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This is a rather long confession. I'm 13 years old and I love to touch myself. I often touch myself before I get in the shower. I lay down on the floor fully naked and rub my clit till I cum. I developed faster then most. My ass is bigger than a basketball, my waist is small, hips wide, and breast a good size. I started when I was younger and I would lay on my couch and rub my clit until I orgasmed. I didn't have any cum come out at the time it just felt really good. I stopped for 2 years then began to go at it for hours everyday. Then I stopped again. I recently started doing it again. I even went on this site called kikboys or something of that nature. I was talking to grown men and women. I don't think I'm a lesbian but I sometimes get turned by lesbians eating each other out and trading nudes with other girls. I touch myself a lot actually. I've touched my self for 6 days in a row and multiple times at that. I joined kik boys or Saturday. I felt like shit and stopped because I have a boyfriend. He has no clue that I'm like that. I find these confessions totally sexy. I get soaked. It makes me want to try new things. I used a massage thing yesterday but I had on some shorts, so the orgasm wasn't that amazing. I've also heard about edging. I've tried it but when I get so close I can't stop. I need to feel it. An orgasm is so good. I feel like I'm on top of the world. I love fingering my tight soaking wet pussy till I can't take it anymore. Please forgive me...
(13) me and my gf have been dating for 2 months an we both want to become more intimate like kissing, but not sex. but the main problem is me. i haven't kissed anyone and i don't want to tell her cause i'm too embarrassed
My husband's sister just ate my pussy and wow. I have had lesbian fantasies for years but knew I would never act on them. It's just the thought of something new. Thinking a woman knows what a woman likes. The exploring and being explored by another woman can get me wet and imagining while masturbating. I am only curious but also somewhat confused. I just want to know what it feels like.
Well we just moved and my married sister-inlaw came for a week to help out. We get along great and there was some flirting but I thought nothing of it even though she got a bit frisky at times. One morning I was making coffee when she entered wrapped in a towel. She was watching me and complimenting me and my looks. I was feeling a bit nervous and turned on at the same time. I turned and looked into her eyes. They were saying they wanted to eat my pussy. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She immediately began to kiss me and dropped her towel. I was caressing her hot curvy body and we were off to exploring and probing one another for most the day, allowing just enough time to shower and start dinner before my husband got home from work. The rest of the week were able to get some work done while having fun. She returned home leaving me to wonder if I will crave just her or will it be her and her husband in a threesome? The thought of eating her with her husbands huge dick deep inside my wet pussy is hot. No one has ever eaten my pussy the way she did.
#pussy #eat #lick #suck #touch #orgasm #first #only #lesbian
Well I suppose that people spend a long time before talking or telling about things that should be kept hidden. I cannot be the only one, I was born like this, but of course I hated it and hid it. But not without acting out. I was always masculine, I played sports, both Volleyball and Softball. My Softball team member Amber was a full on bull dyke and every girl knew that she was out to fuck every girl on the team. I was scared when she came to me, she started by calling me names, belittling me for being so weak and miserable. She kissed me forcefully, grabbed my crotch and shoved me down on the couch in our living room. She called me a she bitch and little wimp and tore my pants and panties off and shoved her fingers in my vagina and kissed me hard on the lips. Your mine bitch, she told me, and she told everyone on the team. I was 17 and a virgin up to then, I had only kissed a couple of girls and never got beyond second base.
I had to wear a yellow ribbon in my hair so she could spot me in the crowd. Many days she took me into the girls' bathroom and I had to give up my panties and go commando. She liked the look of a hairy beast but on me she wanted the little girl. Her tongue was everywhere a tongue should never be, between my legs and between my butt cheeks, or down my throat. And her fingers were used to open my lips and to slip into my vagina, to grab my tits, to slap my thighs and ass. It was one day when I got mad and resisted her and got on top myself and forced kissed her and grabbed her tits and then stuck my tongue in her ear. Leave me alone I said. But she never did.
I never wanted to be like this, I wanted to know a man at least once, but I never have. All I know is tits and ass and vaginas. I have never known a dick. There, now you know. I'm a bitch lesbian.
I’m a straight woman who married a lesbian. I love her, she’s a great stepmom to my daughter, and it feels so amazing to be desired again, but I still feel conflicted.
My husband died suddenly several years ago. I was devastated, my daughter cried every day for a month. It took so much work between my and the rest of my family just to keep me stable so I could continue to work to provide for her (and I’m so grateful that I was able to do that). I’ve always been on the heavy side, and I gained even more weight over the next few years. It felt like nobody would or even could want me as a person ever again, and I even came to terms with that after a couple of truly awful dates and short-lived relationships.
