Tag: Lesbian

KLIT 96.9 THE RAVE 096 Pane of Glass Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BONDAGE TOYS ROLE PLAYING)

“”This weekend started just like any other. From the rough sex my sexy lover and I did to the early morning wake-up nose I heard on Sinday. As I stared at the mower my heart pounded when Travis turned the key. To have that much power right before… A flash, I shifted squeezing harder on my sexxee mug. To see his cock standing so perfectly, shifting again. Rubbing my pussy lips together, trying not to touch myself with everything going through my mind.”

“What an incredible day this is. It’s The Great Orgy Eve! You know what that means, Judy you have won a spot on stage to be laid by our own DJs! Who will be the final winner? Who will get satisfied with the final thrust, could it be you? The final drawing will be held during the Drive@5 good luck to all.”

“Klit 96.9 The Rave Lesbian Morning Show with the one who is the most wanted on the radio DJ Maeve” Nova ReBoot said with a twinge of lust in her voice. Read more »

It Started With D&D (f/f)(Domination)(Bondage)(Commission)

It started with a game of D&D, which was a fancy way of saying that it did not, in fact, start with D&D. Dungeons and Dragons might have made her aware of it, but it had actually started long before that However, this realisation would come later. Initially, at least, Amanda thought that it started with a game of D&D.

She’d been playing D&D since she turned eighteen. She’d loved fantasy for as long as she could remember, so when her best friend Heather offered her a place in a game, she was in like a shot.

Their current campaign had been running for almost a year now. There were four of them, three players plus Heather, the GM. Amanda, a punk girl called Stacy and a slab of muscle and benevolence known as Dave.

Things came to a head late one session, they’d been dungeon diving and had finally defeated a high level enemy who had been dogging them for most of the campaign.

“You search the old tomb,” Heather had said from her patented GM chair of power. “The bodies that once rested here are long gone, but many of their burial goods remain. They are piled in a great heap on the floor before you. Some of it may be magical.” Read more »

A lesbian gets groped (and then some) during a nap by a group of guys- she kinda likes it: [MMMMf] [Dubcon] [CNC] [assault] [anal] [sleep] [groping]

What a bitch.

That was the sentiment playing in Angela’s head as she went up to the pool deck on the roof of her condo building. She had just run into the President of the Homeowner’s association- Karen, because of course that was her name- in the elevator. Karen was much too reserved (repressed?) to show any direct disdain for Angela and her “lifestyle”, but did an excellent job getting her point across nonetheless. It started with an up and down assessment of Angela’s outfit; Karen’s prying eyes taking in every inch of her five-foot-something frame, stopping to linger at the ample cleavage spilling from her black and white bikini top. A distinct “tsk” escaped Karen’s pursed lips before she plastered on the fakest of smiles. “Angela, dear, how are you?” she sang, the very picture of propriety in her shapeless pantsuit. “I’m fine, Karen, how are you?” Angela replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the charade. Angela knew how to play the game- pretending she didn’t know about Karen’s plight to block their condo application, not to mention her subsequent attempts to turn neighbours against them- all because she didn’t approve of their “lifestyle”-if she only knew. Luckily Angela and her partner Liane were likeable people, and the neighbours (along with everyone else on the planet) could see through Karen’s nonsense. Two of those neighbours, in fact, had become regular play partners in Angela and Liane’s open relationship- she wondered what Karen would think about that. Angela bit her tongue as Karen prattled on about who knows what, willing the elevator to speed up. At long last Karen got off on her floor, not before grasping Angela’s hand in some sort of white woman handshake. Angela wondered what Karen would say if she knew that Angela’s hand was inside her partner a couple of hours ago- and she hadn’t washed it. Read more »

My 18[F] NSFW Journal | Story #3 — My first experience with another girl.

Well, I had been wanting this for so long and I finally made it happen! I hooked up with another girl. I didn’t expect to find one so soon but I found a lovely, absolutely beautiful girl on Tinder named Annie. I told her I write about my sex life online and she was very interested in having me write one after we fucked for some reason. I’ll send it to her. So here it is! (It’s pretty long though — I always fail to keep my stories to a reasonable length lol)

Annie is drop dead gorgeous. As I sit here writing this, she just left about an hour ago and I’m still just absolutely giddy right now. I’ve always been fairly sure I was into girls, but now I know that I am with absolutely certainty. Just… what a great experience. Sorry for rambling so much here at the start, I just can’t get over how incredible today was. I’ll get into it now though. Read more »

I [27F]went down on an elderly lady [70F?]that I grew up going to church with.

So yes, the story is as crazy as the title sounds. This is how it happened. Like any good town, mine has a lesbian bar. I often hit it up. Probably at least 3 times a week. I meet lots of great gals and get lots of good dates and sexy out of it. Never have really seen anyone there that has surprised me – until the other day. I walked it and was scanning the room until my eyes saw an elderly lady I thought I knew as a kid. I stared for a minute and took out my phone to look to see if I was right. I went to her Facebook and sure enough that was definitely her.

