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Lesbian Female / 23

How Do You Do, My Name Is Robin, I'm A Lesbian

I m****ted a girl and she told her mother. It was a touching thing, touching her sexual organs, inserting my finger in her vagina. Because of my age I went to therapy. The therapist said I had repressed lesbian tendencies. If I was put on hormones it would accelerate my development, but there was no guarantee that I would outgrow my lesbian desires. Or I could be left alone and I would be a lesbian all my life.

I was put on hormones, I developed breasts and my hips widened. I looked like a girl. just not 13. But, as I matured I was pretty much a lesbian. I was focused on this girl or that one, but not boys. The other girls weren't lesbians. My teen years were marked by hard crushes, and unanswered love. I was told by my mother, it is not normal, it is bad for you, I would never have aa family, I would never have a husband at the head of the table.

While I was young before this settled and was irreversible, I should get married, start a family. Set the table for a man. The man they proposed was older, and understood he needed a steady hand with me, and make me pregnant early, right away. That's why I have three children and I'm not yet 25. I play the part, I believe I'm a good mother, my mother instincts are well founded. He is older and I respect him. I set the table for the man of the house.

I don't feel male, or have any male traits, and certainly my body isn't male, down to my DNA. It's when I dream, when I fall in love, when I reach out to caress. When I see her, the one I love I want to kiss her, tell her I love her. That it is always the way it is.

I won't destroy my home, my children, my husband. I will set the table for the man of the house. My husband knows I'm not normal, he knows I'm a lesbian, he knows he has to take care of me, be gentle with me, take extra time. I still take hormones to enhance my femininity. To suppress any male traits that may develop. I am a woman with him, always, all the time. A woman with my children, their mother. I am not now, nor have I ever been male. I'm a lesbian.

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# 73842 - by Robin / October 5, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 25

    We Are Really Quite Young, But In Our Minds We Are So Much Older

    When I was sixteen I confronted some pretty bad shit. I had a girlfriend of all my life, from preschool. She and I were close, like sisters. When we were sixteen her brother, he was 22, went scuba diving offshore in Mexico and had an accident and died. It was hard, we never could understand what happened. That drove us closer than ever. The only solace she could find was with me, and we ended up playing in bed together. I admit that I liked it, I liked having her there with me, and I found that kissing her and sharing body fluids was something we did without hesitation. Within months we were in a full contact sexual relationship, as well as a deep emotional relationship. Why between her family and mine no one put two and two together is a mystery, but they didn't.

    College was far away from home. As far as we could go, to the far Northwest. Seattle. So many women who were together, it was all out in the open. At school, in the parks, in the mall. It was a thing, being lesbian. For us it wasn't a thing, We got married when we were twenty, but never shared that with anyone. Not even at school. We got matching tattoos high up inside our thighs, so when we made love we could see that I carried her name and she carried mine, in hearts and an arrow. Lovemaking, sex, occupied every minute of our time. Nothing was sacred, we tried everything we could think of. We bought a manual, Kama Sutra for Lesbians and tried every position described in it. Because of that book we decided that we would go to Tibet after graduation.

    We were cautioned heavily about public displays of affection outside of the US, actually outside of the school environment we lived in. People were more accepting, but not if it was their daughter. We kept our hands to ourselves when we went to Tibet, sneaking lovemaking only in bed in the dead of night. After Tibet we stopped in Bangkok to see a friend. She introduced us to the lesbian scene. So many pretty Thai girls, and as we found out, not all of them were girls, you had to know what you were playing around with. For us it wasn't a problem because we weren't looking for someone to have sex with. In Thailand we got a second tattoo, a snake coming out of our vagina. It's freaky. When we clamp our vaginas together, the snakes dance on our thighs.

    When we returned to the US we had decided that we would open up with our families. We would have a joint gathering, hers and mine, and we would stand and tell them we were married. We even bought wedding bands. We also decided that we would adopt the same last name, mine because that's what we settled on. She also said that she wanted to have a son, a boy to remember her brother. We returned home still 23, although we felt we had lived a lifetime while we were in Tibet and Bangkok, but it really wasn't that long. We confessed. Our parents held their breath, no one said a word. Not till my mother got me alone. Her repeated questions was how we intended to have a family, or had we forgotten our biology lessons. She told me that one way or the other, she didn't want to ask how, but I had better give her a grandchild, immediately. Not to waste any more time.