Then I met my wife.
She was on an assignment in the same building I work in. Our building has a small lounge where I like to eat lunch every now and then just to get away from my desk; and one day she walked up to my table and asked if she could join me. She’s younger than me—a lot younger, about 13 years younger—but she was very fun to talk to and we had a lot shared interests, so I didn’t mind. We had lunch together again the next day, and the day after that, and then every other day until her assignment in the building was over. I got the sense that she was interested in me, and then on her last day on-site she asked me on a date and my heart just about skipped a beat.
Someone had asked me out. A *lesbian* had asked me out. And I didn’t want to say no.
I said yes and set up a sitter and then I went on my first date in four years and made out with her in my car after.
I know there’s a stereotype about lesbians showing up to their second date with a U-Haul, and we didn’t quite move that fast, but we did move pretty fast. I introduced her to my daughter (as “mommy’s friend from work”) on the second date. We had sex on our third date. She was helping my daughter with her math homework the next morning. She didn’t officially move in until we’d been together for six months, but she spent more weekends at my house than at her apartment. She proposed to me at exactly the one-year mark, but my daughter was already calling her “mom” before then.
Like I said, I love my wife. I love that she loves me, I love that she desires me, I love that she has stepped into the stepmom role without a moment’s hesitation, I love spending time with her and everything we do together, and she is the best and most generous lover I have ever had.
But I still consider myself a straight woman. I still have moments when I look at her and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to remember that I married this woman. When we’re having sex, sometimes I have to close my eyes when I kiss her to get over my initial “but this is a woman” instincts, and going down on her has always been hard (and I don’t think I’ll ever be really good at it). I also still have some shame about my weight, and even though it’s clear my wife views my weight as a PLUS, sometimes I can’t help but feel fetishized, especially when she wants me on top of her and I get worried I’ll crush her.
My parents have never been fully on board with my wife, either. They stopped saying mean things about her, and she stopped griping to me about them, but especially with all of the “groomer” talk going around lately it feels so very tense every time we see them.
Overall, I suppose we’re pretty happy together. Looking at my wedding ring, I guess I can’t say I’m still with her “for the novelty” like I used to. I don’t fully know what to call myself and don’t feel comfortable calling myself “queer” because that was an insult other kids my age called each other growing up, but my wife openly embraces the label and would for-sure say we’re in a “queer marriage.”
So that’s where I’m at, I guess.
#marriage #lesbian #stepmother #straight #bbw
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.
My husband was never so good to so I called my sister and after a few hours we had sex.
A friend and I are straight female teens who sometimes sunbathe nude in the backyard if we are sure none will be around. She noticed the neighbor looking out his second floor window. We didn't look to let him know we knew. And he's cute so we just bathed and chatted making up things we could do to get him excited. So for the first time, we kissed another girl but did nothing else. I haven't told my friend but I got so excited. Now I masturbate thinking of having sex with her outside as my neighbor watches and jacksoff. The thought of doing so wrong, eating my friend and having him watch makes me feel so nasty and horny. I want this to become real.
#pussy #neighbor #kiss #horny #exhibitionist #straight #lesbian #masturbate #nude #sunbathe #friend #nasty #wrong
Im straight as far i know, but i’ve had this fantasy that i want to get fucked by a attractive and young woman i’ve never meet for more then a year, yes its that specific and i’m starting to think i want to find someone close to do it.
Im in love with one of my closest friends. She is straight and I'm not. She has a broke boyfriend who treats her like trash. I know it sounds cliché but I really would treat her so much better. I'm always the one comforting her when he hurts her emotionally and mentally. I can't help but smile every time I look at her. I'll never tell her how I feel because I can't risk her cutting me out of her life.
I'm a 64 y/o widow , been widowed for 6 years and not had sex for 8 years . My best friend confessed to me 6 months ago she and her husband haven't had sex for 4 years and she masturbates. I told her I did as well . Now we meet on a regular basis and masturbate together. Once or twice we've masturbated each other .
15F. I’ve had a crush on a friend for the whole school year last year. She made me feel so loved and everytime I was around her I would literally shake so much because I was so nervous around her. I really loved her. But this year I changed schools and I still think of the many times She had flirted with me but I misread all of the signals. I regret not telling her my feelings because when I see her Instagram stories she’s posting posts of other girls which makes me feel so.. betrayed??? I don’t really know what I’m feeling honestly.
