young ladies. He has always confided in me, and I met more than one. He has a very deep preference for smart young women, he is not impressed by looks alone. He likes his women small, small breasted, with boyish hips. He likes pretty faces, cute girls. He is a master at the art of seduction, and I've known several of these women before and after. I always got immense pleasure knowing that he was enjoying his manhood with them. I always felt the need for him to reach orgasm, even if it meant that I had to help him. But better still, a young woman.

    But now we are old, and we are going on a cruise. My friend and lover will join us and he will be kept company by his lover, a woman of fifty now. Still beautiful, still cute, still so appealing. We, my friend and I, will share our cabin. And he and his lovely friend will share a cabin. For the first time in our lives we will travel with our lovers.

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    # 74017 - by Mrs. Robinson / October 14, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    For This One Man, I Melt In His Hands. I Don't Try To Understand.

    I live in New Mexico now with my girlfriend. I have a ten year old. She doesn't have any kids.

    MY passion is art. I have been passionate about art since I was a little girl. She has never found anything to be passionate about. We met after my son was born, I was living at home with my mother. She was divorced at that time, she is now remarried and I had to get out, that man just triggered something in me. We get along, if we aren't in the same room. My father has not been in my life since I was ten myself.

    The father of my son is the man in my life. I don't want my son not to have a father. In my pea brain I know fathers are as important as mothers. That is why we live in New Mexico. For my son to have his father, I have to have his father. My girlfriend is much like me and my stepfather, having him around is hard on her. When he opens the door, the man is in the house.

    I want my son to grow up to be a man. Actually, I want him to grow up to be a man like his father. Hard worker, smart, a man who can stand his ground. Where I was living with my mother it is hard to find a man like that around. Not in that social circle. My son's father triggers the men there. Certainly the man my mother married is no such man. I suppose that I'm looking for my father.

    Of course day in and day it he is just who he is. It's when my girlfriend starts down the path of blaming him for something he never did, just because he is a man, that things get difficult. I have to tell her he is going to be around, he is my son's father and we need a man even if she is against it. I really don't know how she has become like this. Her father is such a nice man.

    I am going to say a couple of things that may sound out of place. Of course I want to be in the arms of my girlfriend, when it comes to making love. But since I was little I liked sitting in a man's lap and getting great big bear hugs. Being tossed around in the pool, being picked up and held upside down. A man's hands, big and strong, melt me down. This man who is the father of my son does that to me. When he puts his hands on me, I bend to his will. I want my son to know that a man is supposed to be able to do that with a woman. bend her to his will. That's what my girlfriend can't understand. If only she could experience that feeling, she would leave me alone about him.

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    # 74000 - by Pamela / October 14, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 51

    Two Open Minded Lesbian Broads Who Need A Dick Now And Then

    All the men that were around me growing up were not the men that I wanted to end up with. I'm talking red neck trailer park men. I never had anything to do with them, and I can tell you that by the time I was thirteen they were hunting me. I avoided them. I had a reputation and it wasn't nice. And it had to do with swinging for the other side. The truth is that a friend of mine where we lived pretended in order to keep the men away.

    Once we got to be older we wanted to lose our virginity. We decided to do it together. For that we needed two nice guys who would have us at the same time, same place, and not do anything else other than sticking it and taking it out. We had been playing with certain things since we were thirteen, so it's not like the only thing we could take was the middle finger. Our problem was more on the other side, we had delusions that some men had a real big one. And if that was the case, we wanted a real big one. Little did we know.

    We did talk two college boys to do us. The set up was a motel room, both of us would only show our back sides, face down on the bed and they would stick it in and pull it out. That's all. We offered them each $100. They thought it was some kind of a prank, but they went along. It was easily the most disappointing thing ever. After that we no longer pretended, If that is what it was, we would continue on our merry way doing what we had been doing. Of course, we didn't call ourselves gay, but we were gay. I mean gay, lesbian gay. But we were yet to find out.

    We both worked, I was working as a cashier at the Publix and she was working as a receptionist at a Chiropractor place. She filled out their shirt real well. We lived in a trailer, guess what? We were left alone, the men didn't want much to do with a couple of lesbians. That time in our own place was really good times. We tried and did everything we could think of, and everything we saw on porn, and read about. We were both into lesbian cheap novels.

    It was her job that led us onto this man. He was older by twenty years, but he had money and he had an eye for her. She told him she had someone, so he offered us both to live in this house that he owned. Of course, he could come by and play with us. Unlike our only other experience, when he played with us we wanted more play not less. He proved to us that men are not big, but it is how they used it that mattered. We both got into him, and he didn't mind having sex with both of us at the same time. I'm talking we were twenty at the time.

