Lesbian Stories

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