LGBT Stories

I waltzed into the Republican Women’s Club bi-weekly luncheon looking drop dead gorgeous. I don’t usually wear dresses on weekdays, but I was wearing one that day — and it was expensive. My hair and makeup were flawless and I had on a pair of heels that were not very comfortable, but were essential to the overall effect.

You see, I am a lesbian in addition to being a Republican and I took the opportunity every two weeks to shatter the stereotypes about “dykes” that these stupid women carried around in their heads. Everyone in this small Nebraska town knew I was a lesbian. It’s not as if I wore a sign around my neck that said “lesbian,” but I had lived there all my life, openly dated girls beginning in high school and never pretended to be anything else.

The main reason I joined the club was because I knew how desperately they didn’t want me there. Unfortunately for them, there was no way they could keep me out. I believe in free enterprise and own a profitable construction firm. My anger at Republican homophobia made me want to be a living proof of the stupidity of their prejudices. I wear jeans and a hard hat when I tour my construction sites, but I dressed to the nines for these luncheons. And I loved being more attractive and “feminine” than most of them.

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It was Marty’s turn to play host for the Girl’s Gossip, Guzzle, Gripe, and Grope Group. Actually, they had been the five Gs up until a couple of meetings ago when Beth had shown the group some sexy videos. They had watched Every Woman Has a Fantasy with tolerance and mild amusement. It was a farce about a guy who fills in at his wife’s “bridge” group in drag. By the time they finished with Erotic In Nature, a very well done lesbian video, things got pretty much out of hand. There had always been some discussion of male inadequacies in bed, but it was always limited to talk about making out with women. The hints had been very broad, but there was no touching other than a rub on the back and a kiss on the cheek. After that episode, G-for-Grope had been definitely, if unofficially, added to the menu.. Each meeting had to out-do the last! Beth had done the videos, and Joan had come up with an array sex toys to try out. Marty had to come up with something new and really different.

She looked into both Good Vibrations and Romantasy, but neither had anything that rang any bells. Finally, she was wandering through a gadget store and spotted a mold for making pop-cycles. How very interesting! Six cylinders about an inch and a half in diameter, with — definitely a possibility. Looking around some more, she found a cake pan for making oval cup cakes about two inches by four inches — another idea formed. She bought two of each .

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How did you discover women? How did it started? I’ll tell you how did it started with me… I might have been twenty or something. I was visiting my friend, there were a few of us, all girls, sitting, chatting, gossiping a bit… After all, it was springtime again and we were quite young and felt that newly scented air strongly… Since I lived at the opposite side of the city I stayed to sleep at her place. Once in bed, we switched the TV on, watched some movie and then she gave me a naughty, conspirative smile and pushed the cassette into the VCR. At the time, VCR was fairly new thing, I didn’t have it and was interested in. I am not sure, but that was probably first porn I have ever seen!

And so, we were in bed, in pyjamas, under the blanket, the only light coming from the TV. Her very strict parents were sleeping in the next room, so we were whispering softly, commenting the scenes. It didn’t took long, I was wet. I couldn’t lay still, I was restless, moving my legs all the time. We were smoking cigarettes. We were both horny, that much was obvious. At one moment our feet touched and stayed that way. Being very good friends, I paid no attention. I mean, we slept in the same bed quite often. But this time our legs got closer and closer. My breasts were a minute from exploding! Our calves were like glued. We were shyly laughing all the time.
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My second woman lover come years later, I just never has the guts to push it myself! I had a friend, divorced, about ten years older, who used to live in the neighborhood and whom I visited quite often. She also visited me, somehow usually when I was alone at home. Very feminine brunette, a bit plump, flashy, not fat, just little extra padding on hips and tights. I used to like her figure very much…

After work I would end up at her place for a cup of coffee and chat. She would be tired from work, her feet swollen after a day on heels, she would take her shoes off and move her toes complaining about swollen feet and naturally I offered her a foot massage. I would take her heel and lay her foot onto my lap, lay my other hand along her sweaty foot and gently press and then start to massage her toes in nylons. Sometimes, sitting opposed to her, I’d have a glimpse of her panties inside the darkness under her skirt. My face would blush red, frightened not be seen peaking under her skirt.

