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I confess to wasting my time getting caught up at this site. I read so many stories I can relate to. I want to comment but it is for members only. I get tense and want sexual gratification, I have to strip and rub myself to an orgasm. It can be more fulfilling than my husband; and almost always is. The adventures, if he only knew, would trouble him. And a few he would probably enjoy. GGB, and ... .
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My husband's sister just ate my pussy and wow. I have had lesbian fantasies for years but knew I would never act on them. It's just the thought of something new. Thinking a woman knows what a woman likes. The exploring and being explored by another woman can get me wet and imagining while masturbating. I am only curious but also somewhat confused. I just want to know what it feels like.
Well we just moved and my married sister-inlaw came for a week to help out. We get along great and there was some flirting but I thought nothing of it even though she got a bit frisky at times. One morning I was making coffee when she entered wrapped in a towel. She was watching me and complimenting me and my looks. I was feeling a bit nervous and turned on at the same time. I turned and looked into her eyes. They were saying they wanted to eat my pussy. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She immediately began to kiss me and dropped her towel. I was caressing her hot curvy body and we were off to exploring and probing one another for most the day, allowing just enough time to shower and start dinner before my husband got home from work. The rest of the week were able to get some work done while having fun. She returned home leaving me to wonder if I will crave just her or will it be her and her husband in a threesome? The thought of eating her with her husbands huge dick deep inside my wet pussy is hot. No one has ever eaten my pussy the way she did.
#pussy #eat #lick #suck #touch #orgasm #first #only #lesbian
I've been a professional photographer for more than 6 years and love my job. I've become very popular and connected in the past few years and have spent a lot of time away from my husband and family. I'm totally ashamed to admit even to myself that I've been having lesbian affairs for more than a year now. One discreet affair with a model turned into an introduction into a parallel lifestyle. My husband thinks our babysitter was suggested by friends when actually we've been dating secretly. It's hard to admit but I think I'm a lesbian.
I love both men and women but sometimes I wish to live in a world of cute, beautiful and sexy women with huge cocks existed and I was the only woman with a pussy. Imagining all those femdoms dominating me and owning me like a slave makes my pussy so wet. Hehe, I'm getting really wet just thinking about it. Only in my dreams I guess, hehe.
#futanari #femdom #slave #fantasy #horny #women #lgbt #lesbian #bisexual
I am married to a man I have been with for over 10 years. I've always been bi-curious, but really only been with guys. I love my husband dearly and will never leave him, but I have found that I am no longer attracted to males sexually. I still think my husband is wonderful, but whenever I masterbate I think of women and lesbian sex. I even look at lesbain porn, and I am actually very turned off by any male presence in the porn.
I met a girl online, and we have become best friends over the couple months we've been talking and video chatting. She is beautiful, and sexy, and sometimes we have phone sex when my husband isn't home.
I think I may honestly be in love with her.
She lives in another country, but I like her so much I used all my tax money and bought a plane ticket just to see her.
When I get there I am very hopeful I will have my first real lesbian experience. (I've fingered a girl before, and been naked and fondled a girl before, but nothing extreme.)
I love my husband dearly, and I won't be leaving him or anything. But I am scared I am actually in love with this girl. But I can't afford to see her often. But I am pretty sure that if my husband and I ever separate for unrelated reasons, I would move to her country and marry this girl.
I want to be with her so bad it hurts.
Im 17 female and I need to tell someone this. For the past three years Ive been visiting my friends to sleep over Ive really been meeting her mother. She called me in her room in the middle of the night on my way from the bathroom. She told me I was the most beautiful girl shes ever seen and wanted to kiss me. I let her kiss me and go under my clothes. She told me to sleep over next Friday so wed be alone in the house. I went over to see what exactly she had in mind. We did all kinds of stuff but mostly we were in her bed together. And for three years we met and did everything. Last month though she moved away. I did think I would but I miss her alot. I dont think Im a lesbian but lately Ive been thinking about older women alot. Are there alot of bi sexual thirty yr olds out there interested in 17 yr olds?
I dream of being confined in a heavy plastic transparent bag, by a bunch of man-hating lesbians, or battered wives, etc., I would have a breathing tube to the outside, but other than that I would be sealed in, with a full load of feces and urine, absolutely filling the bag. I would have swim-goggles and be able to clear away enough of the slurry to see them looking at me, with obvious pleasure and a complete lack of mercy! This would go on for days on end., and be repeated frequently, with no end in sight!
