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Lesbian sex stories feature sexy tales of women who love other women. These can be first time lesbians, women who are into group lesbian sex, or just women in love with other women. Feel free to post your lesbian stories here for others to enjoy and embellish.

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Lusting Deborah

A mother's lust for her daughter's best friend leads to her first lesbian experience

As the lonely mother of a twenty-two-year-old girl, I began thinking it was time to get my love life back. But the likelihood of hooking up with another man scared me after Johnathan, Mandy's father, left us to live with his girlfriend. When he left, I vowed I would never be with another man. Time passed and Mandy became a strong, beautiful young woman with an enviable body. She’d grown up...Read On

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Hot and Heavy Hazing

Sorority girls get called out for their lesbian tendencies

“Alright you fucking sluts,” boomed the sorority president, Jess, “we’re gonna find out which of you whores are fuckin dykes!” Jess continued with instructions. Each girl was to sit on a paper towel naked and watch 10 minutes of lesbian porn. Anyone with a wet towel would be severely punished. Katie was bisexual (although somewhat in denial about it), and had not yet come out to...Read On

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Lesbian Magic Part Two

Sarah played a seductive game with lesbians but can she survive it?

Sarah felt herself being pulled away from her friends into another room. She didn’t know why she went so easily but a strange voice inside of her head told her to go. She felt uncomfortable being around these lesbians from the way that she was dressed and feared that it would encourage them to try something. She was wearing a tight pink crop top that barely covered her breasts and had one...Read On

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In the Seraglio: Part One

The journey to Byzantium.

The came for me when I was sixteen. That makes it sound dramatic. It wasn't. Rabbi Glickstein had prepared me. Poppa could not spare Rebekah. Tall and full-breasted, the Khan had his eye on her. She was seventeen. She was our family's promise of a better future. I was the runt of the litter. Poppa always complained that it was a trial that he should have such a daughter. I was just under...Read On

Of Cloaked Vesture

A palsied penumbra by any other name is still a rook of cloaked vesture. Like a locust with a St. Vitus dance, shedding its outerwear of disposition, the tall, gaunt man grinned. He was of devious nomenclature, and pseudonymous character. He imbibed a rum laudanum from a flask, pausing, touching the window pane, with a gelatinous temper of lustful desire and his fingers tapping like...Read On

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Healing Myself Part Two

Love grows for Isobel.

I looked down from my raised platform, an L-shaped arrangement of boards on a scaffold frame that was about fifteen feet off the ground. It allowed me to overlook a king size box spring draped in scarlet quilting. I raised my camera and hit the release a couple more times which triggered the light array below me as I recorded the scene which was unfolding. The two women entwined on the...Read On

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Emmanuelle: Part Eight

Enter the Oligarch

I can’t say I wasn’t tempted. Emm looked a million dollars. The red silk dress she wore seemed to caress her curves, and then cascade from them in a way which emphasised the fluidity of her body as it moved. As the BBC technician, who was as a gay as I was, said to me as she walked past: ‘She’s poetry in motion. I wish I was bi!’ I couldn’t but agree about the appearance. Her body was...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part two

Prepared for the Sultan

The Sultan may have been master of all he surveyed, but he did not survey his own Seraglio. There his mother held sway. Fortunately she had taken a liking to me, and called me her poppet. She sort of reminded me of my Momma and so I liked her. I was not blind to the advantages that might come from being her favourite. She hated the Circassians. I soon understood why. Her husband, Sultan...Read On

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Emmanuelle: Part Ten

Schlyukha: to Russia with lust.

Waking early, as she always did, Sophie sweetly brought me back to consciousness with a coffee and smoked salmon blini. 'These are courtesy of Ekaterina. You missed a treat, Pixie.' Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked across at her, her blue eyes lively and teasing. 'No doubt this came courtesy of another Amazonian unnatural blonde. How unlike my own darling honey blonde.' I ruffled...Read On

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Emmanuelle: part nine

Into the Oligarch’s lair

I had never spent half a concert watching a friend eat another woman. Did the whole come to more than the sum of the parts, or did each detract from the other? After Ekaterina had orgasmed for the third time, Emm was allowed to take her seat next to her new Mistress. I kept a wary eye on Ivana, who clearly had an itch she wanted me to scratch. As the audience rose in acclamation. I...Read On

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Emmanuelle: part twelve

To Russia with love

Ekaterina and Emm stole the show. There was not a woman in the room who did not either envy them or want to sleep with them; Sophie and I were in the latter category, though, truth to tell, no sleep would have been had. The reception got into full swing. There must have been three dozen people there, and even I recognised some famous faces. Sophie, who was as formidably knowledeable on that,...Read On

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In the Seraglio: Part Three

In the Chamber of the Padishah.

He looked at me. Best strike now, I thought, so I filled the silence. ’You know the Rus are meditating rebellion, and if their gold prevails with the Khan, is this the time to provoke him, Majesty. I would not have you suffer the fate of Harold the Saxon Padishah.’ He looked at me and laughed out loud. ’And who is this Harold that I should be mindful of him?’ ’It is a tale I have...Read On

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In the Seraglio: part four

As she liked it

The story soon got around. Rahab had not satisfied the Sultan. The Circassians looked smug, not least at Svetlana. The other wives reacted more kindly, on the whole. Those who were members of the play-group were sweetest. As zero challenge to any of them, but not banished by the Sultan, I was accepted as different. That Calliope obviously favoured me, did me no harm, either. I told her what...Read On

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Emmanuelle: part eleven

The Oligarch Strikes

For some reason (lack of cash mostly) I had never spent the afternoon being pampered at a private spa; I could get used to it. All I need, having had the experience, is the income. Sophie and I went down to the basement with Ivana, who introduced us to the Manageress, and then, quickly pecking Sophie on the cheek, departed to fulfil Ekaterina's commands. The Manageress, yet another of...Read On