    The father we chose, is a man who always liked me as a child. He is a friend of my family, and is as old as my father. I sat on his lap many times. He bent me backward until I thought my back would break, before inserting himself in me. He then deflowered my girlfriend and wife. Not as gently as he had deflowered me. He pushed hard for us to get pregnant, as many times as necessary. You don't get pregnant the first time, it's a very rare event. It took three months for us to get pregnant. To be regulated to accept a man's sperm. So my mother and her mother each got a grandchild, siblings. We didn't disclose who the father is. I work for him now and spend all day with him, I'm given to him completely. My wife accepts him if he wants her, but it is ninety percent me and ten percent with her.

    We have decided that we will have two more, when these turn two we will get pregnant again. that is still more than a year away. We did name my wife's son after her brother, but we chose to give him her brother's name as his second name. And our children carry my family name, as does she. We turned 25, we feel that we are so much older. But it's good to have our children early, and their father will still be young enough when they finish school and get married. He has decided to let us disclose to our families that he is the father of our children.

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    # 73827 - by Pauline / October 4, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 40

    When The Shit Hit The Fan, We All Turned Up Lesbians

    I am on a cruise with three other women. We were all suite mates in college, in the freshman dorm. We hadn't met guys, or the guys we met hadn't asked us out. None of us were cheerleaders. It was Friday night and it was raining. We decided to stay in and eat at the cafeteria. We went back to our rooms, like I said a suite set up, two rooms, one bathroom in the middle. A bottle of Vodka appeared and we started taking shots, silver bullets. We got tipsy and one girl got aggressive and tore my top off, and held my arms behind my back to show off my tits to the other girls. We weren't neophytes, we shared one shower and we had seen each other completely naked. But this was sexual and she took he top off and rubbed her chest into me, her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. The last thing that made sense to me was her telling me not to deny her.

    The other two girls watched, one had an old polaroid and took some pictures. Pictures of mouths full of pussy. Pictures sucking titty. And pictures making out naked on the bed. She spent her whole packet of polaroid picture of us naked and in very compromising positions. Our roommate was most definitely lesbian, and by her own admission, and her object of affection was me. I spent my entire college education as her girlfriend. We swapped rooms, and I went to her room and she slept with me. We moved off campus. and we got the room with one bed in it. While our roommates dated, trying to fit in on campus, she kept me. By the time college ended I had lived with her, slept with her, dressed with her, vacationed with her, gone to meet her parents. She was wide open lesbian and I was her girlfriend.

    I went home after college to face the music. She and I were moving to California, the land of lesbians, Oakland. We had found a small one bedroom efficiency, all we could afford in a part of town which was overtly gay and lesbian. Any attempts to deny my situation fell on deaf ears. If I was her lover, it's because she was my lover, she was a total butch by the time we graduated, except for the motorcycle clothes. She shaved me completely smooth, she shaved me. Later I went to a spa for it. The one thing that pissed her off was that she was denied a penis. If she had a penis, she would have shown me how she would fuck me.

    In Oakland I was approached, hit on, touched, grabbed, and pushed around by some pretty dyke lesbians. I had a nickname, Sweety. I was a pillow princess, not active, but not all lesbian girls are comfortable being active. I didn't pull back when I was kissed in public, or when she put her arm around me. By the time we got to Oakland I was used to being touched and kissed by her. I knew what I didn't want to admit to. If there were lesbians like her, there had to be lesbians like me.

    Those polaroid pictures go on all our trips together. Those pictures are the glue that has kept us together. The other two girls decided a long time ago that they would forego any male companion. They had each other so why bother. They live in Austin where we went to school. They are an open air couple. Just not butch and fairy princess. When they kiss they mean it. Each year we get together and we tape the polaroids to the wall of the cabin, and we have a free for all, all naked. We 'eat' pussy, that's what we are there for. It's our annual vacation. We never miss it. Even I eat pussy. It's an obligation.

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    # 73817 - by Valerie / October 4, 2024
    • - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 55

    Snake Bit And What Happened Afterwards

    I'm well aware that this is complicated. I was in the eleventh grade and I had a crush that wouldn't end on another girl. She knew it, but she was more 'ick' than anything else about it. In any event she went camping with her family that summer and she was bitten by a rattlesnake. It was beyond serious and she was so sick you can't believe it. While she was in the hospital she believed she was dying and asked for me to fly out because she wanted to say something to me. My parents agreed and I flew out to Phoenix, and I went to the hospital. Behind closed doors she swore up and down that I had to keep my mouth shut, but she had a crush on me too and she wanted me to know it. I kissed her and she let me and asked me to kiss her again.

