Chance encounter [college students] [lesbian] [21F/22F]

I was going to my dorm from my last class of the day, it was a windy day causing my long auburn hair to blow slightly, thankfully it was pushed behind my glasses so it didn’t obscure my vision too much.

I was a few minutes from my dorm when I bumped into someone causing them to drop their phone as I was absentmindedly listening to music. “S-Sorry about that.” I said in a hurry as I pick it up and hand it to them and introduce myself. “My name is Leah Sorry again.”

As I hand it back to them I look at her closer, she is about half a foot taller than my 5’4 frame, short silver hair with dark brown skin. She was wearing a black workout top and matching sweatpants showing her very impressive abs, I also noticed wireless headphones in her ears.

“No problem at all, the names Eva.” she says with a fairly deep voice. “Just please be more careful.” I bush hard as she smiles at me.

“W-well why don’t I make it up to you, I could get us some coffee, I know it’s won’t fully make up for breaking your phone but-“ she cuts me off. “I’d love to.” She says causing me to smile widely.

As You Wish [F20f19] [Lesdom] [D/s] [Princess/Knight] [Brat] [Brat Taming] [No Orgasm] [Slowburn] [Lesbian]

“Please, Princess,” he begged. “You should marry so the kingdom is not without a king.”

Celestia twirled her fork in her hand, her eyes distant. She watched from the large windows off to the side of the table as the ocean waves crashed against the shore. “I’m not ready,” she answered simply.

Her advisor buried his head in his hands. “What do you mean? You’ve been prepared for marriage since you were young!”

“That’s kind of fucked up.”

“Language!” he shrieked. He looked over at the future queen, his gaze softening. “Listen, your parents trusted me with the task to advise you when they died, and I can’t let them down.”

“Archibald,” Celestia started. “I get it. I do. I just do not want to just be someone’s wife. I am perfectly capable of running a kingdom without a husband. Plus, I have you.”

He suppressed a grin as he realized just how much she’d grown up. He remembered when she was just a little girl, playing with the knight’s children and their wooden swords. “I worry about you, you know.”

“I know.”

[FF] Exhibitionists and lesbian lovers

We were at a swim party for my friend’s 18th bday. It was only girls, all 18 and when her mother took her top off she encouraged us to follow suit. For the first time in my life I was sitting topless around the pool with six other girls and a grown woman, everyone of us with our tits in the air. There was a liberation about it, it’s hard to explain. Just to show yourself off like that. I was proud of my ‘rack’ and I am lucky that I have nice tits.

Several weeks later I was at my friend’s house and we were in the pool after dinner. She took her top off and told me to follow her. We were both topless in the pool when her father walked out and we had to cross our arms to cover our boobs. He shook his head and told us to behave. A bit later, when we were laying out topless on the lounge chair I noticed that the window across the fence had someone looking at us. My friend told me that it was that pervert guy, so she stood up and bent over from the waste to show off her ass, and then stood and raised her hands to show off her tits. When she sat down she sat with her knees brought up and her legs apart. ‘Let him beat off to that’.

I [F] was my cousin’s sister-in-law’s first lesbian experience – at my cousin’s wedding [FF]

I am a bi woman. Growing up in the Deep South in the 90s-00s, there were easier things to be. But it was a lot of fun.

I am 5 foot 9 and slim, with long blonde hair. I think I am conventionally quite good looking, though I have a broad face that I’ve never been fond of. I would say that I have a nice ass with smallish but “perky” tits – I’m a 28E (trust me, that sounds a lot bigger than they are).

I was a bridesmaid at my cousin’s wedding in 2009, when I was 29. Fighting aunts and grandparents’ questions about why I didn’t have a boyfriend was… tough. I’ve been with plenty of guys in the past, but I have a preference for women and I had no interest at all in settling down.

My cousin’s now husband is from an intensely Christian family. His parents have always insisted on multiple weekly visits to church, and from my understanding have the usual views on… everything you would expect. My cousin’s husband also has two sisters. One older, one younger. His younger sister, let’s call her Emily, caught my eye immediately.

My first bi experience [FMF]

To be honest I’ve never thought about “realizing” I’m bi as a revelation kind of stuff and I definitely have no “mouthfucked my best friend at a wild party” (most of the time bs) story to share.

What happened is that I was in a hetero relationship and had never been with a woman before when I guess I “found out”. My boyfriend lived with a girl that was a good friend of his. This was around the time we (me and him) were about 21 or so. She was a bit older.

So I used to spend a lot of time at their place and the three of us would hang out, watch movies, play the occasional board game, drink and smoke.

The girl was a lesbian and there had never been anything intimate between me and her. I mean there definitely was some trolling and bs talking like “hey Mike (not his real name), your cute gf is here. In shorts (laughing)”, but we were really cool and very friendly with each other. The usual routine was that after hanging out with her, we’d start making out a bit at the living room and then, almost instantly, move to my bf’s room and fuck. In fact, I always tried to be as less noisy as possible both cause I was a bit embarrassed and due to curtesy.

The Prefect, Part 22 [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal] [ENF/Exhibitionism]

**Part 22**

“There you have it, girls,” Kaitlyn said. “Though it’s always been pretty obvious, hasn’t it? Just make sure you don’t leave your bras and underwear around when Elise is doing room inspections. Unless you *want* to be noticed, of course.” Kaitlyn let the giggling from her teasing comment die out, then moved on. “Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, I believe little Elise still needs to be punished. Don’t you, pet?”

Elise knew what she had to say. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn.” She caught herself just in time, managing to answer ‘properly’ before likely getting slapped again. “I still need to be punished.”

