Lesbian

I’m not a lesbian. I’m 100% not into girls. Sure, I’ve kissed a friend now and again, normally to get rid of unwanted male attention but I don’t fancy women. I love cock. Big, hard cock. So why am I currently naked, scissoring my best friend to orgasm? It started as a normal evening. It was my birthday and a huge group of us went out for dinner followed by cocktails. Anna was one of my best friends. A stunning six-foot-tall blonde with legs up to her armpits. Her smile was infectious, her laugh even more so. We had been friends for nearly twenty years and liked to cause trouble together. We had a great evening; food, drink, dancing, laughing, everything was just amazing so it was a group of happy people by the time …

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Hubby gave me ‘permission’ to see Debbie alone; apparently, it wasn’t cheating if it was the same sex! I asked her in a text and she thought it was a good idea as we were both new to the experience of being with another woman. We’d shared a kiss, I found out I enjoyed sucking her nipples and fingering her but I wanted more. I wanted to taste her. We set a date, and she messaged me to tell me she was free. I didn’t have time to get changed and wasn’t exactly dressed for it but it turned out I was naked within minutes of getting there anyway so I needn’t have worried. Debbie was alone in the house apart from her pets but I didn’t mind that, we had pets too. She answered …

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I still don’t know what drew me to the advert in the personal column of my local newspaper. It called for volunteers to help at a recently discovered Roman settlement dating from Fifty-Five BC. I knew from my History lessons that this was the period that Julius Caesar invaded Britain. My curiosity was aroused. I called the number advertised and learned that due to holiday commitments, they were short of staff. They required staff for the next two weekends. I offered my services and they eagerly accepted. The site was about ten miles from where I lived. On the following Saturday, I reported for duty. I was greeted by a guy who looked like a university professor, complete with a beard and a ponytail. I was kitted out with a long smock-type gown that buttoned …

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Cait and I were visiting her mom and aunt one weekend. Her mom was doing okay by then. She hadn’t started working again but kept saying she was going to soon. And she hadn’t gotten her own place yet either. She said she was looking, but Cait and I both thought she was lying about that. Whenever we were there, we slept in the bedroom that was supposed to be her mom’s, and she would always say, “I’ll just sleep on the floor in Jessica’s room, I don’t mind at all.” But it was obvious she never used her room. One time, Cait even put some things under the top mattress, just before we left. You couldn’t see them, but it would’ve been impossible to sleep on, and when we came back weeks later, the …

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The trees have yet to find the colors of fall, nor has the autumn chill found its way down from the mountains, but a new season is slowly on its way and with it, many memories of falls gone by. In memory of one such fall, it shall be stated that the State Fair was underway in Nashville when the following story took place. I was meeting Carmen, a Latin woman, whom I had worked with as an intern at Chapel Hill. We began seeing each other outside of work rather instantly and when our lives took us to vastly different places, we kept in touch. With that bit of history done, I found myself in need of a road trip and she needed a good laugh so we made plans for the fair the …

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Nekane nervously plays with a strand of her own hair as she discreetly delights in the beauty of her friend. Her fingers twirl the tendrils while her gaze steals occasional glances, appreciating the graceful allure of the woman seated before her. Despite the age difference, Nekane is drawn to the harmonious contours of her friend’s face, finding herself inexplicably captivated by the subtle details that make her so magnetic. Her eyes fixate on the beguiling hues of copper that embellish her friend’s hair, each strand reflecting a flicker of light like a hidden treasure waiting to be uncovered. As their conversation unfolds, Nekane’s heart quickens with each stolen moment of admiration, the shared stories only deepening her fascination. Amid the flutter of nerves, Nekane’s fingers continue their delicate dance with her own hair, a telltale …

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I didn’t start university until my early twenties. My grades at school weren’t great so I worked a job for a couple of years studied part-time and then eventually went to university. I moved into a flat with two other girls. I loved them to bits and they are still close friends now. I couldn’t live like your typical student though. I couldn’t live off so little cash like them so I did some bar work in the evenings. One of the girls had a friend who used to hang with us. She was a little older than us but anytime we went out for drinks she would always be there. One evening we were having pre-drinks at our flat. I got chatting with my friend’s friend, who was called Emma. I was saying how …

