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Out Of The Closet
Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 30

    I am 30, just turned 30, and I am a gay woman. I am an artist and my stuff sells. I have an outlet for some of my work via a modern art studio and that is where I met this man who is sponsoring my work. All that is fine but he is not tolerant of me being gay. I have accepted help from him but now I find that I am in a world that he wants to control, and me being gay is not allowed. He insists on having sex with me, he likes the housewife thing, I have an art studio on the second floor of his house but I have to live the housewife role and give him housewife sex.

    He likes me in dresses and with my hair short and curly, he likes me cooking for him, I cook for him everyday and he likes me sitting with him and reading while he reads. He does not like my tattoos. I get lots of pressure to give up my gay friends, to be straight as an arrow. I have produced a lot of work since I moved in with him and I have extended myself way past what was my comfort zone and my work is selling for a good price, much more than I was ever able to command before. He hooked me up with a gallery in New York and he has taken me there four times for exhibitions, always in dresses and short curly hair, that has become my look now. He likes me in flats, not heels and he puts me in very select pieces. I never wore jewelry before.

    A friend of mine, gay like me says that maybe keeping me tied down like this is letting me produce more, I have produced my best work since moving in with him. I don't know, all I know that it is frustrating, sex is weird, really weird for me, I feel I am the child in the relationship, like a seven year old with her dad. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please hold me Daddy. Hold me tight Daddy. I love you Daddy, hold me Daddy. God I don't know what has happened to me.

    #43110 — Comments (1) — Jan 22, 2019 at 11:27 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    I have been giving a lot of thought to my title, I guess the best way to describe this is that I am a reluctant lesbian. I never started out to be a lesbian, I never had a crush on girls, I never felt a rush with a girl, I dated boys in high school and college and my dream has always been to get married, settle down and have children. However life gets in the way.

    Let me explain. I took a job in San Francisco, the job is in my field but pays very little considering the cost of living. I am 26 so I should be thankful for my job. I contact a friend of mine from college and ask her if she can put me up for few weeks until I can find a place to live. Sure, come on. She is a flight attendant for a major airline based out of San Francisco and she lives with two other flight attendants in a small two bedroom unit. I got there and she says that after talking about it with her roommates they would prefer if I didn't sleep on the couch, that I should stay with her in her room. Fine, but her room is small and crowded and has one bed. Not to worry, it is only for a couple of weeks and I will move out.

    The first night I am there, after we get ready for bed, my clothes are all in the suitcase because there is literally no where to put them, the bed is so small, she lays beside me and says she thinks that I should know something. She gets closer until she is right on top of me and whispers to me that her roommates are gay, and that she is gay too. If I am not gay that is fine but she thinks I should know. But even if I am not gay, she is going to sleep up against me, touching me from head to foot, and she doesn't stop moving until I put my arm around her and she settles down to sleep.

    Next morning, the two roommates are gone as they had an early morning flight and they got up at three a.m. It is just the two of us, she isn't working until Friday so we have two days together. I am in the small shower and she comes into the bathroom, there is no lock. She gets undressed and stands naked beside the shower and asks me if she can get in because there isn't that much hot water. She doesn't wait for me to answer, she is naked from head to toe, I am naked from head to toe, the shower is so small and she just puts her arms under mine and pulls up close so she can get under the shower head. I have no choice but to put my arms around her back. She takes the soap and starts to lather herself and then to lather me, she just says let me wash your boobs and she is on my boobs, she reached down and to lather me between my legs, that is when I pushed back almost pushing her out of the shower.

    Look, I lived in a dorm with other girls, but I never got felt up in the shower, she wants to 'wash' me, open my legs so she can wash me, she wants to wash my bottom, open my legs so she can put her finger in my crack and wash my bottom, she wants me to wash her between her legs, use my fingers to wash her and then wash her bottom, the shower is pouring down on us, the water is still hot and she puts her arms around my neck and goes for a kiss. I managed to get her arms from around my neck and step out of the shower. Does she quit? No. She calls me back in.

