You know, when they, a straight woman, have a crush on another woman. You know what's actually called? Saying " girl crush " is the equivalent of a dude telling another dude he loves him and then tacking on "no homo", to the end of the sentiment. You're better than that. Lesbian sex can be fierce, passionate, and just as ribald if not more so as straight sex. To prove that point, we asked an anonymous group of real women to talk about their experiences with lesbian sex. They opened up like WHOA and now you get to reap all the benefits. Sign in. Join YourTango Experts. Photo: WeHeartIt.
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So drop those pants and get on it literally — stat! She ended up taking me back to her place and, damn, she knew what she was doing. She got on top and used her legs to pump my cock. It was so hot that I blew after a few minutes, but I ate her out to say thanks. His work uniform — a bright orange safety shirt, oil-stained khaki pants, and dirty work boots — always turns me on when he shrugs himself into it in the early hours of the morning. As someone who works with his hands all day, lifting piles of bricks and slathering cement in sidewalks, he knows how to use them well. His strong, rough fingers know their way around my body like no one else has ever known it before. Just thinking of the way he uses them to explore my deepest desires makes me long urgently for him. They roam between my round, perky B-cup breasts and then down over my navel, and finally, into the pulsating, wet ache between my legs.
Sometimes the closest thing to action I get is listening to some dude talk about his sloppy one-night-stand on the streetcar. So sue me, I eavesdropped a little bit of a pervy conversation. But, had you been in my position, your ears would have perked up too.
I made the first move, touching his knee and then sliding my hand up his inner thigh. We fucked—fast—in the laundry room, where we had a view of the driveway in case my mom came back. What I never suspected is that things would ever escalate from there. I squirmed in shock for approximately three-point-five seconds before melting into her rough but tender embrace. I returned the favor, of course, and I can honestly say I like licking pussy more than sucking dick. We fucked in the living room, her on top, flicking her own nipples like a pro as she rode me, whispering all sorts of sexy shit in that seductive voice of hers. Fifteen minutes after we both came, she wanted it again, so I gave it to her—in the kitchen, from behind this time. After we ate them, we walked to this remote corner of campus with a cooler of beers and some chips to snack on.