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Elise tossed and turned in her bed for most of the night. If she had slept at all, it was minimal at best. The previous days’ encounter with Justice continually replayed inside of her head and she couldn’t wait to see her again. She finally relented and got up at six in the morning. Absent of a better idea of what to do with her morning, she ended the brief standoff with her father and started unpacking boxes. After roughly setting up a couple of rooms, she decided to get cleaned up before Justice stopped by. She took a quick shower, picked out her cutest summer outfit, and blow-dried her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror for a bit and tried to think of what Justice would like. Then she grabbed a hair-tie …

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I slipped the note under the door of Mother Superior’s office and hurried out of the back door of the convent with my backpack, leaving my life of the past eleven years behind. Tomorrow, I would have been making my final vows to enter the congregation and become a bride of Christ. I ran into the woods, removed my nun’s habit and wimple, and put on an old threadbare pair of jeans and a t-shirt, the sole items of secular clothing I owned. I undid my braid and shook out my long blond hair. Shouldering my backpack, I started out following a road that led to civilization, a civilization that was alien to me. The sum total of what I knew about the outside world could have been written on a Post-it note. I had …

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It was early spring. While my love life was hardly what I would call “on the skids”, it had been lackluster as of late. One would naturally assume that the nightclub scene would be a meat market. To a great extent, it is. Night after night I went to various spots, an easy thing to do when living near a beach, a college, and a military town all within thirty minutes of one another.  My friends had gotten into the habit of telling me during this period that I was too picky or that I just needed a good romp to get out of my funk. I would laugh it off. True, I could have probably gotten laid whenever I wanted.  The truth is that I wanted something fantastic, something that filled my needs spiritually …

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I met her when she was moving from the dorms on Chapel Hill to an apartment just off campus. She was carrying a box of, ahem, “personal” items when she must have stumbled over her own two feet and sent the contents scattering across the hallway.  I have been told that I have a knack for arriving at the perfect time, as I was rounding the stairs just as everything went kersplat. I couldn’t help but stifle a giggle and I saw her sit up straight and I imagined the look on her face was one of mortification. Her body language was one of defeated reluctance, as though she knew that her first day in the building would see her branded as a sex fiend.  Breaking the tension, I joked with her, “I have that one …

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Amy pulls into the hotel driveway. Distracted by the view of the lake, she almost runs down the bellhop. Slamming on the brakes, her face flushes red in embarrassment. “Holy shit, what a way to start a relaxing getaway,” she mutters sarcastically. Pulling to a stop, she gets out and hands the valet the keys. She reaches into the back seat to retrieve her small travel bag and work backpack. Everything she needs is in these two bags. Walking into the lobby, she spies the self-check-in kiosk. Wanting to avoid all contact with people, she walks over, swipes her credit card, and quickly completes the displayed form. A key card drops into the slot at the bottom of the machine, and she is on her way to the bank of elevators. After the crowds of …

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Marie Quinn had never in her forty-seven years woken up one morning in bed with a woman, until now. The sleeping woman that the blinking and awakening Marie was looking at lovingly was fifty-six-year-old Tammy Rice and the bed that they were in was the spare bed in a cottage owned by Lee and Colin Purvis, both aged sixty-six. The night just gone had been the fourth of a week that Marie was spending on holiday in the village, she was renting the cottage next door to Lee and Colin, but had not spent a great deal of time in it. Marie was revisiting an area that she knew from earlier in her life, but had not visited for several years. Her intentions were to visit the picturesque villages and the historic buildings in the …

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Ross Creek flowed quietly into a natural pool. The only sound was a steady murmur of water dropping over a slight rise, creating a miniature waterfall. A gentle breeze stirred the tree branches and vegetation around the creek. Jill dropped her pack and watched the waterfall. This was not her first visit to the placid scene, but it was her first in a long time. She glanced around, listening and watching for any sign that she was not alone. The conservation area seemed largely devoid of human life on this afternoon and Jill was well off the main trail. Still, she was nervous about the possibility of someone coming along, given her plan. After a deep breath, Jill lifted off her bra top and tossed it onto her pack. Her large tits sagged, seemingly relieved …