We are both straight girls sharing a two bedroom apartment. The rooms are at opposite ends which is good. But they are not far enough apart because I sometimes hear her masturbating and moaning. I don't want to, but I end up getting really aroused listening and imagine watching. I end up aroussed and masturbating with ideas of having sex with her. I no longer need to hear her moan to get wet, I see her half dressed and looking sexy and I get bad ideas. Time to move out before my curiousity takes over.
#lesbianthoughts #roommate #moans #masturbating #aroussed #wet #listen #curious
I made experiences with a lesbian, I mistreated my mother, I am Catholic but love a Muslim.
I am in love with Justin Bieber, Lol. I stole something, I lied, I smoke like a chimney.
That's everything for today.
It was storming and I couldn't sleep. Dad was gone so I went to sleep with mom. She was making noises when I opened the door. Lesbian porn was on the screen and she was masturbating. I left instantly without her knowing I was even there. She continued with the noises so I know I am safe. What a shock! I don't know what to think or do. My own mother. I cannot tell anyone, including my father. I am stressing. What is wrong with her?
I have no idea what to call this confession. When I was 15 there was a girl in our class who's father was an Army special ranger or something. A mean man, and he scared me a lot. One afternoon I'm at her house, her parents aren't home and we start poking each other and the next thing we are topless and feeling each other up and suckling on each other like babies, with our heads in our arms. We kissed for a long time, still topless on her bed, rubbing our breasts together.
Then, she sat up and said she wanted to see my vagina. I took my pants off and she lay between my legs opening me up and describing everything like a biology book. She kissed every part, and put her tongue in my vagina. Then asked me to do that to her too. She was on her back, guiding me and I was with my head between her legs and my mouth all over her vagina and her father walked in. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off and accused me of perverting his daughter. I thought he was going to kill me.
She screams at him, mind you we were both totally naked, but that didn't matter right then, she screams at him and tells him I'm her girlfriend and we are in love and all that. After that we had to go steady. Whenever she had family events I was invited. We had to pretend. Her father talked to us like we were getting married. We didn't do anything for over a year before telling ourselves if we were guilty of being lesbian and we obviously had to be lesbian, then we should just be lesbian and we got in bed naked and made love for over an hour.
She bought me a promise ring and as far as her father was concerned that was it. When we turned 18 he made sure we got married, before we were even able to go off to college. She's the man, and I had to change my name to hers and we live that way. She's the man and I'm the wife. I do the laundry and she cooks out on the grill. I clean the kitchen and she mows the lawn. I want a baby and she wants to be the one to get me pregnant. But biology won't let that happen so we don't know what to do. I won't let anyone fuck me, and we are scared of IVF.
Why can't they get her DNA and manipulate it so that she can fertilize me? I want her baby. Not some random guy we don't know.
Okay so me and this girl are on the same swim team we r both bi and r interested I. Each other,the other day we were on break and we went into the shower we ended up making out and each of us were naked by the end of our break we rushed to put on our bathing suits and ran out and ahe has a boyfriend
The day I learned I was a lesbian was the same day I masturbated for the first time.
I got a smart phone for my 12th birthday. About two weeks later, in the middle of the night, I am unable to sleep. So I grab my new phone. I had looked up pictures of girls before, but never naked girls. I image searched naked girls and was astounded. After five minutes of scrolling, I realized I had been subconsciously rubbing my lady parts through my PJ bottoms. I took my pants and undies off and rubbed my pussy as gently as possible. It wasn't until half an hour later that I had started to lose control and pushed my finger inside myself. I had never realized touching my privates would feel so good. I kept at it, looking at dozens of beautiful nude girls until I reached my first orgasm. I kind of yelped when I climaxed, and I couldn't back to sleep for a whole hour because I was worried my parents might have heard.
I'm 16 now with a wonderful girlfriend. I want to masturbate with her someday.
I have a fake ID that says I'm 19. I have been getting fucked since I was 12 and that was not with my consent. I go through the motions really don't like having sex. I don't see what all the talk with the girls at school is about, it's really nothing for me but lying there and letting a boy cum inside me and risk getting pregnant. I've let 5 others guys, other than the first do it to me and I still feel nothing. I mean, it feels good, but so does my rubbing myself.
I quit school, hired out through an upscale escort agency and sell myself and my body for sex. I make a lot of money, I don't enjoy sex but I pretend I do and the men, especially older men love me for it. I recently added anal to my sex acts, and started doing sex with older women as well. I had my first orgasm with anyone, but more especially with a customer when I was with an older woman on a long weekend trip to San Francisco. We had a suite with a balcony and she took me out there. It was great with the fog coming in late a night and rushing over my naked body. I want to have a girlfriend in real life to have orgasms with too.