    I don't get it, I tell her that it was totally inappropriate, she sits on her bed totally naked, not a stitch on and tells me that we have two glorious days together. To tell the truth it wasn't until she was laying back on the bed that I really paid attention to her, maybe I was emotional or something but she looked very vulnerable and attractive. I found some clothes in my suitcase and got dressed and she reluctantly got dressed and suggested that we go get some coffee and a Danish at the Starbucks a block away. We are at the Starbucks, she is going on and on about living in San Francisco, she points out that the area we are in is really gay, almost totally gay. Only after a long several minutes do we talk about why I am there and that I need a place of my own. She doesn't know anything about any other area, and no matter what I will need roommates or sublet so why not stay with her.

    That is how I became a lesbian. Living with her, sleeping with her and getting it on with her. She likes physical contact, she likes to kiss and hug and is always holding hands or putting her arm around my waist. She flies and is gone a couple of nights a week, but the rest of the time she is home. My job takes about an hour to get there and an hour and half to get home. When she doesn't fly she takes care of dinner for me. Sometimes we go out with our roommates, but usually we are just there in the apartment together and have our separate lives from our roommates. During the daytime she initiates almost all physical contact, I tend to initiate physical contact at night when we are in bed. I just can't be so forthright in public, it is not in me. She is the only woman I have been intimate with, so I am very sensitive to being in love with her. I do think she is the essence of what a woman should look like, and I like it that she is so uninhibited with me and likes to lay around naked. I am not quite there yet.

    #43006 — Comments (0) — Jan 15, 2019 at 8:32 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 40

    I presented myself for fucking last night. Dropping to the floor on my hands and knees I placed my head onto the carpet exposing my wanton ass for his pleasure. It was my first time and he knew it breeding me gently until I felt him cum, jet after jet decorating my passage.

    #42989 — Comments (2) — Jan 13, 2019 at 10:51 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 21

    For the last several years my best friend and I have been bi with each other but only for oral sex. He was always afraid to go any further.

    It started with us just being two curious teenage boys who wanted to know if we liked cock as well as pussy. Turns out we both did. After the first couple times of each of us taking turns filling each others stomachs with cum we became a lot more confident about it and basically turned into each other's cock whores.

    We lived just a few minutes away from each other and were constantly at each other's houses. Sure we did (and still do) normal things like play video games and go bowling and stuff, but around all of that there was our oral sex. Sometimes when our parents were home and we needed relief, we would make an excuse to drive somewhere just so one of us could suck cock.

    We became so horny for each other occasionally that we would even use lunch during school to hide in a closet or restroom and suck each other off.

    Even during all this we still had girlfriends who had no idea what we were doing without them. Sometimes I would drop a girlfriend off at her house after a fuck date and then go pick him up to finish the night off with his cum.

    Well a few days ago he finally broke ice about anal. He has known for a while that I've been interested but he was not. Then he opened up and I think our relationship has leapt into new territory.

    He spent the first 30 minutes of our night fucking my asshole which I have used dildos over the years to enjoy some degree of anal sex. I told him this and told him not to be too gentle, that I want a proper ass fucking. He did not let me down.

    He filled my rear with an enormous load of cum. After a few moments of him catching his breath and me cleaning his cock of all the residual cum, he was ready for his first time.

    I was gentle until his hole loosened up and then shifted gears. I came in his right butt hole in just a few minutes after that and we collapsed together panting and laughing. We loved it and I'm sure it will be a great addition to our friendship.

    #42936 — Comments (0) — Jan 9, 2019 at 1:11 AM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    Definitely this is about self discovery, and partly about self acceptance. I am a lesbian, a homosexual woman but I never thought I would say that. I never dreamt in a thousand years that I was a lesbian.

