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 First Time Girl Exp.

I'm going ro make this short and sweet I'm new to this. I'm strait but am considering other things. I recently fooled around with my best friend, we got drunk and stripped each other down, took turns going down on each other and basicly fucked. The following day I remember everything and I'm not sure if she does, I have pics of that night that I mastebate too...but I'd like to find out if she remembers anything or if she enjoyed herself, just don't know how to ask. Because I think I like her and what we did felt great. If anyone had any advice let me know in the comments below. Thx guys

  • Lesbian Soccer, And Softball Players Are Not A Myth

    I started playing soccer in the 7th grade. By the time I got to high school I was on the varsity team. On my team there were several lesbians, our coach was a lesbian, I was propositioned many times.

    I knew girls on the volleyball, tennis, softball teams. They also spoke to me about lesbians on their teams, and coaches and assistant coaches. I've wondered for a long time that lesbian coaches recruited lesbian players.

    I'm not a lesbian, I was cautioned about guys, suggested to socialize with my teammates, not with guys. Cheerleaders, to my knowledge were straight. At least they fucked guys. I lost my cherry between my junior and senior year. Once I got dick, my coach lost interest in me and I never got a soccer scholarship, although I played in college as a walkon.

    I experimented with a lesbian player in college, to see what it was all about. I just could never get interested enough, although I was sexually aroused.

    More Than Friends

    What do you do after you've been made. I was in Bolivia with a friend, another woman. We were going down the spine of South America, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Chile. We had money, and we had a plan. In Bolivia we took one room to save money. It had one bed, no big deal we had slept together before. The altitude put us to sleep, cuddled together from the cold. The maid walked in in the morning and found us in bed together and told the manager, we were thrown out of the hotel for being gay but our bags followed on the street.

    We went to Chile.

    Long story short, we returned without any money, accused of being lesbians which we never lived down. Seems that they were right, we would have had to plead guilty. We left friends and returned more than friends. Who would have known, two decent lady friends accused of such a thing.

  • Hot Summer Days And My Best Friend

    These hot summer days always make me really horny. I was casting my mind back to school days in my teens and my sexual awakening. Long story, but I had a lesbian relationship with my best friend at school. It started in our early teens and lasted until we were almost twenty years old.

    I remember so many hot summer days sat in the classroom as horny as fuck, just waiting for the bell to ring home time. My friend and I would then go to one of our bedrooms to do homework (that’s what we told our parents). I would be sat on the bus next to my friend, literally hyperventilating with arousal. I could smell her perfume and her make-up. I looked at her long white legs emerging from her school skirt, and I wanted to be between those legs. The walk from the school bus was the worst; I would want to run to our respective houses! Then through the front door, get the hello mum out of the way and up to the bedroom. The door closed and in my house locked.

    Passionate kisses, hands all over each other’s breasts, blouses and bra off, nipples sucked. Then on the bed, hands up skirts and dragging each other’s knickers off, the first intoxicating smell of her musky pussy then the taste of heaven. Feeling her lips and tongue on my pussy as she lapped at my pussy lips and clit. Fingers being pushed into vaginas, the feeling of having a full pussy whilst licking and being licked. The bliss, the ecstasy and finally the orgasmic release when my sanity would then return.

    Holding each other afterwards, listening to the birds and the cars passing outside the house, feeling that life can’t be better than this. Slowly, one of us would start the process again; teenaged hormones are voracious and not easily satisfied. My hands and lips would be dripping in her intimate love secretions: happiness and further orgasmic release followed by thirst and hunger.

    I would love to relive one of those sessions on hot days like today

    Ping Pong, A Man A Woman

    I am now 32. I came to the conclusion I was a lesbian while I was in college. I tried it, but I never felt complete. I have this uncontrollable attraction to the wrong sex. But female to female sex doesn't make sense. You can't penetrate, you can't conceive. Being penetrated is itself an end in itself. Better to be penetrated, than to suffer the frustration of sex with a female that cannot be completed.

    I don't 'love' this man. I 'love' this woman. He completes his mission, I can't complete mine. If I have to spend my life as a lesbian, then I will have to live my life with this man too. Not being completed, not receiving the ultimate g*ft of sperm, is living an incomplete life. Whether I care to admit it, whether other lesbians care to admit it, as a female I am incomplete without a man completing inside me and leaving his sperm in me for my care.

