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I am new here I promise I will share only real stories of my lesbian life and hope you will suggest me to write better my next story. Coming to my first real story how I became lesbian my name is Johnsonika age 25, I am from Thailand I visited so many times in India with great and joyful experience. My mom aged 40 now we are living in big house my dad died when I was at 14 studying in school. Mom was so alone feeling herself I heard late nights mom’s crying sound from bedroom. She is is very beautiful young looking white skin big sexy eyes shaped nose shoulder length hair big perky tits 36b-30-34 flat belly big round tight buts I must say my mom is tallest than me almost 5’8′ …

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There was a major power cut on the run down housing estate following an explosion at the power station, there was no lighting, heating and hot water on the estate for four days, many residents of the estate had gone to stay with relatives or friends, others stayed on the estate using candles torches and gas burners. Sixteen year old Sara was fed up of not being able to have a bath and decided to go to the local bath house that was the only source of hot water, Sara’s younger sister Sally went with her. At the bath house Oma who was two years younger than Sara was collecting towels and saw Sara and Sally enter the building and smiled and thought to herself I hope that I get to see these two bitches …

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I strapped it on to me and repositioned and retied Dawn so she was laying down with her ass at the end of the bed. Her legs were wide open and her pussy was in plain view. It was super wet and just aching for me to touch it. I lightly rubbed one finger over it, making Dawn shake. “Fuck, Kara! Fuck me already!” “Oh, I’ll fuck you alright! I’ll fuck you nice and hard till you can’t even speak!” I replied to her. I rubbed her pussy just to feel the hot wetness. I grabbed my strapped on dildo and rubbed it on her clit. Side to side, then up and down. I slapped it on her swollen, wet clit, making her scream out in pleasure. I slowly slid it in her wet pussy. …

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I handcuffed her hands and tied her feet to the bed posts. I looked at her and she was looking at me and biting her lip. “you ready for this, Dawn?!?” I asked her with a smirk. “Mhmm” she hummed and nodded while still biting her lip. I spread her pussy lips open and started licking her clit. I got a dildo and slowly slid it inside Dawn’s sexy ass. I kept eating her pussy till she said she was almost there. I stopped and got the fastest vibrator. I set it to the fastest speed and slid it fast in and out of Dawn’s soaking wet delicious pussy. She was squirming but couldn’t stop me cause of the rope and handcuffs. “mmmm-ooohhhh” she moaned loud. I got over Dawn and kissed her. I sucked …

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Background: Here is Sheila with the story title Unbelievable Lesbian Experience with the In-Laws – Part 1 As being a married woman in an Anglo-Indian family (mixture of British and Indian) this true story runs around about my in-laws and my experience and exposure to bisexual life style. However, in order to keep up my happy marriage I had to be with the flow by having no arguments and to keep myself away from any unwanted complications in my marriage. Well, as long as my husband is happy and so as my in-laws, so obviously my life would be on ease without any unwanted tension. And then by the flip side who would be that unhappy married woman who is getting so much liberty to explore her sexual fantasies right in her own home through …

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Callow flew back in from the Midwest, to Les Spirites, California, to resume her tenure as professor. Her course: lesbian sociology. Over break, she hooked up with a lover in Illinois. In sweet love, found sweet oblivion. In a delicate choreography of a lesbian sex dance, made love in private quarters. On return, faced a hollowness familiar. She addressed this the following morning in class, incorporating ideas of evolution and ethics to prove that lesbian sociology could and should hold a candle with any other culture or sociology. Callow addressed the “The Lesbian clock” a throw-back to days when resources were scarce: women gathered up resources. Every angst or ennui in every lesbian relationship could be attributed to the old gene: survival, evolve. The lynchpin of lesbian? Population surplus. Nations and societies were maxed out, …

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As students poured into Les Spirites, to occupy hotel rooms, a LGBT or self-proclaimed lezian took it upon herself to educate her peer, one night in bed. Mandy was her name. She spoke of the “White Room”. Spotless, clean, sterile. Up in the towers of Les Spirites Skyscapers, where leaders and upstarts in the business world worked, a group of lezians worked. Sometimes convertly. They worked. They wore the white rings. Their peers in the underworld wore black, or green, or something dark and red. White was a simple of their purity and strength: disavowing notions that success, in both life and business precluded them, they worked assiduously. Set aside a room, called it the “White Room”, the symbol of their resolve. It had a desk, a cabinet of her resolutions. More importantly, they never …

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In Les Spirites, within a locale popular to lesbians and other members of gay community, lezians gather together. At a building formerly a hostel, bought and owned by a lezian, her enclave gather there every night after work. A year after the finger, a dollar game caught on fire among the more adventurous lezians, a lezian started a bordello. There was nothing fake about their finger games: some won good money for their one-to-one finger games. Not quite finger wrestling. Both consented. No harm, no foul. First cum, first wins. As corny as it sounded, some left, but some hungry for cash, stuck around. They took to the floor at night, and amid grunting and groaning, engage in a contest of outlasting the other to the first orgasm. Alternatively, others preferred endearance over speed, and …

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In a city called Bloomington, a gathering of gays and lesbians gathered together in a meeting house. Paired one lesbian to one gay, they entered in pair. To outside eyes, no one would suspect, much less even guess they were of the gay community. But a community they were in full force, a sizable congregation of 50 +. Sat in silence, as one shared: shared often, too. On return to their cul-de-sac, just for them, lesbians paired up with lesbians, retreated into their abode. The gays went into the community rec center. Within their homes, neatly arranged, arrayed in a quaint grid, lesbians in a mass of sinews and finely tuned muscles groped in the dark among each other. Their soft kisses an exploratory journey up and down the study, fine forms of their companions. …

A Cult in Illinois Read More »