    She was saved but the feelings of dying wouldn't leave her alone. We went to our senior year together and we got close and personal, it was a blown out of control thing. And in front of her parents. My parents got the story second hand, we were cautioned in school about showing affections. We were both counseled by the school counselors and told to get professional counseling because our behavior was atypical and in any event. did we really want to spend our lives that way?

    It was the beginning of cell phones and we shaved our pussies together, meaning I shaved her and she shaved me, and we had this other girl take a picture of our pussies. No faces, just pussy and hips. We shaved after that, meaning we shaved each other. We had gone into a phase of non stop oral sex, and making love to our pussies. I mean 'make love', until we managed to get to an orgasm. In our school we were the only out and out gays, lesbians in our case. But there were gay guys and other lesbians, but not out in the open.

    The school put up with it because of my girlfriends close call with death. And they attributed our behavior to that. Which is true, it did cause us to open up to each other and to move onto the next step, physical affections and out and out sex with each other. We left school after graduation and went off to college with the other thousands of students. In our college there was a lesbian community, hurray for California. We joined and were quite active. Parade time, showing off, we even went topless for one parade in San Francisco. We were active, and by that I mean active socially and out in the open. We kissed in restaurants and the mall. It wasn't something people were used to.

    After graduation we lived together. We had a neighbor, a guy who we liked well enough. he did our 'man' errands for us. And in return we did the 'woman' things for him. Laundry and cooking. We were sitting around with nothing better to do and he offered to get rid of our virginities. If we wanted. We ended up doing 'it', two girls and one guy who couldn't get enough of it. It was a once and only thing, but we did it, and we could as well have never done it. We weren't into it, and never did it again.

    Now we are middle aged broads, two lesbians who live in the Bay area. We are not active socially with the gay community, and we don't attend any of the open air events. We only go topless with each other. In 2019 we got married on the QT. No noise, nobody's business. We went on a 'honeymoon' cruise and met this wonderful couple who were celebrating their thirtieth anniversary. We joined them for dinner and we were open about being lesbians and this was our secret honeymoon. These people who were so square were so open about it. Who cares? Why do you hide it? We showed them our picture, she was WOW beautiful pussies, he pretended it was beneath him. In the bathroom she told us that when she was young and beautiful she had kissed a girl, but she wasn't shaved.

    We are now more open, we are openly married, and our families have accepted what at one time was taboo. I guess the expression snake bit, is real. It scared us into being true to ourselves and the rest is history. Here's to our fifth anniversary, of being legally married.

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    # 73779 - by Louise / October 2, 2024
    - Lesbian Stories -
    Lesbian Female / 29

    Post College Lesbian Girlfriends

    My lesbian college girlfriend wanted the good things in life, husband, children, house with a yard, vacations. She married a software engineer after graduation, and I went into the poor house pursuing my 'art'. After her first baby she introduced me to a friend of her husband's. He is a builder, a fraternity brother. Marry him, get all the nice things, including children.

    Our husbands play golf on weekends, we do housework and child rearing. When the big cats are out, the girl cats are playing. We make love. They fuck. Big difference.

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    # 73772 - by Vivian / October 1, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 25

    My Story Up To Now

    My mother is a later day hippy. She lived in Atitlan for a long time. She became pregnant with me by someone passing thru. After I was born she was told by a friend she needed to register me with the embassy, so I could be an American citizen. My mother was totally washed out, broke for money, with only a letter from the woman that delivered me. She was twenty. Ran away at sixteen.

    At the embassy, a man doing business there in the waiting room felt sorry for my mother, or me. A baby in rags. He paid for someone to get some food for her, decided yo take her with him to clean her up. Took her and me to a doctor for a checkup. My mother hadn't seen a doctor since she ran away. Fortunately the birth was normal and her friend knew what to do. He decided to keep us, on a trial basis. He never asked us to leave. I grew up there, went to school, he recognized me as my father, married my mother a few years later. All was normal for me and my mother forgot about being a hippy. She was a society lady when I grew up.

    Anyway, I went to a private Catholic school for rich kids. There were a few on scholarships, everyone knew who they were. One of them liked being close to me, physically close. We started to mess around, we became sexually involved. Until my father found out. The next day I was on a plane to a school in Switzerland. A reformatory for girls. I could only leave through a marriage. An arranged marriage. I was seventeen. I moved to Ottawa, then Bern, to New York, where I went to NYU.

    My father sees me every other month, my mother twice a year. She still isn't over the disappointment in me. The hippy girl couldn't deal with my lesbian being, my conservative father could. My husband, don't ask. Suffice it to say it is a subject that never takes place.