    After a while, a year or so we got tired of it. We wanted to move back into a place just the two of us. For the next twenty years we lived our own lives together. I ended up getting a certification in insurance and working for a State Farm man and she got an LVN degree. We did ok, considering that we made together what no one made where we grew up. Our little place was bought and paid for by the time we turned forty.

    We are horny all the time. We don't mind having a man around and we like being treated to sex together. Not all men want to do that, and a lot of the men that we talk to are a bit too old to keep it up with both of us. We are long over the disgust of sucking cock, and we will take it any way he wants to dish it out. It's about sex, plain old sex, with a real dick and not a rubber one. We have gone on vacations with men. What we don't do is let them into our house. Please don't be misled, we are not looking for a man, we want the spice of a man using his dick.

    We are signed up for another cruise, this one leaves Long Beach and goes down to Puerto Vallarta. We know several gay men who have time shares or condos in Puerto Vallarta, but its more of a gay town not a lesbian town. We have a friend who has serviced us before who will be on the cruise. He is paying his own way and has his own cabin. He knows we are sure thing for him, and as I say we do suck cock now, For him it's a way to get away with two broads, who pay their own way, and for us it's not worrying about who is playing hide the weeny with us. Its our way of getting sex for the sake of sex and for that we need a man.

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    # 73987 - by 'Thelma and Louise / October 13, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    A Mexican Girl Who Found Love In The Arms Of Another Girl

    As a journalism major it was important to land internships during the summer months. There were those girls that landed jobs at the LA Times, the WSJ, the NY Times. The only internship I was able to land was at the Austin Tribune. I'm from South Texas so it was in my home state. I was assigned to cover the homeless problem, which was growing in Austin at that time.

    The paper made arrangements for me and I rented a room with this woman who was a personnel manager for a company there. A friend of the woman that I had talked to when I got the internship. This woman was in her forties and 'single'. Not married. I guess as a Latina, you expect women to be married. She was a dyke. The first time I was around a dyke. She liked young girls, college girls, but left me alone. Her network included the lady at work.

    The lady at work talked to me one day to ask me how things were going and I told her if she knew that the woman I was living with brought young women home. Oh really? I thought you would have walked across the hall already, she has a real soft spot for Mexican girls. You looked like you could use a great big hug.

    I was shocked, why would she think that?

    Well, I did not know myself. What she saw I never saw. In my home that was out of the question. Believe me, how I grew up you started putting out babies pretty early. If I would have stayed home, at 22 I would have been married with kids already, and the man for me was Ricardo whose father owned the truck shop just out of town. I didn't like Ricardo, which is the reason I went away for school.

    Now I was sitting across from a woman who was fully aware that the woman I was living with had a thing for college girls, and she thought I would have fit right in. It crossed my mind right then that she was also on that side. She was also a dyke and she offered to show me around. Maybe I could meet a girl for the summer, not too young, not too old, just right, who could show me around. This was my are you kidding moment.

    For that summer I was embedded in the lesbian scene in Austin. I had my cherry popped by a girl whose dream had always been to become a large animal vet. She was going to vet school in the fall. She grew up on a ranch and was all cowboy and wore a cowboy belt. She had my ass tattooed before I went back to school, to remember her by. Also, if some other girl got that far she would know I was already branded and I belonged to her.

    Midway through my fall semester she sent for me. Fly down and don't be late. She wanted me to go with her to a wedding in Marfa. Two girls she knew from school. It was my first all out lesbian wedding. I left back for school with an engagement ring. It not so much that she asked me to marry her, it was more of that she wasn't going to vet school without me. I didn't make it to Christmas. I got married before the winter break, in a small intimate ceremony with a few other 'girls'.

    I managed to stay in school to graduate. She was there with me on graduation, showing me off to everyone. If anyone didn't know I was married to a girl, they found out the week I graduated. It was hard that summer breaking the news back home, that I was married and moving to graduate school with her. I managed to get into grad school myself. My parents were mad, Ricardo was pissed, he had let two other girls go by because he was waiting for me to come back from school. The woman I stayed with during my internship gave me a g*ft. Two unclothed girls intertwined in a loving embrace. She has a friend that paints lesbian art.

    That painting, it's 14 by 20, which I thought would never hang on my wall, is now the center piece of my 'art' collection. I've developed an affinity for lesbian art, some of it is not for public viewing, Some of these artist get really carried away, but they have to be supported to. My wife is a large animal vet, and we live in a ranch house with a couple of Mexican vaqueros and their wives. We live outside Santa Fe and are embedded in the lesbian scene. So many college girls come through here. Searching for their connection, that girl of their dreams.

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