While many of us may enjoy erotica , not all of us enjoy our porn served up in graphic videos. And, if that's the case we've rounded up 7 crazy-sensual sex stories about women who've embarked on their lesbian experience for the first time from one of our favorite erotic stories websites — Literotica. Yes, lesbian erotica! That night, as I laid in bed, my mind kept going back to Keisha's picture. I had to finger myself twice just to be able to slip into a fitful slumber. Two large cups of coffee and a long shower helped me wake up the next day. I decided to skip the gym and took a little longer to put on my face. I didn't really know why either. It's not like Keisha would take one look at me and jump my bones right there in my office. Hell, I didn't even know if she liked women.

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Skip navigation! Story from Queer Voices. If you flipped through the rolodex of oral sex on TV, most of what you'd see is women giving men blow jobs. Or men talking about women giving them blow jobs. We hardly ever see men going down on women so, it's really exciting when we do , and we basically never see women go down on each other. That lack of representation that contributes to straight women having way fewer orgasms than men and to a lot of stress for queer women who go into their first time giving oral totally clueless. So it's time to break the silence. Read on for 10 real stories from queer women about their first oral sex experience. And hear what women really think about during oral sex here.
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The first time I had sex with a girl, we did it in a closet. No, seriously. She had a huge walk-in closet with a bed in it, and she would sit on that bed, light candles, and draw and write on the walls. It was like being inside her soul. She painted and drew and the things she put on those walls were beautiful and honest and every reason I loved her. But it was. Because I loved her.
It was the spring of and I was a sophomore at the University of Notre Dame. I had recently started coming out to friends a week or two prior, when something changed with one of these friends. At the time naively , she was the only open semi-gay person I knew at the school, and by semi-gay, I mean that she was openly bisexual. The night I realized I was gay, I immediately sought her out for help. She calmly listened to me as I cried while we walked around the lakes, speaking out loud the realization I had only discovered hours earlier. I saw something change in the way she looked at me.