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I just watched The Babysitter with my mum, when Bee and Alison were kissing, I couldn’t help but think about how comfortable I would be with confessing my sexuality to her. I’m not even sure if I still like guys anymore or if it’s just girls, cause god girls are so hot.
It was storming and I couldn't sleep. Dad was gone so I went to sleep with mom. She was making noises when I opened the door. Lesbian porn was on the screen and she was masturbating. I left instantly without her knowing I was even there. She continued with the noises so I know I am safe. What a shock! I don't know what to think or do. My own mother. I cannot tell anyone, including my father. I am stressing. What is wrong with her?
My name is Cassidy. I’m 26, newly married, and I recently learned a friend of mine is a BBW fetish model. She does mostly-clothed photo shoots—I think the most she’s ever shown is her butt—and she mostly does it by herself.
This is the story of how she paid me to have sex with her.
I don’t know exactly why she picked me, except that she and I have completely different body types—I’m about 110 pounds in a soaking wet t-shirt, she’s 400 pounds—and “contrast” videos and photo sets are apparently popular. I’m straight—yes, I still call myself that, even though I just said I had sex with another woman—don’t really watch much porn, and I wasn’t even hard-up for cash then. I think it was because of how I found out and how I reacted.
I found out about my friend’s modeling business purely by accident, when she showed me some meme on her phone and her husband happened to text her. “New shoot’s ready,” he said, and he attached a photo of her, wearing a flowing dress hitched up over her butt, and no underwear.
I tried not to spit my drink out, but she could see my eyes grow wide. “I think your photos are ready?” I volunteered, handing her phone back.
She said a polite “oops,” tapped out a couple responses, and then put her phone down on the table, but still face up so I could make out a few more samples her husband sent over. She saw where my eyes went and smiled. I asked if those were boudoir shots and she smiled and told me about her modeling business.
Like I said, I’m a pretty boring, pretty straight petite lady. This was all new to me, and I was fascinated. I kept asking her how she got into it, how she felt about it, what kind of money she made from it, etc., and she just went through it so matter-of-factly. She offered to let me look at some other photos she had saved on her phone, which of course I accepted, and it was amazing to see this new, secret, super-sexy side to her.
That’s when she asked if I’d be interested in shooting some sets with her, and I agreed.
About a week later, she and I and her husband were in a park with a decent-sized playground, doing some basic “contrast” photos—showing off how much bigger she was than me. We agreed that these would be strictly clothes-on, maybe some hugging or hand-holding or carrying, but no kissing required. We went around and took a whole lot of photos of just the two of us having fun, sitting in swings and slides and seesaws, me playing hide-and-seek behind her, and her giving me some bear hugs and piggyback rides. We could have been any other couple taking engagement photos for all anyone else would have known.
The raciest it got was when I stumbled off her back, leaned over forward to catch myself, and she got behind me and grabbed my waist while I was bent down. We laughed, she gave a couple bumps with her belly and said “mama likey,” and we laughed some more before I got up. I still don’t know why, but just then I looked her in the eye, looked back at her husband, and awkwardly asked if she wanted to kiss, and she *did*, and then *we* did. Her husband got it all on film, but promised it wouldn’t go into the final collection (it didn’t, though he did send me those photos later).
We drove over to her house to do another photo shoot, this one in our underwear. My heart was racing from the kiss, and again when I saw her in her bra and panties, and again as she and her husband explained that we were going to do some tape measure comparisons and that it was “okay to be horny” there.
There’s something about having tape measure stretched and wrapped around you, of being restrained and appraised and knowing you’re being looked at in that much detail, and that you’re about to do the same to someone else, that’s just … I guess it’s like bondage, but without actually tying each other up. I had to work so hard to get my arms around her waist, her legs, her arms, her breasts, I was so close to her and felt her skin against mine … and then she just got both arms around *my* waist and stared down at *my* crotch to read out the measurements. I giggled like I did back when my then-fiancé and I had just started dating and were getting used to each other’s bodies and turn-ons. She pulled me in close, using the tape, and held me there, right up against her belly, and kissed me on the lips.