    I'm still married, my father is seventy five, my mother forty five, that makes me twenty five. I've been married eight years. I have a friend, female. We aren't exactly Mother Teresas, not with what we do. My marriage is pretty formal, my husband works at the UN. If my friend wasn't my friend I'd go crazy. When the cat's away we can play. We don't play peek a boo.

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    # 73632 - by Sherry / September 22, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    When A Woman Wants To Be Your Boss, She Will Ask The Same Questions

    After a run I showered and came out of the bathroom in a towel. My friend was there, laughing at me. She pulled on my towel, and it fell to the ground. No fault of mine. She did what she did, I repeated what she asked me to repeat. We were friends not lovers, except for that one time.

    I spend my time with my friend, Hanna. She's a bit demanding, likes being my boss. I like that she is my boss. It must be in the blood. Before my friend became my lover I was a quiet student. I only imagined what it would be like. Now I know. When my friend asked me those questions after my run, I answered what she wanted, not what I felt. My current friend Hanna asks me those same questions, I do not have to lie. I gladly answer her, because I feel that with her.

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    # 73568 - by Lina / September 18, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 35

    As He Is My Lord In Heaven, I Have My Lord And Master On Earth Too

    I went to law school after I 'outgrew' my role in ballet. I studied ballet as an undergraduate. I had a friend, and lover, who was a photographer. She did some work with me that hit the internet. After that no company would hire me.

    After law school I got a job with a corporation, as junior counsel. That's where I met Ann. She was a tax compliance officer, we became friends overnight. She is a closeted dyke, married to a high flyer. He's her image of a man. I learned that he had her when she was an incoming student in college. He kept her, and she adapted.

    My eight year old Audi developed some problems. The dealer where I bought it blew me off. She offered her husband, dealer interaction is a man thing. He would get it fixed. He played like he was my boyfriend, and they agreed to fix it. Now we had to please him, woman work.

    We made dinner for him at my place. I have some B&W pictures of me posing on my hall wall, all nudes. In my bathroom, a larger print in a bathtub. Nude, no mistake I'm a girl. My friend told me when he saw the pictures he would fuck me. I told her, only she fucked me.

    We had dinner, he liked the pictures, Ann showed him the whole set. I knew he would fuck me. I had never allowed a man with me, I only agreed because she was there with me. Ann promised that when he was finished with me, I would call him Lord and Master.

    He says that I give him what he's missing. My friend's a dyke, and I'm not. He wants soft caresses, a small woman. She's devoted, but not affectionate. When she's with me, he is my Lord and Master.

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    # 73546 - by Veronica / September 17, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    Here We Are, Fifteen Miles From Town, We Are Ranch Girls Now

    In the world of twisted things, I tell the story of us. There is he, his or him, there is she or her, his sister, and there's me. I met her my last year of college and we rapidly slipped into a forbidden intimate relationship. It was new to both her and me. He wasn't pleased with our frustrations, it upset him no end. At one point his frustration with us, went off the rails and he had sex with her. She took it badly as she should, he took it out on me. We graduated with babies in our bellies.

    He moved us to a border state hidden away on a ranch to grow our babies, and deal with our frustrations. In our seventh month he took me in marriage, to give me a name to 'belong' to him. When it was time for the babies a midwife came to attend to us. We both presented within 48 hours, and the midwife recorded me with fraternal twins, the sole birth mother.

    His business endeavors bore fruit, other than the fruit born from our wombs. Our frustrations by then had been watered, pruned and cared for and we were in full bloom. The babies, blessed with four arms to cradle them and four mother's breasts to nurture them grew and grew, healthy and strong. Our ranch house, stark and simple, became our home.

    Our twin boys are young men, his business is going strong, our frustrations are stronger than ever, she's my lantern, my life guide, my lover, my friend. Our ranch house has grown as the twins have demanded more room, our garden, and our pool, transformed the back yard. We have enough space for two golden retrievers who own the outside. They too are twins, from the same litter.

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    # 73529 - by Patsy / September 16, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 18

    Being Dominated As Shorty By Very Tall Woman

    Nothing makes me cum hard like being cornered as a 4'7 woman by a 6'6 woman who is much more muscular than me and holding me there easily by wall. Better if she says she gonna slap me hard depending on how hard i squirt from all this. Some have a butt i just want to bite away at for being in my face too

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    # 73498 - by ShortSkinnyweakling / September 14, 2024
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