    Having a child is a mission I can complete. I can receive his sperm, care for his sperm, conceive with his sperm, and complete the mission for which I was born. Intellectually I know I'm trapped between two incompatible drives, one to complete my mission to conceive, and one to live with my own sex.

    When I am complete with him, I can give my love to her. Ping pong.

  • Nothing Like An Afternoon Fuck

    Somewhat of a sissy girl, I get turned on by a fit sports girl. In class I met Clara, she's a hardbody, flat belly, flat chest, big mound girl. I sat and watched her work out, dripping wet just watching her crotch while she worked out. Sweat running down her chest, her hard tits rising with every breath she took, I looked into her eyes begging for a kiss.

    She stated back at me, I begged for a kiss, she leaned over and kissed me hard, then grabbed my tit, and I have a nice set of tits. I watched her ass in her workout shorts as she walked for the showers. She came out, her hair wet, her blouse too small for her frame, her tights wrapped around her thighs, her mound marking her steps.

    I wanted to say 'fuck me', but all I could do was put the palm of my hand against her mound. Smiling she told me not to touch unless I asked for permission. I stood, she grabbed my ass, told me she had an eye for me. we went on to her apartment, I laid out on her bed. She clipped my clit ring, and clipped the other end to hers, and we fucked, unable to separate, clit to clit until we came.

    I like to straddle her, letting my tits fall around her face, she reaches under me pinching my clit, fingering me, then pulling me down and throughs me on my back and fucks me with her mound and her clit. I'm a sissy, she's a dyke, she eats my pussy, licks my ass, finger fucks me, tongue fucks me, tongues my tonsils, slaps my thighs and ass. And makes me cum.

    My Lovely Best Friend

    At school, my best friend and I used to play boyfriend girlfriend games. It started with just seeing what kissing felt like and then French kissing. During our teen years, we graduated to feeling others boobs pretending it was a boy doing it. Eventually, we started touching each other's pussies pretending that the fingers belonged to a future boyfriend.

    Alcohol and sleepovers accelerated things. We ended up nude in bed, finger fucking each other to orgasm, and then the ultimate feeling of being eaten out. We never stopped pretending it was a boy doing these sexual things to each other, the word lesbian was never used, although it was a bisexual relationship.

    My best friend broke my hymen, and took my virginity with a hairbrush; I returned the favour. We then became very curious about what we could insert into each other’s vaginas. Bananas, cucumbers, carrots, wine bottles and once even a hair spray can was used! Sleepover sixty nines became standard, and I fantasised about eating my friends pussy whilst daydreaming in class.

    I once sat on my bed with my head out of my bedroom window, talking to my dad down in the garden. At the time, my friend was lying on the bed, and I was pantyless sitting on her face as she licked my pussy and clit.

    When we were both feeling randy but couldn’t do anything about it, we would simply go to the loo and swap our panties. It felt brilliant knowing that my pussy was rubbing against the cloth my friends pussy had been rubbing against just moments before. Sometimes, I would go back to the loo alone and sniff the panties while still having her scent on them.

    When we both started dating boys, both of us were disappointed by the physical aspects of the relationship, although this changed when we began having full-blown sex, which was terrific. Even when we had boyfriends, we would still have sex sessions during our sleepovers.

    We are now both in our twenties and met up for lunch today. During lunch, my friend put her hand on my knee under the table cloth. It travelled up my leg and eventually found its way into my panties. We chatted shit during lunch as she finger fucked me to orgasm; it was so difficult to have a silent orgasm to not raise any suspicions with the other diners. My husband asked me if I’d enjoyed lunch when I got home, and I told him exactly what had happened. He always fucks me real hard when I recount my girl on girl experiences with my lovely friend.

    My First Time With A Woman

    By request. This is how I remember my first time having sex with another woman.