Her husband asked if we wanted to do the next part by ourselves, which snapped her a little out of her reverie and she answered yes. He helped us set up a video camera in her bedroom and left the house while we climbed onto her bed so I could “give her a massage.”
She lied down on her belly and gave the most adorable little sigh and shake. I unhooked her bra without even thinking about it and ran my hands along her back, her shoulders, her arms. She was so warm and soft, and she moaned just so right; I looked down and suddenly I was straddling her and gently grinding against her butt.
I slid my hands down, down, down, scooted back so I could grab onto her butt. I kissed her back as I went down, we all knew what was going down here, and she giggled with each tiny little smooch.
“I need to pull these off,” I told her, trying to sound confident. “To get the best massage, I need, um, access.”
She grinned and looked back and just positively *purred* out an “Okay.”
I slid her panties down, kept going past her knees, and tossed them off the bed. I was face-to-face with her naked ass—the closest I’d been to another lady’s ass since I’d been born—and I found myself almost drooling. I squeezed her ass with both hands, kneading it like dough, and it felt like playing with the world’s biggest water balloon.
Within two minutes, I wasn’t even pretending to give her a massage. I’d taken my top off, then my bottoms, then started to kiss her legs, her calves, her thighs, even her butt cheeks. She panted, moaned, pushed back into my face when my fingers met her pussy. My heart started racing as I realized what was happening; that I was fucking my friend; that I was being filmed fucking my friend; that I was being PAID to fuck my friend; that I hand my fingers inside another woman and was getting her off and I was only horny for more. What was I going to tell my fiancé? *Was* I going to tell my fiancé?
I didn’t care. My friend flipped over and threw her bra aside and I climbed on top of her and kissed her until she pushed my head down and between her legs. I licked her. I tongued and sucked and slurped her and tickled her thighs and held my breath as long as I could until I heard and *felt* her come, and then I was on top of her again and kissing her deeply. When she wrapped her arms around me I felt safer than anywhere else in the world.
Now it was my turn to get on my back. She was on top of me, pressing me down hard into the mattress. One hand clamped onto my neck, tilted my head up and back, and she was kissing and licking and biting my throat while her other hand started to finger me. I yelped the first time I felt her teeth against my skin, which just made her laugh. I could feel the hickeys she was leaving me with, and I didn’t care—at least, not enough to ask her to stop.
I came so fast to just her fingers, but she wasn’t done. I was still massaging my throat when I felt her tongue inside me, and soon I was loopy from coming twice in less than five minutes.
I vaguely heard her ask me to get something from the nightstand, and I guess I handed it to her, and when my vision started to clear—I get *so* loopy when I come—she was looming over me with her blue strap-on ready to go, and then she was holding me down, hard, with both hands and pounding me, pounding me, pounding me. Her belly slammed and slapped down onto mine as she thrust into me, and she gave me the most wicked and satisfied look on her face when it dawned on me what she was doing. My arms tingled where she was pinning me down, and I squirmed a bit because, yeah, it was a little scary. She got a look on her face when she was close to the edge, and suddenly her hands were back around my throat, and then she screamed a huge and primal scream as she came while fucking me and I felt the tremors of another orgasm wreck me.
Her hands came off of my throat, and now she was just lying down on top of me, panting and sweating, kissing me, still inside me. When I could move again, I hugged her and cried, just out of sheer … everything. I fell asleep in her arms.
In the morning, we had sex again—no cameras, just faces and fingers and tongues and toys—and then she paid me for the photo shoots and I went home. I have done a few more photo and video sessions with her, and she pays me and lays me very well every time. The only strange thing about the whole thing was how NORMAL she was after it all, like she can just switch off that part of her brain. We’ve hung out with each other and with other people in non-sexy situations since then, she was even in my wedding, and she just acts like nothing unusual happened.
As I write this up, I’m about to go over to her house for another session together. Tonight, she is going to introduce me to a friend of hers, and I have a feeling the three of us are going to fall asleep together in a big sexy pile in her bed. Wish me luck!
