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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 66
A Story, True And Unvarnished
We were teens doing nothing. We got around to sex, again, a repeated topic. "What's your biggest fantasy?". She answered in a very guarded voice "let's eat pussy". That's how it started.
College and out in the real world we shared an apartment, shared a bed and a shower. We had yet to lose our virginities, our 'luck' with men was none existent. In one of those off hand conversation my coworker offered up, 'maybe you're unlucky because you come across as a lesbian'. I answered 'how so?'. 'Oh honey, it's written all over your face'.
I didn't want to be 'lesbian' or perceived of being lesbian. My dreams were Mr. Nice Guy, marriage and children.
I turned 32 still lesbian, still a virgin. My 'roommate' was still my lover, my lesbian partner. We decided to try a blind date scenario. We put an ad in the personals 'Miss Lonely looking for love and children'. We were very careful, very careful. We interviewed this one man. No sex other than procreation. My roommate would witness, nothing other than procreation, no 'titties'.
It was 'awful'. Really awful. The most regretful five minutes of my life. But it was 'done' and nature took it from there. The only saving grace us that the whole encounter was anonymous, fake names on both sides. Motel, bus to the arrival and departure, wig and dark lights.
The pregnancy 'progressed' normally. Incessant progress. A 'parasite' taking over my body. One day it was over and we took home our 'bundle of joy'. We tried breast feeding, it was chore like we never imagined and gave up after six weeks. Someone had to stay home. I was the mother, my duty call, I was the housewife.
Your brain functions normally, unless your hormones take over. Our son was three and I got pregnant, another anonymous encounter. This is when I wished we had 'milked' my son's father, kept enough sperm for another. As it is, there could only be different fathers. It was twenty years since that day when we decided to eat pussy.
We are lesbians no doubt about that. Men didn't look us up, unless we reached out in the personals. Our son's are now grown up, two mothers. And two fathers. The mothers they know, but not their fathers.
College and out in the real world we shared an apartment, shared a bed and a shower. We had yet to lose our virginities, our 'luck' with men was none existent. In one of those off hand conversation my coworker offered up, 'maybe you're unlucky because you come across as a lesbian'. I answered 'how so?'. 'Oh honey, it's written all over your face'.
I didn't want to be 'lesbian' or perceived of being lesbian. My dreams were Mr. Nice Guy, marriage and children.
I turned 32 still lesbian, still a virgin. My 'roommate' was still my lover, my lesbian partner. We decided to try a blind date scenario. We put an ad in the personals 'Miss Lonely looking for love and children'. We were very careful, very careful. We interviewed this one man. No sex other than procreation. My roommate would witness, nothing other than procreation, no 'titties'.
It was 'awful'. Really awful. The most regretful five minutes of my life. But it was 'done' and nature took it from there. The only saving grace us that the whole encounter was anonymous, fake names on both sides. Motel, bus to the arrival and departure, wig and dark lights.
The pregnancy 'progressed' normally. Incessant progress. A 'parasite' taking over my body. One day it was over and we took home our 'bundle of joy'. We tried breast feeding, it was chore like we never imagined and gave up after six weeks. Someone had to stay home. I was the mother, my duty call, I was the housewife.
Your brain functions normally, unless your hormones take over. Our son was three and I got pregnant, another anonymous encounter. This is when I wished we had 'milked' my son's father, kept enough sperm for another. As it is, there could only be different fathers. It was twenty years since that day when we decided to eat pussy.
We are lesbians no doubt about that. Men didn't look us up, unless we reached out in the personals. Our son's are now grown up, two mothers. And two fathers. The mothers they know, but not their fathers.