    I got married in college to the right guy. He had the three most important attributes for a husband, he was rich, he came from a well to do family and he had money. I had the right attributes, I was rich, I came from a well to do family and I had money. That is all it takes to get married. On our wedding night, I admit that he was drunk and I was not and he got on me demanding that I give him what he wanted and what happened cannot ever be classified as love making or any other kind of making, I ended up with a bloody nose, torn clothes and a torn and bleeding anus. It was the first time and it was the last time.

    We settled down in our gift house and a year later my kitchen looked like it came out of the gift box, the living room looked like it came out of the gift box, there was plenty of room in the closet in the master bedroom for my clothes and he was happy across the house in the guest room with his electronics and his girlfriends.

    One weekend his girlfriend for the night stayed over. I usually did not meet them, an unwritten rule of sorts, but this time she was there all weekend so we had to talk. She got into my kitchen and started to look for stuff and I watched. She found a frying pan and a spatula and she got into the fridge and took out some eggs and stuff and made an omelet for herself and one for me and we sat down for breakfast. It was eleven o'clock and we were still talking and still unshowered, me in my night clothes and she in her day clothes from the day before. She did not have on a bra, I noticed that, no bra and every time she moved her nipples went around and up and down her blouse, when I stopped talking and stared at her nipples they got hard and my nipples got hard against my night shirt. In all my life I had never gotten completely soaked from just being with someone and talking, I kept staring at her long neck and her hair and her fingers and her arms and well I stared at her until she suggested that we go upstairs and take a shower.

    We went to my bedroom and when we went into my bathroom she took off her top and told me to take off my night shirt and she walked up to me and we compared breasts, she told me she was bi and asked me if I was bi, she helped me step out of my panties and she took off hers and we stood naked on the floor together our breasts touching and she asked me what my favorite game was. I begged off her question, I didn't know what she was talking about and we got the shower going and got in and wet our hair and she took the soap and lathered me up and asked me to do the same. The shower was mostly about touching and several kisses on the lips, on her neck and cheeks, on my forehead and cheeks and again on the lips.

    After drying off she took all the bedclothes off my bed and asked me to lay back on the bed and keep my legs open so she could explore and after exploring with her eyes and fingers she explored with her tongue and mouth and after she had me to into a climax she pulled up beside me and played with my breasts and nipples. When it was my turn she gave me instructions, she had me examine her visually and tactfully before exploring with my mouth and tongue and she kept me there until she climaxed and then had me kiss and toy with her breasts and nipples. Tit for tat, I never knew what tat was until that day.

    The love affair that came out of it has lasted a long time. I am not bi I am a lesbian. She says she is bi but since we have been together she doesn't find any desire to be a with a man. My husband moved on to other girlfriends, some we may see from time to time but others come and go and we never see them. My kitchen is not quite the picture perfect kitchen and my living room is definitely lived in now, my bedroom is a mess and my closet are filled with clothes and shoes, my bed is never empty and my bathroom is filled with women's products and makeup. My girlfriend is very tuned to looking smart and she has expensive tastes. I can afford it, why not I have never spent money on anyone before, she keeps teaching me new games and I never go to bed alone anymore.

    #42858 — Comments (0) — Jan 3, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 25

    A friend of mine and I started to run in the morning and she convinced me to go with her to the gym. She is really into crossfit and the body stuff and is always fit. I went with her a couple of times and I spent most of the time I was there watching her. The second time we were there she had to shower and change because she was going to a job interview so I went into the changing room with her while she showered and dressed. I sat on the bench in front of the lockers and she pulled off her workout clothes and when she took off her top she had on this very tight sports bra on and she released her boobs. She had real boobs, boobs with big nipples and she was standing in front of me totally naked, her tight stomach, totally smooth no pubes, large globes, smiling at me asking me what was wrong. She held my face in both hands and asked me if I approved, she bent over and kissed me and told me that it was all for me all I had to do was ask.

