Novel & Cerita Cerita Pengalaman Lesbian

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

I sighed and pulled her closer, hoping that she'd get the memo and starts taking care of my vagina needs. She kissed up my stomach again and spread my legs apart... Now, I was straight my whole life, I've never put my mind into lesbian sex besides the few times I walked in on my sister with her head deep in between some girl's thighs or her on top of the girl.. I always wondered how she did that, and by her moans I knew she was enjoying.. so I wondered how she felt at that moment. I mean there is no penetration after all when they are grinding on each other....

It’s not much fun giving a blow job,” Taryn remarks over the noisy gush of heat hitting my hair. “Although I think every lesbian feels that way, don’t you?” “Only if they can speak from experience,” I reply, wincing as Taryn continues to torture my tresses. Taryn winces, too—for an entirely different reason. “And I seri- ously doubt that the judges are going to inquire about my sex life, oral or otherwise, during the interview.”

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

“I mean, the job was for the position of a girlfriend, so that’s checking out the merchandise for you. Not that I’m innocent. I’m fine. But if this is like… something a man and a woman do like… something I haven’t seen yet except in movies…”What the hell am I babbling about? “I’m saying I haven’t done the ‘how’ of this play ever yet.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” “No. I have a dildo in my room, that’s the best that I can say.” I even said that proudly, because that couldn’t be more embarrassing than saying I hadn’t had a boyfriend in my twenty-one years. “No, I’m not a lesbian either.”

Her Dane. Some lesbians have gotten married over the years because they wanted to hide who they are or because they were forced too. Although, the marriage becomes hell and never lasts, they were able to have sex and tolerate their spouse even if it's just for a little while. Few has even been able to bear children. Surely she can do this.... right? She can do this. She wanted to. Dane is not just anybody but the man she truly wants to be with all the time. The man she loves. Surely, being intimate with him won't be so bad....right?

"Isabelle. This notification—it’s from a lesbian p**n site. You were watching that?" My cheeks burned. The others looked at me with curiosity. I could not hide it. "Yes. I have been addicted to watching lesbian p**n for a while now. It started as curiosity about my own feelings. Now I watch it almost every night. Please don’t judge me. I feel so embarrassed admitting it, but I touch myself thinking about women together. Don't think less of me please." Aurora touched my hand reassuringly. "No judgment here Isabelle. We all have hidden desires. In fact this could be perfect. Instead of watching alone we could try it out now with each other. Get the real experience ourselves. What do you think?

Not many—just a couple—but each time was unforgettable. Thankfully, I’ve kept those moments a closely guarded secret. Gays and lesbians still get treated like crap, even in college. I do still think about being with a guy sometimes. But nothing compares to how incredible it feels to be with a woman. The way a woman smells when she’s turned on—guys just don’t smell like that. I’ve shared myself with only two guys. Neither of them cared if I got off. One complained because I got sloppy wet. The second jerk I gave myself to said I sweat too much. And when I did manage to come, he accused me of peeing on him.

I whimpered, "Please Krissy I..." I stopped when after kissing my thigh, Krissy sat up and laughed, "Calm down Keri, we're not going to lesbian rape you, we're not into girls." She paused. "Of course we did have to lick each other's pussies In front of the rest of the sisters to get in." "I faked my orgasm." Laurie said grinning. "Sure you did." Krissy rolled her eyes. "Please let me go." I whispered pathetically.