    I just started my new job fresh out of college. I was ready to take on the world! But I was also very scared all at the same time. Being in a financial position for a large company with lots of responsibility scared the crap out of me. My manager was a middle aged woman who was tall and thin with steel blue eyes that could either make you tremble with fear or excitement. She had a beautiful smile too and an aura of confidence that just had me mesmerized from day one. I'd happily do every little task, report, or analysis she wanted. I even would bring her coffee just to do what I could to impress or please her. After 2 or 3 weeks on the job she called me into her office. I was nervous as hell because I had messed up some numbers on a huge order that could have cost the company over $10,000.00. I was sure I was going to get dinged for that. Instead she pointed out how I made the error and what to do in the future to prevent such mistakes. After about a half an hour of being taught and corrected she said we should have dinner one day soon after work, on her so she could give me "more personal and thorough" training. I still remember when she said that looking at me and smiling with her hand on my arm, I melted. I might have been too eager saying sure, whenever you like Ms. Stevens. She said ok how about tonight then at 7 at Antonio's? And call me Kate. Yes Ms. St... Kate!

    I had never eaten there since it is mega expensive and out of my universe. Anyhow I get home after work, and have an hour to get ready. I was so nervous but excited too. In hindsight I had a crush on her even though I didn't think of women sexually at the time. I was just totally infatuated with her and wanted to be just like her. So I get there and as luck would have it she arrived right behind me. So we sit down and get a class of wine and she orders for us both. She just took over everything, telling me that she is the boss and will take care of e everything. I just said oh, thanks Ms. Stevens. She said, if you insist on not doing me Kate, we will have to do something about that. She had such an evil grin, we both laughed so loud people looked at us. Anyhow, long story short, we eat a fantastic veal picata dinner and way too much wine. She says we're both not driving home and called a cab for us. While in the cab she's sitting right against me, and was putting her hand on my knee and lightly rubbing up and down. I didn't even notice really except that I was getting wet. My mind was racing and I was wondering what the hell was going on. Then she just came out and said it. I want you then kissed me. I was shocked. But I didn't resist. She said I can object and it won't affect my job status and if we proceed, no one at the company can ever know. I said I've never been with a woman ever. She said but you kissed back. I said I liked it and I'm open to trying but can't promise anything since I have zero experience. She missed me again and said don't worry honey, just let me take care of everything.

    The cab takes us to her place... Wow! What a beautiful house on the water, 4 bedroom, swimming pool, jacuzzi... You name it, she had it. So we go to the living room and she brings another bottle of wine and pours two glasses. She then says here are the rules...

    You are to submit to .y every request without question while we are off work. At work we will always be professional and our off work relationship will have no affect on our working relationship. At work you call me Kate. Inside my house you call me Miss Kate. I am a dominant woman and you will be submissive to me. No harm will come to you, not will I ever hurt you for my pleasure. I may tie you up on occasion but there will be no whips or stuff like that. Do you agree to these terms? I said, I think so. But what if I don't like sex with women? She said then we will just have our office relationship and this will all be forgotten. We drink to it and then everything changed. She stood up and took my hand and walked me into her bedroom. She sat me on the big beautiful king size 4 post bed and said strip, I'll be right back. I asked if I could pee first so she showed me the bathroom and I went. I might have bolted because I was very nervous but had alcohol fueled courage and I was already wet with anticipation. When I got done peeing, washing up a bit after stripping naked and opened the door to the bedroom she was standing there wearing a black bustier and a black thong with black nylons, garter and heels. She looked so sexy I gasped. She took my hand and laid me on the bed, and started kissing me passionately and had her hands on my boobs pinching my nipples which was sending shock waves through me right down to my dripping wet pussy. It's kind of a blur really but the next thing I know her fingers were inside me and I was cumming. Yes yes she said, you seem to like this. Uh huh is all I could muster. She stopped and said uh huh who? I said Miss Kate? Yes, always use my name when addressing me, my little pet. Then she went back to kissing me and fingering me. I came again. I should tell you that she has a very long tongue which I absolutely loved, very soft lips and almost no boobs at all. The boustier made the look a little bigger but mine were bigger and I was only a 34B at the time. She had tiny pink nipples too that were adorable. She loved mine because they were pretty big even back then. She loved to suck on them too, which I love! The next thing I know is that she had four fingers in me and I'm about to cum again then she slides down and starts licking my clit and I'm convulsing with probably the biggest orgasm of my life at the time. I didn't even notice that she had her whole hand in me. I squirted for the first time ever and she just lapped it up. I passed out from cumming. Honestly. I passed out. I don't know exactly how long I was out but it was only a few minutes. She was lightly slapping my face saying over and over, Trina wake up. I woke and said wow, what was that??? We laughed and kissed and hugged. She told me she loved my sweet pussy and how wonderfully stretchy it was. Lol. Stretchy? I noticed she had taken off everything and was completely naked like I was. She was waxed down there and smooth like me. She said touch my pussyine you line yours touched. So I started lightly rubbing her clit, and then dipping into her wet hole. Even after that her clit was pretty tiny compared to mine which is big by any standard. It's my favorite part of my body. Anyhow she did have nice big labia and I loved the way they parted like butterfly wings. She said lick it now, so I did. I had never thought I would be doing this. But here I was sticking my tongue into another woman's vagina. I loved it. She smelled sweet and slightly musky but it was intoxicating. I licked her juices up and swallowed. I licked her clit and she came. She said, fingers too, keep licking and finger fuck me pet. I continued to lick, put one, then two, three, four fingers. She came again and again. Put your whole hand in me now!!! I did, she came, juices gushing all around my hand and on my tongue. I licked and sucked and drank all I could. She bucked and bucked and nearly broke my nose. I wasn't ready for all that. But I was hooked. I couldn't get enough pussy. I wanted to drink her all up. We both passed out some time later. When we woke the next morning we missed and had more sex. Since it was the weekend we had ..(continue confession)