    After she was dressed and we walked to our cars she took a moment and took my hand in hers and she repeated what she had said, she told me to ask, just ask because she spent her days waiting for me to hold her in my arms and tell her I loved her. I told her I did but I had never thought about her like that. She squeezed my hand and told me to think about it, she was all mine and she was there only for the asking. She went to her interview and I went to my job, I was worthless all day.

    That evening she came to my place, she was dressed in casual street clothes, she was not wearing a sports bra and it was the first time I saw her dressed like that. She held her boobs up and told me she saw how I looked at her and she wanted me to enjoy them, to enjoy all of her because she had come to offer herself completely to me. She was explicit and she was totally frank about being a lesbian and she had always been a lesbian and she had been in love with me since we were in college and now she was there to be mine if I wanted to have her. But, she said, but I had to reach for her.

    I couldn't, I was scared right then, of me, of everything, of her, of the whole idea of what she was saying, she didn't let me think, she stood right in front of me, pushing her boobs into me, reaching around and holding my behind and she kept telling me to embrace her and pull her close to me, she pushed her mouth on mine and she told me to just take her and fuck her. In all my life I had never had a girl tell me to fuck her, I didn't even know what that meant, but by then she had pushed me onto my sofa and she said if I didn't fuck her she was going to fuck me, but she was tired of waiting and if she had to drag it out of me she was going to drag it out of me.

    With her breasts in my face and grabbing my clothes and tearing them off, reaching into my pants until I just pushed her away and she fell back on the sofa and swore at me and told me to fuck her again and to stop playing with her. I fell into her arms crying, she stopped being hard like that and she told me we should just go to my room and we would go slow and make love and it would soon be over and I could show her I loved her and she would show me she loved me.

    We did go to my room and she made love to me, that evening I did not make love to her but I did let her kiss me and go down on me, get me naked. It was a very long time before I grabbed her so to speak and fucked her. A long time before I tore her pants off to eat her. I hated her bald pussy, I really did and she grew out this wonderful tuft of pubes that makes her pussy look like it should, I hated her sports bras and she only wears them now to work out, I like her in dresses, I like that she is fit and all but I like long hair on her and I like her to have her nails done, I just don't like the gym look, I never did. I want her to be my girlfriend, emphasis on girl. She likes the gym and I like the spa, I can't help it I prefer for her to make love to me, at least to start, it takes a while before I can work up to making love to her.

    I am just not that kind of girl, I don't like being bossy, I make up my mind if I have to, but I don't like being bossy and I don't like her being bossy either. If someone needs to make the decision I will, I have always been able to make decisions, but I do not like to look bossy or be bossy, it is just not me. I love her, I guess I always did but didn't know it but for me the whole fitness thing is a bit of a turnoff, maybe that is why it took me so long to admit to myself that I had feelings for her. I will watch her workout but I won't, I want to go shopping after her workout if you understand where I am coming from, to buy her something to make her look pretty.

    #42845 — Comments (3) — Jan 2, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 22

    I am 22 and recently graduated from college. I moved to Austin with a friend and we got jobs. My uncle, my mother's older brother just appeared at the door of the apartment. We were still asleep in bed. We live in a small one bedroom efficiency and he saw that we had one bed one room one closet. My roommate after two minutes of his questioning told him we were adults, gay and in love. That's how I came out, agreeing with my schoolgirl friend, college roommate and now significant other telling my uncle I was gay.



    #42837 — Comments (1) — Jan 1, 2019 at 4:21 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 37

    Giving in to temptation. I was working as a bar back in a hotel while I looked for another job. At the hotel was a man who worked in the gift shop. He mentioned that he was moving and he wanted to sell some of the stuff he had so he wouldn't have to take it with him. I went to his apartment to see what he had, a vacuum cleaner is what caught my eye and he told me I could have it for fifteen dollars. After we agreed he asked me to sit and he calmly unzipped his pants and let himself hang out. He just stood there with his penis hanging out of his pants. After a couple of long minutes of silence he asked if I had any desire for anything else.

