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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 29
Taming And Controlling My Behavior
I was fourteen with a girl from down the block when I kissed her. I was a feeling I couldn't control. I forced her top open and grabbed her boobs and kissed and sucked on them while I grabbed her between the legs. I got her pants off and ate her. I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. I finally grabbed her so I could rub my clit against her and finished in an orgasm that pretty much knocked me out.
I became a very aggressive top and kissed a lot of girls by the time I finished high school. I dressed so I could rub my clit. I got a job at a department store working in security for this butch lesbian. My job was to dress and look like I was shopping to catch teen shoplifters. I loved my job. I loved busting shoplifters.
I started to work out seriously and I was a baby bodybuilder. I hated being topped by this older girl who had been body sculpting for five years, but she was just too strong for me. She kept herself completely smooth and her little pussy lips and big clit made me laugh. She ate me and wanted me to wax for her. My clit was 100 percent inside, it only came out when I had sex and was really aroused. Passive sex didn't work the same way, but my clit did become very sensitive. With my pussy waxed I started to concentrate on my thighs. My pussy became my focus.
Between my security job, body building and forced into the bottom role I became much more passively aggressive and I took advantage of younger girls for sex where I could act out my aggression. I was also on testosterone. That's when I ended up in therapy with this man recommended by my boss at work. My therapist was a man. I had never been with a man talking about sex. A man who looked at me like a wolf, I knew the first day I went to him that he was going to fuck me.
He got me off testosterone. And made me grow my bush back, grow out my hair. He put me in feminine clothes and made me go out like that. Soft feminine panties and bras, summer dresses, sandals. I could shave my underarms and legs and softly trim my pubes. At the department store one if the beauticians worked on make up and softening my look, until I was dressed, made up and looked like a total fem. Then he fucked me. Showed me what a top can really do.
I'm a natural aggressive butch. I don't prey on younger girls now. I have a strong willed artist for a lover. We live in Santa Fe, her art world, and I'm a PT at the gym. I'm in shape and wear the outfits, my clients are mostly lesbians. There are a lot of aggressive butch lesbians here so I blend into the background. We are private and for when I feel like I need to be a girl, I have my outfits and makeup and a wig. I get dressed up and we go out into the world. Soft panties make me walk funny. It's part of my therapy. Don't ask me why, but it gets rid of my frustrations.
I became a very aggressive top and kissed a lot of girls by the time I finished high school. I dressed so I could rub my clit. I got a job at a department store working in security for this butch lesbian. My job was to dress and look like I was shopping to catch teen shoplifters. I loved my job. I loved busting shoplifters.
I started to work out seriously and I was a baby bodybuilder. I hated being topped by this older girl who had been body sculpting for five years, but she was just too strong for me. She kept herself completely smooth and her little pussy lips and big clit made me laugh. She ate me and wanted me to wax for her. My clit was 100 percent inside, it only came out when I had sex and was really aroused. Passive sex didn't work the same way, but my clit did become very sensitive. With my pussy waxed I started to concentrate on my thighs. My pussy became my focus.
Between my security job, body building and forced into the bottom role I became much more passively aggressive and I took advantage of younger girls for sex where I could act out my aggression. I was also on testosterone. That's when I ended up in therapy with this man recommended by my boss at work. My therapist was a man. I had never been with a man talking about sex. A man who looked at me like a wolf, I knew the first day I went to him that he was going to fuck me.
He got me off testosterone. And made me grow my bush back, grow out my hair. He put me in feminine clothes and made me go out like that. Soft feminine panties and bras, summer dresses, sandals. I could shave my underarms and legs and softly trim my pubes. At the department store one if the beauticians worked on make up and softening my look, until I was dressed, made up and looked like a total fem. Then he fucked me. Showed me what a top can really do.
I'm a natural aggressive butch. I don't prey on younger girls now. I have a strong willed artist for a lover. We live in Santa Fe, her art world, and I'm a PT at the gym. I'm in shape and wear the outfits, my clients are mostly lesbians. There are a lot of aggressive butch lesbians here so I blend into the background. We are private and for when I feel like I need to be a girl, I have my outfits and makeup and a wig. I get dressed up and we go out into the world. Soft panties make me walk funny. It's part of my therapy. Don't ask me why, but it gets rid of my frustrations.