“Why is that, Elise?”

“Because…because I covered myself up…” Elise said. She had almost forgotten the reason after everything else Kaitlyn had just put her through. And, at the redhead’s insistence, she said the whole thing like usual. “I need to be punished because I covered up my boobs.”

“Your bare boobs.” Kaitlyn corrected her. Anything to make the prefect’s embarrassment a little worse. Once Elise repeated the same thing with the small difference, Kaitlyn continued. “That’s right. Good girls get to cover up, Elise. Hell, good girls get clothes for that matter. But you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

Buying the Sissy a FuFu Chastity Clip [Femdom][F(26)F(24)/m(25)][Chastity][Feminization][Pegging][Bondage][Lesbian][Sissy]

The FuFu clip changed our sissy slave in ways that were otherwise unimaginable. If you’re unfamiliar with such a device, it’s a 3D-printed chastity device, and there’s already a dozen knockoffs, some better than others. It’s essentially a pair of concentric rings joined at the top. The sissy’s scrotum is passed through the inner ring, then pulled so the skin of their boy-clit is pinched through the ring.
Their worthless balls are pushed into their body, and then their scrotal skin is shaped and modeled to resemble a vagina, and pinned back by the outer ring. Whilst not the most secure in terms of chastity (as we’ve caught our little sissy prying himself free on occasion), the effects it had were astounding.

Allow me to provide some context. Amelia, formerly Billy, was a friend of ours. ‘Our’ of course, being myself (Zara) and my girlfriend Megan. We’d known Billy for a while, he was a kind soul, always going out of his way to help his friends. It was when he discovered mine and Megan’s OnlyFans that things changed. See, we, despite being lesbians, have kind of a thing for forced feminization.
We’re both pretty femme ourselves. Megan loves her colorful makeup and lace tops and booty shorts (which I also love her wearing). I’m more into skirts, neutral makeup and crops and big, voluminous hair. And our subscription based content was mostly forced fem instructional, point-of-view videos of the viewer being feminized by their ‘girlfriend’ or ‘friend’s sister’ or whatever scenario we could invent. I digress, Billy reached out to us, and explained that he’d found our content, and not only that, loved it.

EST: The Outlaw Chapter 7 Ranger Jacob Part 7 of 10 (MF FF Violence)

hood made me laugh. Accepting his hand to get up. Feeling his strength, that surge of adrenaline that makes me wonder what his sex life is like coursed through my veins. Looking down at my bare feet, brushing my hair over my right ear. “Thank you” came out like a lesbian at a banger party. The weak way I said “thank you”. The weak way he made me feel inside, all reserved, afraid to complement him for fear that I might confess my love to him right there.
“Thank, thank you” I said again this time with a little more effort in my appreciation butt my eyes still hung low. Afraid to look at him in the eyes so he can find my weak spot.
Turning back to the Sooner Sports SUV, that CJ7 that had brought me into his life. A few steps towards the driver side door. Feeling my wetness as it trickled down my legs, shivering all at once just to feel his warm grip brush against my skin. The impact of his cock , though shrouded this time by his pants, some times I wish we did not have clothes, against my partially covered butt. The hot flash I got at that moment. The grip I chose, not because of its location butt because of what it was. Ranger Jacob’s cock. Shaking at the memory of this massive tool squeezing in between my tight asshole, making it just the right size for its girth.
His hands gripping my arms. Holding me steady while my mind is trying not to tease him. Trying not to stroke his big black cock. Trying not to notice that right now if I wanted to I could follow this large anaconda down his pant leg till I find its end. “Mmm, your cock sure is long and hard” my whispers finding his ear while the pressure I was using had increased. The feel of his hands tightening around my arms. The struggle that he must be going through, lasting eight hours without getting any. “Mmmm, you are getting hard Ranger Jacob” my whisper, my butt were both ready to go back to work on that BBC.

Lesbian [31f] gets dominated by boxing coach [41m] [ds]

I’ve been going to the gym a lot lately. Mainly because I’m under sexed and it’s starting to turn into rage. My wife and I are both lesbians who have had our fair share of dildos and now have been craving the real thing. It’s been our nightly pillow talk for months now. Don’t get me wrong, we still please each other. But I know she needs to be bent over and fucked hard just as much as I do.
I arrive at the gym and find a punching bag in the far back corner and started to let out all this rage. I’m hitting this punching bag so hard I can feel the eyes staring at me. Idgaf at this point. If none of these men are bold enough to step up and bend me over, then they can all fuck off. I continue to try to destroy this punching bag. Before I complete my task I feel a tap on my shoulder and here someone say

“Damn Ali… you know that bag can’t punch back”

[FF] She [30F] texts me [30F] when she needs it.

I met Lorena (not real name) on a Lesbian dating app. I was freshly heartbroken by someone who I loved, and who didn’t love me. I don’t have the healthiest coping mechanisms, but there’s worse things than eating pussy as a coping mechanism.

I didn’t realize I was so direct, but now that I’m writing this, I think telling her that I wanted to eat her pussy whenever she wanted left our relationship unambiguous. She liked my directness, though.

We’re both somewhat reserved women, both of us Latinas in our early 30’s. She’s funny and a bit cocky. Her hair is long, and she has a pretty smile with full lips. We love talking shit to each other about the dumb decisions we’re making in our lives.

The absence of dirty talk leading to me eating her pussy turns me on. We’re both shy until my tongue is inside her.

I’ve been with 3 women, and recently realized how much I’m obsessed with eating pussy since explicitly seeking a “selfish” lover.

Lorena didn’t have one problem with being the center of attention.