    To say I was uncomfortable is not giving it enough justice. A grown balding man with his penis hanging outside his zipper. He walked up close and said it was going to be okay, he got close to my face and let his penis touch my cheek and my nose, he repeated that it was going to be okay to just open my mouth and enjoy. His penis was small at first, he held my head with both his hands and encouraged me to suck him slowly and enjoy him with my tongue. He slowly got hard until he was fully erect and he held my head as he stroked in and out. He instructed me to undo his belt and to unbutton his pants and push them down so I could enjoy him completely.

    When he came he caught me by surprise, what I had in my mouth he told me to swallow slowly, to savor it to roll it around with my tongue and swallow it. He pulled his pants up and gave me his handkerchief to wipe my face. He then took my face and held it tight against his pants. After a few minutes he released me and looked down and asked if there was anything else I wanted. I stood and he held my hand and said I didn't need to go, but I had to go. He reminded me of the vacuum and told me that we had shared something special.

    I spent the rest of the day going crazy, I couldn't work so I called in sick and walked around my small apartment. I could believe I had sucked a man's dick. I told myself I decided to quit my job that I couldn't go back to work and face him again. The next time I saw him was because he came to my apartment to find out why I had quit. He held my face with his hands and kissed me square on the lips, over and over again. Somehow I found myself naked facing him holding his dick while he held mine. He pushed me, he didn't leave me alone. I was putty in his hands and he didn't leave town without first fucking me. Why he chose me I never found out, I was too young to experience that and be left me behind alone. It took me many years before I was able to deal with it, and it was many more years before I found myself in a room with a man and I could do what I had done with him and not hate myself.

    I am his age now, the age he was when he sold me the vacuum cleaner and I was a kid barely out of high school.

    #42768 — Comments (0) — Dec 27, 2018 at 10:26 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 24

    I have been working at the same place since I was 18. They hired me the day after I graduated high school. As I have gotten older I have become more and more comfortable with my sexuality and have blossomed into a rather flamboyant sissy. So one day I decided to come out to a couple of my co workers as if they couldn't have figured it out already. word got to my boss who is a fundamentalist Christian and believes the crime of being a homosexual should get the death penalty. So he immediately fired me and even refused to give me my final pay check or back vacation pay or some benefits I was entitled to. So I hired a lawyer and sued him. State law makes it illegal to fire someone for being gay. I honestly don't know how he could not have known before. I won the law suit. It took a while but the judge ordered him to pay me 18 months back pay at triple the rate I was paid. Then he ordered him to hire me back at double my previous rate and reinstate all my benefits retroactive to the date he fired me. He refused, spent months in jail for contempt of court then he lost his business when the judge ordered it sold. My new boss is gay and he likes me, a lot...

    #42701 — Comments (1) — Dec 21, 2018 at 2:56 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 21

    I came out with my freshman roommate in college. She is an all American beauty, 5 foot 6 inches, blond and blue eyed, she played various sports in high school including softball, volleyball and lacrosse. She came to college on a softball scholarship. She is a kisser and toucher, she likes to play with my tits, but mostly she likes to lay around and kiss. Kiss in the morning after you wake up, kiss before you go to class, kiss when you get in from class, kiss when sit around and watch tv. I wasn't used to so much kissing, the most I had ever done was pretend kiss at parties.

    When she gave things away was one morning when I was at breakfast in the cafeteria and she came down and snuck her hands under my arms and held me by the boobs and kissed me to say good morning. She didn't think anyone was watching us. That afternoon she told a friend of mine that we were queers and she didn't care who knew. Basically she outed me. Once she decided that she wanted to come out and she dragged me with her. Coming out at school eventually meant that I had to come out at home, no one was surprised and no one was surprised that I was dating my roommate at college, well actually sleeping with her because we were in the same room. My parents had a talk with us, her parents were not so easy, they were shocked even though she had experimented in high school a whole lot more than I ever did.

    #42677 — Comments (1) — Dec 19, 2018 at 3:39 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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