Lesbian

I was 17 when I decided to finally try to sleep with another girl. I had been thinking about it since I was a teenager, but I had never had the courage to try anything, mainly because I was afraid that the word would come out from all over town. Some information: My parents were in the mid-40s when I was 17; I had two sisters, Lora (16) and Lisa (15); My parents were not open-minded about “alternative lifestyles. [Read More]

Like Donna washed the morning dishes, she looks at her kitchen window and looks at her daughter playing in the garden with one of her neighborhood girlfriends. The girls played with tetherball. It was a hot morning and the girls had stopped playing temporarily and moved under the shadow of a maple tree where they drank water from a garden hose. They always felt playful and soaked. Donna smiles also herself while both fight for the control of the pipe. [Read More]

They were my best friends, but they grabbed and it cost me a lot. My name is Gloria and I’m 18, brown, and what I’d call a lucky girl. My only problem is that I’m shy. I was only dating once and it was a disaster. I couldn’t talk to the boy at all. It was my 18th birthday that all my girlfriends gave me a surprise party in one of their homes. [Read More]

Allison Munro is frustrated. His first year at the university was over, and there was no fire, no alarm. Two ordinary sexual pales and experiences did not give her the wild time she wants to remember when she is old and gray. And then, quite unexpected, on a hot steam night, she and her best friend begin to be in the calm of a dark park, and her world changes. As every new sexual experience opens its wider eyes, it emits its inhibitions and becomes increasingly wild and bold, by seduced the brother of her girlfriend, then father, then mother, then reaching the others around her, filled with the excitement of sexual conquest, the pride of a beautiful nymphlet, and the heat of evil desire. [Read More]

After the reception, Elizabeth and I returned to the hotel room where we were. We shared a room with my brother Anton, but he was always trying to pick a chick at our table. Liz and I shared a double bed, and Anton had the other one in the room. It was midnight and Liz went to the bathroom first and ready for the bed, I undressed and in my night shirt. [Read More]

I watched like Larry pulled his dick out of her pussy and got the sex tube from her desk drawer. He pulled a bunch of slippery stuff out of his new secretary’s hole. Her name was Amy. He rubbed her a little on his cock covered with pussy juice and put her to his asshole. It was an ebony work of art. At 51, she was the oldest that Larry had ever fucked. [Read More]

I was lying alone in my bed last night, thinking about you. It was so many years ago, and yet it only seemed a few months. The feelings that you lie next to me, in front of me, behind me, above me, seem so vivid. How did it start? As I remember, it was my thing… you stayed there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. [Read More]

It was a hot summer day in Foyil, Okalahoma when Terri, who visited his cousin, renewed their lesbian relationship. They got close. They had begun to inspect the bodies when they were in puberty. It’s gone to look and touch to suck. They both appreciated the feeling, but as they entered their teens, they stopped playing with each other because they were afraid that people discovered what they were doing and called names. [Read More]

I live in a two-bedroom apartment with three of my friends, my roommate is also my best friend since the second year. The two rooms are master rooms, we have a third bathroom of the kitchen that comes a lot, all accoutrements, inside, outdoor pools, laundry service, full gym with just about every machine known to man, you get the photo. I don’t remember who came with the idea of sharing our money and living as queens, but it really worked well for us, especially the fact that we have twenty four hours of security service and no one can enter the door without the approval of the tenant and I. [Read More]

I guess my sex life started one day in the summer of my thirteenth year while I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room that kept his clothes clean, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so big about things like that, I pulled them and went to my room. I closed and locked my door, then sat on my bed and started looking in the magazines. [Read More]