Lesbian Experience Stories Novels & Stories

Harper smiled at me like I’d hung the moon. Jamie snapped their fingers in support. Leah fist pumped. Dani whispered, “Slay.” Then Sienna spoke. “I used to think ‘queer’ fit me better,” she said softly. “But now I think lesbian fits too. Like it doesn’t feel scary anymore.” I nudged her. “Because you have amazing taste in girlfriends.” She snorted so loudly someone dropped a pen. The meeting kept going people sharing stories, tiny wins, and stupid moments. Leah talked about her crush on the girl who works at Smoothie King.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

But here, I see Sodom, and it looks like Sodom would be good if my body would be explored the way those ladies were exploring each other’s body. “You saw them, right?” she asked. I shook my head. I didn’t want to say much, because I fear she might ask me to do the same with her. But doing the same with her in the privacy of my room would be good because no one would see us, coupled with the fact that I have not had sex for three whole years, and going lesbian is safer than getting a dick. “They don’t like doing same with me, even if I ask them to help me out, but you said you would be here for me whenever I need you.” She said, rolled out of bed and made towards me.

I ground out, shoving my hands into my jean pockets. "I know what you're thinking, and the answer is yes." she sniffles. "We go way.. back, I was her first lesbian experience, and well..." She returns her gaze to Lisa with a faint smile on her face. "I mean, take a look at her," I smirk in response to her light-hearted chuckle. "Fucking women!" I rub my brow with my hand, too tired to be irritated. "What happened, I thought she had only been shot in the leg?"

Listening to her whole story makes me feel a little bit inconvenient, a frown crawling up my face as I get to thinking. Lots of girls here are lesbians but five people falling in love with each other seemed a little bit far-fetched but then we are girls…. We do get attracted to such people real quick and maybe… just maybe she could have said the truth Afterall. I mean why would she lie to me? We hardly know each other and for the first time in forever there's someone who actually sees things from the same angle like I do. Age knows this is a hell hole and we are being hunted as prey, killed just for fun but then I feel her pain.

I kissed her and her tongue plunged in, sweeping my mouth of her essence. Mom paused, pulling back, "I want to explore you." I rolled off her thin body onto my back, spreading my legs. My body buzzing with the energy of anticipation. Amanda's hands caressed my skin with a feather touch, avoiding my nipples and pussy, for now, as she told me the story of her first lesbian encounter with her married English professor in college and how the husband found them naked and eating each other and joined in. The liquid lust flowed from my vagina. Mom leaned over me, her modest breasts hanging down. I touched her nipple, she purred, "It's my turn."

I thought, I found a way out at that time, after being trapped for three years in the labyrinth of suffering. From that day on, my dark world seemed to be the arrival of a beautiful fairy who gave the lost color polish. Slowly I turned a new page in the city of Jakarta, living life as a regional child even though I was no longer a normal woman in general. I have trauma to the touch of men and often feel scared if they are just a few feet away. I've never felt the passion of falling in love or anything called. I'm not a same-sex lover, don't get it! it's just that I hate the bordered people in this universe too much.

she explained. "Anyway, the other night I was having a powwow with several girls and the topic invariably turned to sex. You may not know this but sometimes when women talk to other women about sex it can be in a very explicit manner. Anyway, the talk came around to oral and listening to these girls I realized they've never experienced anything like I have with you. It made me a little sad for them and made me feel a bit selfish.

Enchanting to her was the kindness of the people - and beauty of the women. Rosy didn't mind if her lovers were men or women, but the innocence of the village women, high in the Domminga Mountains, where life was carved in sweat and blood alone, and the virtue of living was so entwined with the natural world, made Rose an expat of sorts.

“Admit it. When I washed your back, didn’t you want to melt?” She was right. I did. But that didn’t mean that I wanted a lesbian experience. “I admit it. I did. But, I’m not into girls like that.” “How do you know?” she asked. “I’m not a lesbian, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the soft touch of a woman in the shower. Let me show you. If you don’t like it at any time, just say stop and I’ll stop.” She moved so close that I could feel her bare nipples tickling my back. “You’re my only real friend and I want to share this with you. I want to share the good stuff.”