In time I realized I actually enjoy touching her sweaty feet in nylons, there’s something sexual in that and somehow accepted the fact that she turns me on, something I would never dare confessing to her. There was no need to, as I was going to discover. At the meantime, those foot massages become almost a friendly ritual.
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It was our first meeting in years. She was as beautiful as ever, only now she was ripe. When we had it happen, we were both too young and immature to face and appreciate what we shared, and eventually we faded away from each other.

Her invitation was quite a surprise. And there I was, in that very same room where we shared our exploration of each other and ourselves, sitting on, could it really be, the very same bed in which I had been first touched by another woman. Get yourself together, woman, your had is floating in thin air!

We were chatting, behind the locked door of her room in her parent’s apartment - while her parents were having a drink with her aunt and some relatives in the living room. Locked door was understandable in this occasion: the bride to be was trying on her wedding dress! Straightening her petticoat, my hands were underneath her skirt, touching her ivory stocking-clad leg and her warm thigh above the lace-top. Oh my, she looked so gorgeous. So desirable. So… fuckable. And, like so many ears ago, her parents were in the next room!
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When I was 15 years old I met this beauty who inspired me to do a lot of
things in my young lifetime. You see I was placed in this person’s
sister’s care till the age of 16 years because at that time me and my
mother who shall remain nameless were having a few problems so I stayed
with Elisabeth who had a sister called Lisa. She was all I couldn’t be
at the time but she still loved me none the less.

It started one day when Elisabeth asked me to go stay with her sister
because she was going away with her husband Ivan so I asked who I was
going to stay with and she replied that I would be staying with her
sister Lisa. Lisa arrived that afternoon I had slept late because I was
feeling sick the night before hand so I got up at about 5pm when Lisa
arrived and took my things and put them into her car for me I said my
good byes to Ivan and Elisabeth and me and Lisa headed off heading
towards Lismore.

I arrived at Lisa’s and headed inside and she made me a coffee and we
sat down to talk, she asked me about myself and told me a little bit
about herself I was in awe of her she didn’t have the looks but she was
beautiful inside and had a heart of gold which I wished I had at times
when people pissed me off but I guess everyone gets like that don’t
they.
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It all started like no other story starts me a simple lesbian falls head
over heels for this gorgeous beauty cool huh …. nope your wrong you see
I am engaged to be married to my former girlfriend and lover of 12 years
Cathy whom I love ever so much but dare not tell her about my secret
obsession in case I hurt her and that’s something I don’t want to do
because I care for her more then life itself … actually more then my
own life itself .

Well it all started at a dance called The Dolphin where lesbians of all
sorts go to hang out and have a good time whilst grooving to some party
music that they played which I admit was fucking good but any who to the
story ahead because I am itching to get on with it lol.

I was dancing on the dance floor by myself as fucking per usual because
Cath has hardly any rhythm and she is a butch dyke who likes to hold the
bar up and chat with the other butch women that sidle towards the bar to
grab drinks for their partners and friends.
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I looked out the window into the street at the driving snow. It was
falling steadily as it had since I last looked about 4 AM. It was now
6:10 AM and there had been no call cancelling school and there was
nothing on the morning TV news. Just, “Be safe out there and take extra
time to get to work!” Shit! I just hate driving in the snow. There
will be all the assholes trying out their 4-wheel drives, sliding all
over the road. Fuck, I was sure school would be called off. I was
tempted to call in sick, but I got ready to go. My wonderful neighbor
had already cleared my driveway and sidewalks so there was no good
excuse to stay home. I fed the cat, slipped on my boots, put on a warm
coat…mother had taught me well…and headed for the car.
After warming up the car, I backed out of the garage and into the
street. My headlights made it clear that the snow had not let up and no
snow plow had been through the street. I thought, “Well, here goes,”
tucked my cell phone into my pocket so it would be within reach in case
of……….well just in case.

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