Lesbian Stories

I have to admit, I had never intended on any of this happening to me. I am a girl that was a heterosexual. I never imagined turning bi. It all started when, one day, I was at school and went to the bathroom to chill out. I was the only girl in there except for the school “slut.” Her name was Kim and I never really talked to her until then. She had asked me if I wanted a ride home from school because I told her my car was not running. I was down with that instead of walking.

Read more: Lesbian Story - My First Time

They were soon naked on the living room floor, Julie’s tongue inside her, carrying her upward as each stroke passed over her clit, making her writhe as she twirled her tongue around the hard tip.  A finger was inside her, then two, as Julie took her clit gently into her mouth, sucking and licking, slowly, sensuously.  Robin buried her hands in Julie’s thick, dark hair, pulling her head down, pushing her hips upward against her mouth.  Robin began licking faster and harder, running her tongue over the length of her pussy while her fingers wriggled inside.  Robin felt the delicious tension mounting with each stroke of Julie’s tongue until she let out a long moan and exploded in ecstasy, her body arching, trembling, her hands pressing down on Julie’s head, urging her to keep her coming as long as she could.  And when she finally came down, gasping and bathed in sweat, Julie was next to her, kissing her gently.

Read more:  Lesbian Sex Story - Robin and Julie 

Haley was not the prototypical lesbian - not by a long shot. Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for makeup, she would never have been called a “dyke” by anyone.  But she hadn’t been with a man since her first year of college, and didn’t have any desire to have one again in the future.  Her interests and passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways.  Her already moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jessica’s pussy must taste and smell like.

Read more:  Lesbian Story - Teaching Jessica

I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before I headed back to the hotel. Walking and looking in the store windows I saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. Now usually I can’t buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I decided to give it a try. Opening the door I was greeted by a little bell announcing my arrival and welcomed by a striking lady, who I assumed to be the owner, while another lady sat in a chair nearby. With a smile she welcomed me in French, and I replied in English that I was interested in the prints in the window.

Read more: Lesbian Story - The Dress Shoppe

I stared into her eyes in disbelief.  We were in public.  And she was so matter-of-fact… she didn’t care where we were.  Part of me wondered who would walk past the booth, but there had been no traffic in 15 minutes.  I let go, kicking my heels off and sinking my head onto her shoulder.  For a few moments she kissed my face…and surprised me again.  She took her right hand from my face and went back to eating her food and drinking her wine.  Her left hand didn’t miss a beat.  Consistently, laboriously, she began to press against my G-spot.

Read more: Lesbian Story - First Anniversary 

Walking into Beth’s suite, Sara was sure Beth couldn’t know how excited Sara was at this invitation. Not so much because she was having a private drink with the boss, although Sara was ambitious enough to want to grasp any opportunity offered. No, the root of Sara’s excitement was much baser.   Although Sara’s sexual experience with other women was fairly limited, there was something about Beth that turned her on badly. It was maybe Beth’s grace, her poise, the fact that she always looked immaculate but not as if  she’d made too much effort. And the fact that, although her face showed the lines of her age, she still had a neat, sexy figure.

Read more: Lesbian Story - Making the Bid 

I’m a lesbian and have never tried to hide it. I mean, I don’t go out knocking doors in the neighborhood proclaiming that I’m a lesbian, but if somebody were to ask me if I was, I would say yes. Now my partner Valerie is different. She works at a school and if it ever got out that she liked women, her career would be over, at least that’s what she thinks.

Read more: Lesbian Story - Blackmail

Linda stared at her open closet like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching semi, sensing the impending doom but so paralyzed with fear it couldn’t move out of harm’s way. She lost track of just how long she’d been standing there in her bra and panties, sighing in frustration, wondering what the hell she was going to wear, while asking herself the same question over and over again. How had she ever been talked into going on a blind date?

Read more: Lesbian Story - Blind Date 

Lenya pressed her lips against the soft yellow down of Marte’s pussy.  More like a duckling, she thought, than a little pussy-kitten. It smelled of new-born life like a freshly hatched duckling.  Lenya loved  kissing her little duckling, nuzzling up next to it, rubbing her nose and lips in it.  “Damn, girl, are you going to eat it or play with it?” Marte asked impatiently.

Read more: Lesbian Story - Little Duckling 

The girl with the ring through her eyebrow hadn’t yet put back on her clothes and was standing naked in the kitchen,  her head tilted back as she took a long swig of the bottled water she had found in the fridge. Maxine, wearing only a bath robe open at the front, stood by the kitchen door and smiled. She wandered over to the girl, so slim and sensuous, her body still a little clammy after their early morning sex, and placed an arm over each shoulder, lowered the girl’s head and kissed her on the forehead. The girl took the cue, set down the bottle and expectantly raised her lips up to Maxine’s mouth: slightly open and her breath a touch short. Maxine plunged her tongue deep into the girl’s mouth, skimmed her teeth over the sharp incisors and encircled the tongue around and around her own, the drool of shared saliva bubbling up and spilling out of the corner of their conjoined mouths.

Read more: Lesbian Story - Family Ties