I’m straight, never been with another girl, don’t even have a driver’s license yet, but I have a fantasy. In my fantasy, I wake up in the middle of the night feeling like someone is lying down on me. When I open my eyes, I see another woman lying in top of me, naked, kissing me and grinding on me. Sometimes I try to call for help, but she covers my mouth and keeps fucking me. She fucks me until we’ve both come at least twice, and then she kisses and cuddles me until I fall back asleep. She’s gone when I wake up.
I’ve been having this fantasy for a while, and while some parts change most of it doesn’t. It doesn’t really matter WHO the other woman is, either. Sometimes she’s a random celebrity, sometimes she’s someone I know. Sometimes she’s someone I like, sometimes she’s someone I hate. Sometimes she’s older than me, sometimes she’s the same age as me, sometimes she’s younger.
My name is Cassidy. I’m 26, newly married, and I recently learned a friend of mine is a BBW fetish model. She does mostly-clothed photo shoots—I think the most she’s ever shown is her butt—and she mostly does it by herself.
This is the story of how she paid me to have sex with her.
I don’t know exactly why she picked me, except that she and I have completely different body types—I’m about 110 pounds in a soaking wet t-shirt, she’s 400 pounds—and “contrast” videos and photo sets are apparently popular. I’m straight—yes, I still call myself that, even though I just said I had sex with another woman—don’t really watch much porn, and I wasn’t even hard-up for cash then. I think it was because of how I found out and how I reacted.
I found out about my friend’s modeling business purely by accident, when she showed me some meme on her phone and her husband happened to text her. “New shoot’s ready,” he said, and he attached a photo of her, wearing a flowing dress hitched up over her butt, and no underwear.
I tried not to spit my drink out, but she could see my eyes grow wide. “I think your photos are ready?” I volunteered, handing her phone back.
She said a polite “oops,” tapped out a couple responses, and then put her phone down on the table, but still face up so I could make out a few more samples her husband sent over. She saw where my eyes went and smiled. I asked if those were boudoir shots and she smiled and told me about her modeling business.
Like I said, I’m a pretty boring, pretty straight petite lady. This was all new to me, and I was fascinated. I kept asking her how she got into it, how she felt about it, what kind of money she made from it, etc., and she just went through it so matter-of-factly. She offered to let me look at some other photos she had saved on her phone, which of course I accepted, and it was amazing to see this new, secret, super-sexy side to her.
That’s when she asked if I’d be interested in shooting some sets with her, and I agreed.
About a week later, she and I and her husband were in a park with a decent-sized playground, doing some basic “contrast” photos—showing off how much bigger she was than me. We agreed that these would be strictly clothes-on, maybe some hugging or hand-holding or carrying, but no kissing required. We went around and took a whole lot of photos of just the two of us having fun, sitting in swings and slides and seesaws, me playing hide-and-seek behind her, and her giving me some bear hugs and piggyback rides. We could have been any other couple taking engagement photos for all anyone else would have known.
The raciest it got was when I stumbled off her back, leaned over forward to catch myself, and she got behind me and grabbed my waist while I was bent down. We laughed, she gave a couple bumps with her belly and said “mama likey,” and we laughed some more before I got up. I still don’t know why, but just then I looked her in the eye, looked back at her husband, and awkwardly asked if she wanted to kiss, and she *did*, and then *we* did. Her husband got it all on film, but promised it wouldn’t go into the final collection (it didn’t, though he did send me those photos later).
We drove over to her house to do another photo shoot, this one in our underwear. My heart was racing from the kiss, and again when I saw her in her bra and panties, and again as she and her husband explained that we were going to do some tape measure comparisons and that it was “okay to be horny” there.
There’s something about having tape measure stretched and wrapped around you, of being restrained and appraised and knowing you’re being looked at in that much detail, and that you’re about to do the same to someone else, that’s just … I guess it’s like bondage, but without actually tying each other up. I had to work so hard to get my arms around her waist, her legs, her arms, her breasts, I was so close to her and felt her skin against mine … and then she just got both arms around *my* waist and stared down at *my* crotch to read out the measurements. I giggled like I did back when my then-fiancé and I had just started dating and were getting used to each other’s bodies and turn-ons. She pulled me in close, using the tape, and held me there, right up against her belly, and kissed me on the lips.