I was about 12 years old and I had a next door neighbour. And every once in a while, her cousin used to come and visit, stay for a sleepover etc. I guess I was bored & asked the cousin to come and "hang out". she started feeling me up and sucking on my breasts. I got really horny and did the same. We got undressed and started scissoring, fingering & licking.....I'm a Christian who goes to a catholic high school :/
16 f and I get really turned on by sex confession. Especially lesbian ones (I'm straight). They make me so wet.
Currently in college I am in a wonderful relationship with my girlfriend of two years. We are very happy with one another and even talk about Internet women sexually. One night while having sex, she looked at me dead in the eyes and asked if I would like it if it were our friend. Our friend is a lesbian girl who's super attractive and I've dreamed of fucking her. I obviously said yes in the heat of the moment and she made me call her by our friend'said name. This went on for about 5 months until we decided to fuck while at our friend'said house. Again, I would moan our friend's name and I would finish very quickly.
About 2 days after, my girlfriend was at her family's house helping when I got a text from our friend to meet her at the local super market and to come alone. I messaged my girlfriend and told her I'll be back later. Once there I picked up my friend and she told me to drive to the broken down mart a few blocks away. At this time it was winter and 6 pm was pitch black. I made my way over with her and parked asking why we came over her, she pulled memail into a kiss and smiled at me, pulling her shirt off showing no bra. I quickly tried to look away but she insisted I looked while she striped naked. Her short green hair all the hotter as she flipped it while undressing. I decided I'd touch myself as well and started stroking slowly. She smiled and commented on how thick I was as she told me she wanted me inside of her. I smiled and did what I wanted to do for the whole time we were friends, we made our way to the backseat and I slid into her.
Being a lesbian she was super tight, unable to take me fully until about half way through. We had to of been fucking for a long time because my girlfriend called mid way through. We stopped shocked and I tried slowing my breathing as I answered her. She didn't seem upset just worried as I told her I was fine and I'd only be a little longer. After hanging up, my friend confessed that she had caught my girlfriend and I while she was barely awake when we had sex at her house and heard me moan her name ad I finished. She continued saying she mulled it over for a day and decided she wanted to do it with me. I laughed and penetratedo her again as I kissed her passionately. I told her that we can do this anytime we wanted as long as my girlfriend never finds out. She agreed and I came inside of her in seconds.
To this day, I still fuck our friend under my girlfriend's nose. She'said on birth control to "control her flow" as she tells my girlfriend but me and her know why she's really on it. Even now as I type this, I'm laying next to a girl who's pussy I thought was impossible to get and it's all mine.
I have no idea what to call this confession. When I was 15 there was a girl in our class who's father was an Army special ranger or something. A mean man, and he scared me a lot. One afternoon I'm at her house, her parents aren't home and we start poking each other and the next thing we are topless and feeling each other up and suckling on each other like babies, with our heads in our arms. We kissed for a long time, still topless on her bed, rubbing our breasts together.
Then, she sat up and said she wanted to see my vagina. I took my pants off and she lay between my legs opening me up and describing everything like a biology book. She kissed every part, and put her tongue in my vagina. Then asked me to do that to her too. She was on her back, guiding me and I was with my head between her legs and my mouth all over her vagina and her father walked in. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off and accused me of perverting his daughter. I thought he was going to kill me.
She screams at him, mind you we were both totally naked, but that didn't matter right then, she screams at him and tells him I'm her girlfriend and we are in love and all that. After that we had to go steady. Whenever she had family events I was invited. We had to pretend. Her father talked to us like we were getting married. We didn't do anything for over a year before telling ourselves if we were guilty of being lesbian and we obviously had to be lesbian, then we should just be lesbian and we got in bed naked and made love for over an hour.
She bought me a promise ring and as far as her father was concerned that was it. When we turned 18 he made sure we got married, before we were even able to go off to college. She's the man, and I had to change my name to hers and we live that way. She's the man and I'm the wife. I do the laundry and she cooks out on the grill. I clean the kitchen and she mows the lawn. I want a baby and she wants to be the one to get me pregnant. But biology won't let that happen so we don't know what to do. I won't let anyone fuck me, and we are scared of IVF.
Why can't they get her DNA and manipulate it so that she can fertilize me? I want her baby. Not some random guy we don't know.
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!
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 lesbian and I always end up having crushes on straight girls. I ways convince myself they're bisexual though so I feel like I have a chance.
There's one girl I have a crush on called Ella. She's gorgeous - blue eyes, dark blonde hair. Her smile is so pretty and she's just...wow.
I think about her loads, what itd be like to have sex with her and kiss her and look after her. I wish I could ask her out or something but I don't know how. She's caught me staring at her loads in class so I wouldn't be surprised if she already knew.
Its so frustrating.
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