She was sitting all alone and looked a little bit uncomfortable. Growing up I knew she was definitely not gay. She was very conservative and had a husband then. I finished the rest of my drink and decided it was time to go say hey to make her feel welcome. I made my way over and said “hi Ms. Louise!” She look startled and then saw it was me. She smiled and hugged me and told me I looked very different. We caught up on life and she ended up telling me that she was a very late bloomer and that’s why she divorced. I told her I was proud of her and excited for her. She said she was surprised I turned out this way as well. I told her I couldn’t be more glad that I did. Read more »

Hideout (m/f/etc)

Hideout is a little like the B-52s song,, “Loveshack”. Its also a little like a club I once went to along Beyers Naude road, which wastn called that, then – called “Hideout”. It’s a business persons fantasy. It isn’t in the forect like the Loveshack the B-52’s sang about. No, its smack bang in the middle of the city. Hidden in plain view in the suburbs.

It’s a large thatch house, with a wild overgrown garden. Its on a cul-de-sac, in a quiet suburb just outside of Randburg. Its just of of one of the main routes that people use to get to work in Johannesburg and Sandton.

The founder liked to go to strip clubs and see beautiful women naked. He wanted to be able to have breakfast and coffee delivered to him by a beautiful topless woman in the morning and he imagined that other men, and women felt the same.

It was also the beginning of the time of “hybrid” working where people could do their work at home, or at the office. And that – you see – created a delightful opportunity where your wife or husband wasn’t quite sure where you were and assumed you were at work and then the work people assumed you were at home. And where you were was – at Hideout. Totally plausible don’t you think ! Read more »

Downfall – An Erotic Invasion – Chapter 6: On the Run

They lay like that together, naked and entwined in the afterglow of their first lesbian experiance. Lisa worried in silence that she was doomed to become a dyke now that her first time had been with another woman. She felt the desperate need to pray for forgiveness, but naked and reeking of sex was hardly the right moment to talk to God, and she couldn’t bring herself to disrupt this perfect moment. Eventually their perfect little silence was broken when Margaret asked “So what the hell is going on?” Those seven little words shattered the bubble that they’d been sharing and brought her back to the real world.

Lisa sat up on one elbow so she could look her lover in the eyes, and after resisting the need to kiss her friend again in one last attempt to try to ignore the horror story that had become their life, Lisa told her everything she knew. It poured out of her, and once she started talking, she just couldn’t make herself stop. For the next half hour they just lay there while she told her about Chad, the aliens and all the details she knew. She told her about how dangerous the pheromones were and how quickly the eggs seemed to mature inside their hosts. She told what had happened to her mom and their friends, and when there were no more words they just cried together with the fear and the loss of it all. Read more »

KLIT 96.9 THE RAVE 093 BFF Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BONDAGE TOYS ROLE PLAYING)

“”A soft giggle rolled through Bridget. “I, I have never done this before.” She whispered in my ear. Butt the hunger, the lust in Bridget’s eyes told me that she was willing to go for the gold.
Most people call me Charlie those who don’t just say hey you. If you look at us, Bridget and myself you would figure a married couple or at least boyfriend and girlfriend butt that’s where I must stop you. You see Bridget is my BFF and the last time I checked I am female. That’s right pussy, big tits and a to die for friend that has the same if not bigger property. So here we were standing in front of the A-Train Sports Bar huddled in downtown Easygate. A definite one of a kind establishment.
When she leaned in and kissed me, sort of. Locking on my left nip sorta made my heart skip a beat. If that was it that would have been cool butt no. Locking onto my left nip and dragging my tit up. Up to well as far as it would go then her lips were on mine! Her tongue started to wag in my mouth!
Seeing as how we, Bridget and I were the only girls in this place. I, ugh… cradled her head and pressed the kiss. The way she took me with a juicy beer still in my mouth. The taste of cum (that would be female cum) dancing from the amber liquid to the wagging of a tongue after a lifetime of dirty secrets.” Read more »

The Pavlesbian Response [FF] [Mind-Control] [Noncon]

Rachel tossed and turned in her bed, unable to drift off to sleep. Uni stress had been getting to her lately, and to make things worse she had a new roommate move in that week. Lily was friendly, went to the same university, and was fine to live with, but the girls hadn’t gotten to know each other properly yet, and so Rachel felt like she couldn’t be herself when she got home after a long day. She used to love walking around the apartment naked when she lived alone. Still, she was grateful to be able to afford rent, and was sure she and Lily would become close eventually, so she wouldn’t have to feel like she was putting on heirs in her own home.

What she didn’t know was just how close the pair would become, and how fast it would be before Rachel felt comfortable walking around the apartment naked again.

She stared at her bedside clock. Almost one in the morning. She had to get to sleep to be well rested for class in just seven hours. She resigned herself to the fact that she wasn’t going to get a proper night’s rest, and she’d have to caffeinate herself into the cloud again tomorrow. Read more »

Ashlil Vichar 3 (Obscene Thoughts) MF, Mdom, BDSM, Interracial

What am I?

Yesterday I thought I knew. I was Michaela Glasgo, a Petroleum Engineering grad student at UBC, a quiet feminist who believed I could carve my own way on my own abilities. I hated my body, I had been a gangly redheaded tomboy until the titty fairy came, waved her magic wand, and left me with two pumpkins on my chest that cut me off from the self image I knew and was comfortable with. They cut me off from being “one of the guys”, they cut me off from being “one of the girls” just as hard as everyone assumed big tits equalled big slut, and from then on any of my academic achievements were assumed to be earned through something other than merit. When I had no intention of being a big slut I got called a frigid bitch instead and that was at least enough to give up on friends altogether and focus on my studies. I didn’t need to date pencil dicked entitled misogynists, and in Northern Alberta lesbian was a porn catagory guys watched, not something anyone admitted in public. Read more »