Out now

I never thought I’d find myself a divorced mother of three college kids in my late 40s. But here I was. I never thought the experiments I’d had with my BFF in HS really meant anything. But I’d known I never had any real passion for my ex husband during the 26 years we were married. I thought it was him. On my own for the first time in my entire life I began to allow myself to explore my feelings, my desires in the quiet of my home. I’d become acutely aware of a curiosity I had toward the sapphic. I’d even chatted with lesbians online but just couldn’t imagine it going further. Then I met Sylvia. She was almost ten years older than me, fit, accomplished, confident, fun, a little grey in her hair but didn’t seem to mind. We met at a Labor Day party at the lake. There were at least 150 people there and we had common friends though we’d never k own of each other. We hit it off immediately. We met in the afternoon and I found myself captivated by her. I clung to her like I’d never done with him. As the day faded into night we sat on the shore and she kissed me. My first girl kiss in nearly 30 years. It was soft, inviting rather than demanding. When she asked me back to her camper I immediately said yes. She took my hand and led me there, I blushed a little as we walked past people but I didn’t mind. In her camper she kissed me so passionately, her soft lips, the feel of her breasts against mine, she could have owned me in that moment. The thing about lesbian sex is that it’s not rushed. There’s no finish line. It can go on and on and on. It’s sensual, (even when it’s a little rough), mutual. She gave me pleasure without regard to her own. When I reciprocated, as I put my face in her vagina, she instructed me to hold it there, “don’t taste yet, just take in the scent”. I waited for the longest time until I heard her whisper the words “taste me”. That first taste of her was euphoric. I knew I’d never see men the same, if at all. I didn’t know what to do, so I just tried to mimic what I like. But she instructed me freely. I was better at it than I expected. I gave her pleasure and felt so good, accomplished. I fell asleep in her arms. We held each other through the night, soft, feminine, curvy smooth bodies together.
When I went to leave, we’d talked, and made plans to see each other again. I opened the door to the scene you’d expect the day after a drinking party. I got back to my friends’ camper to find her and her husband with smart assed grins. I blushed when she said “how’d you like Sylvia’s camper?” I knew it was no secret. And I didn’t care. I’m her girl now, I ride on her motorcycle with her, and everyone knows we’re an item. I am a lesbian. And finally happy.

By Anonymous Feb 27

Lesbian CONFESSION

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