Her husband asked if we wanted to do the next part by ourselves, which snapped her a little out of her reverie and she answered yes. He helped us set up a video camera in her bedroom and left the house while we climbed onto her bed so I could “give her a massage.”
She lied down on her belly and gave the most adorable little sigh and shake. I unhooked her bra without even thinking about it and ran my hands along her back, her shoulders, her arms. She was so warm and soft, and she moaned just so right; I looked down and suddenly I was straddling her and gently grinding against her butt.
I slid my hands down, down, down, scooted back so I could grab onto her butt. I kissed her back as I went down, we all knew what was going down here, and she giggled with each tiny little smooch.
“I need to pull these off,” I told her, trying to sound confident. “To get the best massage, I need, um, access.”
She grinned and looked back and just positively *purred* out an “Okay.”
I slid her panties down, kept going past her knees, and tossed them off the bed. I was face-to-face with her naked ass—the closest I’d been to another lady’s ass since I’d been born—and I found myself almost drooling. I squeezed her ass with both hands, kneading it like dough, and it felt like playing with the world’s biggest water balloon.
Within two minutes, I wasn’t even pretending to give her a massage. I’d taken my top off, then my bottoms, then started to kiss her legs, her calves, her thighs, even her butt cheeks. She panted, moaned, pushed back into my face when my fingers met her pussy. My heart started racing as I realized what was happening; that I was fucking my friend; that I was being filmed fucking my friend; that I was being PAID to fuck my friend; that I hand my fingers inside another woman and was getting her off and I was only horny for more. What was I going to tell my fiancé? *Was* I going to tell my fiancé?
I didn’t care. My friend flipped over and threw her bra aside and I climbed on top of her and kissed her until she pushed my head down and between her legs. I licked her. I tongued and sucked and slurped her and tickled her thighs and held my breath as long as I could until I heard and *felt* her come, and then I was on top of her again and kissing her deeply. When she wrapped her arms around me I felt safer than anywhere else in the world.
Now it was my turn to get on my back. She was on top of me, pressing me down hard into the mattress. One hand clamped onto my neck, tilted my head up and back, and she was kissing and licking and biting my throat while her other hand started to finger me. I yelped the first time I felt her teeth against my skin, which just made her laugh. I could feel the hickeys she was leaving me with, and I didn’t care—at least, not enough to ask her to stop.
I came so fast to just her fingers, but she wasn’t done. I was still massaging my throat when I felt her tongue inside me, and soon I was loopy from coming twice in less than five minutes.
I vaguely heard her ask me to get something from the nightstand, and I guess I handed it to her, and when my vision started to clear—I get *so* loopy when I come—she was looming over me with her blue strap-on ready to go, and then she was holding me down, hard, with both hands and pounding me, pounding me, pounding me. Her belly slammed and slapped down onto mine as she thrust into me, and she gave me the most wicked and satisfied look on her face when it dawned on me what she was doing. My arms tingled where she was pinning me down, and I squirmed a bit because, yeah, it was a little scary. She got a look on her face when she was close to the edge, and suddenly her hands were back around my throat, and then she screamed a huge and primal scream as she came while fucking me and I felt the tremors of another orgasm wreck me.
Her hands came off of my throat, and now she was just lying down on top of me, panting and sweating, kissing me, still inside me. When I could move again, I hugged her and cried, just out of sheer … everything. I fell asleep in her arms.
In the morning, we had sex again—no cameras, just faces and fingers and tongues and toys—and then she paid me for the photo shoots and I went home. I have done a few more photo and video sessions with her, and she pays me and lays me very well every time. The only strange thing about the whole thing was how NORMAL she was after it all, like she can just switch off that part of her brain. We’ve hung out with each other and with other people in non-sexy situations since then, she was even in my wedding, and she just acts like nothing unusual happened.
As I write this up, I’m about to go over to her house for another session together. Tonight, she is going to introduce me to a friend of hers, and I have a feeling the three of us are going to fall asleep together in a big sexy pile in her bed. Wish me luck!
My husband was never so good to so I called my sister and after a few hours we had sex.
I came home early one day and walked in on my sister and her friend naked and making out. They were horrified and begged me not to tell anyone. I kept that secret.
I am a woman (20 yrs old) and I can't stop thinking about big boobs. I want to sleep with women and suck their big breasts. Women make me so horny. I have so many fantasies about being dominated by busty milfs. I can't help it.
I just developed a crush and I usually cling on to them hard af and that's what happened this week , I ended up founding out that we are actually related
....shes my cousin and honestly I still cant get her out of my head . Idk what to do *signs*
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