    Never Had Anything Like This

    I am 37, my husband divorced me for a 22 year old. I have the same size body I had in college, I am in good shape, a natural blonde and as was his preference I kept things shaved, grown in, or trimmed as my ex wanted. I let him do everything to me he wanted sexually. He was my second in my mouth, the first for me in both lower holes. I didn't have sex with him till I was 21 though I did suck him fully. After he left me, I met Deana who I didn't realize is a lesbian and a domme. She seduced me, and took me fully into the lesbian world of sex and partnerships and I fell in love. She then pushed me further. I am her submissive sexually.

    I never orgasmed with sex, ever. I would masturbate for my ex, sometimes in the car, in public, and in our home but I faked it. I had my first orgasm with Deana. I was hooked. I do anything she wants, and have exhibited myself in front of groups of her friends, many of whom got naked and used my mouth to cum, and they all watched while she used a cane on my ass, which also made me bleed and orgasm. I now have cane marks on my boobs and my butt cheeks, but I don't care. Last week she had me go with her to the pool where she ordered me around in front of everyone near us, and wearing a string bikini bottom they could see my lash marks on my butt and with the micro tops they could see the two on my boobs. It took her a couple of months before she got her hand into my vagina, then larger things, now her hand fits inside me for anal as well. She makes me talk dirty to her and take care of her body at all times of the month.

    I am hers, I have found what I need sexually with her, and I love it all. I am her property and I am finally in real love.

  • Now That I'm Pregnant I Feel Like This Has Always Been My Destiny

    I am a 29 year old pregnant lesbian by my first cousin. I went to my father's funeral and my cousin got on my case because of my orientation. He got his hands inside my dress and pulled my panties down and got on me until he came in me. I am pregnant because of it.

    It wasn't unpleasant. Since we were kids he has always lorded it over me so this wasn't any difference. When we were at birthday parties he made me serve him his cake and ice cream. When we were teens he made me make his bed. He made me hand wash his underwear after he masturbated in them. He got on my back and dry humped me. Basically I have been his slave all my life. Fucking me to get me to acknowledge him and getting me pregnant makes sure he is and always will be in charge of my life.

    I don't have any negative feelings about being pregnant. It's okay, Just no periods. I don't have a partner right now so no explaining anything there. I intend to breast feed, If I'm going to be a mom then I'm going full in. I have a job but I will quit before the baby is born and move in with my mother. Now that my father is gone, there is room enough for me and a new baby will give my mother someone to fawn over.

    Somewhere in the back of my mind I feel I am living out something I always knew would happen. Since I was a little girl I knew my cousin was going to be the father of my kids, then my wires got crossed and I thought that maybe I would never have kids.