I dream of being confined in a heavy plastic transparent bag, by a bunch of man-hating lesbians, or battered wives, etc., I would have a breathing tube to the outside, but other than that I would be sealed in, with a full load of feces and urine, absolutely filling the bag. I would have swim-goggles and be able to clear away enough of the slurry to see them looking at me, with obvious pleasure and a complete lack of mercy! This would go on for days on end., and be repeated frequently, with no end in sight!
.I m a girl...I m 21 ..I just don't know to who I want to share my feelings...my English not good... I used to like this girl few years ago... around 6 or 7 years ago ...but then I decided to let her go ... Not because I don't love her ... besides she know I like her but there nothing happened between us ... And she the one who asked me to forget her ..then I forget her actually I don't... Just I think I don't have feelings towards her anymore... Short story now she came back into my life again ... My feelings I just confuse about my feelings right now..I don't know if I have feelings for again or I just pretend I have feelings for her ...we both want to change become better person ..I mean we both decide to like girl anymore..but my feelings..I just confuse...I don't want to be old me.. I tell you this because I don't have anyone to talk or to share .. it's hurt me a lot to keep this problem myself ...I do have family but they don't know I used to like girl before...thank you ..have a great day .. :) god bless you :D
As achild my best friend (of the time) would always hang out at her house and play "house". I would be the dad and she would be the wife and we would always end up kissing,making out, and gropping each other. Till this day we still do this
Sometimes when I have sex I imagine I'm not with a man but another girl. We're playing a girl game and giggling under the covers and I'm teaching her how good my tongue feels on her delicate parts. I can't tell anyone about my thoughts or how I kissed the neighbors daughter and want so much more.
I am 15. This is the story how and why did I confess to my parents that I am a lesbian.
Last August, I went to a carnival with my friends. We got seperated for some reason and I ended up getting stuck with a guy whom I am really close with. Everyone knew I was a lesbian, except for my family, so it was cool that it was just the two of us around hundreds of strangers. We had fun, also talked about girls.
My parents found out the next day about the seperation. I was addicted to Japanese animated porn and they knew about it. They kept on squeezing me for answers. Telling them that I did NOT have sex with him wasn't working. So I blurted out my obssession with my girl classmate. I showed them proof, tons of it. The photos, videos, inbox, everything! They checked what kind of 'hentai' did they confiscate from and all of its genre was 'yuri'/girl to girl.
Now, I didn't regret it.
There is a person I really like. They go to class with me and are so pretty and smart. They make me smile and laugh all the time. I wish I wasn’t a girl so I could like her back.
I’m a straight female but it’s something about a girl squirting and moaning that just turns me on. I fantasize about my roommate walking in on me fingering my tight cunt and squirting and then me and her scissoring and just having dirty rough lesbian sex.
I am a straight married female that set up a bachlor party for my brother. I went into a strip club for the first time ever. I embarresed to say one of the girls excited me so much that I could not wait to get home and masturbate. My fantasy is to eat her while my husband fucks me from behind. What's wrong with me? I have only ever been with my husband, so I confess.
#straight #lesbian #confession #wet #horny #embarresed
I identify as bisexual and I used to feel comfortable identifying as that but now I'm starting to realize I may be a lesbian. For some reason I feel ashamed and gross about myself. I just can't seem to accept myself no matter what.
Im 22f and live with my bf. Ive always been into guys but can appreciate a good looking girl too although Ive never done anything with a girl before. I and think most girls have a bi side to them though. Anyway I was at the beauty therapist get a brazilian wax. There was a new therapist and she was absolutely gorgeous. She could easily have been a model. . Petite, perky breasts tanned and fit. Anyway so I am lying there with my legs open and she is doing her thing and we are just making idle chat. Once she finishes the waxing she asks me if I want this new aloe vera moisturiser rubbed on so Im like sure and she starts to rub it all around my pussy where she just waxed. She is just like really concentrating on what she is doing and Im like watching her and just getting more and more aroused. She obviously senses this and keeps going lightly brushing over my clit. I bite my lip but cant help letting out a little moan and so she just keeps going. Next minute she is full on masturbating me and we are kissing passionately as she slides her fingers inside me. I had the most intense orgasm I have ever had and even squirted for the first time. It was a little embarrassing but also just seemed so natural. Lets just say I make sure she is available every time I get waxed now lol.