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It was hot and sticky; the temperature at 3:00 a.m. was still in the eighties, with ocean humidity making human touch very hot. The saving grace was a nice breeze off the waves caressing us as we lay in the water feeling the small waves rolling over us. There was no clothing to absorb the water. We were naked. The air temperature was nothing compared to the heat being created by our bodies as we rubbed together, flirting boldly as we lay teasing each other with sultry kisses. Our bodies pressed together, our arms wrapped around us, and we ground against each other. It was clear to me that we were ready to fuck, as it was my desire inside when Marie grabbed me during the party and kissed me hard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marie was our …

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I roll over in bed and stare at the clock, the glowing red numbers reading 1:17 a.m. I could call her. She’s on the West Coast, it’s not too late. I shouldn’t. I need to sleep. But I can’t. My body is on fire. Missing her. Laying in bed, without her next to me, I can’t help but miss her body. Her warmth. Her bright blond hair like a nightlight in the dark. Who am I? She’s only been gone for two days, this is ridiculous. She’s coming back in less than twenty-four hours. When did I become so needy? Needy for her. I move my hand down to my thigh, gently rubbing my smooth skin, gliding higher and higher until I can feel the heat emanating from my pussy. I slowly trace the outline …

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Kim could not sleep after her squirting experience. Just thinking about her juices gushing out made her naked body buck and squirm. Feeling tired from earlier that evening, Kim felt conflicted. She wanted, nay, needed to masturbate, but the thought of doing so already tired her out. Eventually, Kim had made up her mind. If she wanted to have any shut-eye that night, the intense arousal needed to be fucked out of her system. With a heavy sigh, Kim stepped out of bed and quietly walked downstairs. Entering the living room, Kim saw her and Sarah’s toys haphazardly tossed on the coffee table, just as the roommates had left them mere hours earlier. As Kim slowly approached the table, she noticed that the most frequently used toys still glinted in the faint moonlight. Evidently, they …

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Two years later, Aleta and Sandra met up again at the annual conference, this time with pre-planned activities. The first evening after dinner, Aleta invited Sandra to her room for a nightcap. After some small talk, Aleta mentioned that she had started a side business, taking videos and still photos of single women, men, and couples. “My husband has hinted on a few occasions that he would love to have some intimate photos of me . . . to use when I’m out of town, you know,” said Sandra. “Would you like me to take some photos of you?” asked Aleta. “Oh . . . why yes, that would be lovely” “Let me fetch my equipment.” Aleta retreated to the master bedroom of her suite and returned with a Fuji Film XT-4 that she had …

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I had suspected that my wife was having an affair for a while now, but I had no definite proof, just the feeling that she was getting her satisfaction elsewhere. For the last six months or so, she had been less interested in sex, as well as being away from work when I called more often than she used to be. Also, I suspected that the affair was taking place in our own bed, as the sheets were being changed more often. I decided that I was going to find out, in the classic style, by catching her in the act. We had been married for fifteen years and we have been very happy together. Angela (my wife) had always been concerned with her weight, but I loved the way she looked and always reassured …

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Sunday. I arrived at the dig early and changed into my sexless garment but this time I left my underwear off in the hope that Suzie might want to resume our sexual encounter. Suzie arrived and just carried on as usual. My disappointment must have shown, as she whispered to me in the afternoon, ”Would you like to stay behind with me again? I ‘ave told my ‘hubby to come later.” She giggled sexily. ”Oh yes, please, Suzie, it was terrific.” She chuckled with that delightful twinkle in her laugh. ”Are you going to be a very good girl and do exactly as I tell you?” ”Yes, I am yours to pleasure as you want.” ”I think you will get even more pleasure than yesterday, sweetie.’ My pussy tingled with this delicious thought. The rest …

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