I'm 16 with a nice body and like to show it. I realize I need to enjoy it before I grow up looking like my mom. Low riding baggy shorts, a big sleeveless tshirt, and never a bra is my normal attire. I get horny knowing all the men and boys are admiring and want me. I show what I can while acting innocent. I would say I am an exhibitionists except that I weird out when another girl eyes me with lust.
#tits #tease #teen #braless #exhibionist #innocent #lesbian #men #girls #flash
I am 29yr old unmarried girl. i like girls more then boys. I realize it 4 yr ago. I went out of town for study. My roommate started touching me when i slept. One rainy day we went on terrace and were enjoying then she come closer and again started touching and kissing on my chick slowly her lips were on mine and we started kissing. That was amazing. Then we realize that we love each other. We had sex many times. Now she is married and i am alone waiting for someone.
Every time my boyfriend's little sister is hanging around I feel my juices flow and I get tingles. She is the total package. The way she moves, talks, gestures, and dresses or shows that hottest bod. Such a sweet and pretty face, hair, eyes. I just want to eat her pussy and I have never ever even thought about another girl. Why her and why now? I cannot tell anyone. Everyday I masturbate thinking about having sex with her. I don't even think of my bf that way. HELP!
I am a married 23 yo female. My husband's younger sister visited for the past two weeks. I have never been with or attracted to another girl until her. When her brother was not around, she was not private. I don't know that her door was ever closed. I saw her nude several times and found myself dressing with the door open thinking she might catch me. The bad part was going overboard by masturbating two different times, nude on the bed with the door open. The master bedroom is on the opposite end of the house so I was more easily emboldened. And o so horny that I could not stop till I came. It was quick and not overwhelmingly noisy. I imagined her walking in on me and eating my pussy. I was so into it that I don't know if she saw me, but I hope she did. Her actions were no different and nothing was ever mentioned. She is now my fantasy girl and I cannot wait to see her again. Maybe something can happen next time, but she is straight. Curiousity may have her and I try for first time.
#sisterinlaw #pussy #eat #horny #lesbian #straight #nude #masturbation
I want to know how feels if someone love you .. I'm tired of getting rejected by every single person that I told I liked them...I tried dating app ...some of them are fake ..I wish I could find someone...
July 28th 2005, I saw her walking on the corridor. She wore a yellow churidar and seemed pretty tough, yet gentle from inside. She was carrying the books which were for correction. Yes, she was a teacher in my school. I couldn't stop staring at her, but I was supposed to move, as my friends were pushing me to play. I was only in 6th then. She looked at me, she saw me, smiled and walked.
I didn't know her name, which I was searching for desperately. But for the next two weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyday I used to go to school, to get one glance of her. She didn't know me, I tried several ways, but none succeeded. I prayed to god, that she be my teacher for the next year. But all prayers in vain. I used to make one or the other excuse to find her, and look at her. But years passed by. I changed my school, deeply hurt for not getting a chance to talk to her and make her realize my existence. She didnt even know my name. I knew, I just had an hour to look at her as much as I want for the one last time. I was in the staff room unnecessarily talking to other teachers. But the time had come, that I had to leave. That was when she touched me on my right shoulder gently, and asked me to get her some chalk pieces from the office. I was on cloud nine, but I knew that this was just a false happiness that I was undergoing, as she still didn't know me, for her I was just another random student in the school.
Its been 10 years now, and It took me 10 years to understand, and control my emotions and feelings for her, as this Love is not encouraged in the society, I am a girl, and this is the only reason why I wish I were a boy. But still she has no clue about me, or my love for her, nor does she know my name. whatever be it, even though I know, I will have to spend the rest of my life with her in my heart. and hiding my love, and depriving myself from the love of my life.
Only hoping that, If I have another birth, I want to be with her.
I love you R****
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