Lesbian Riding Boots Stories

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Riding with Confidence

by TheLitGirl on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider; she'd admitted that to herself a long time ago. She'd never been that good, not since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle. She didn't like riding after that, and now, eleven years on, she still w...

Purity and Punishment Ch. 08

by LucienMarriott on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

This is Camilla's gift to me: a helpless Fiona to do whatever I want with. I saddle up, making sure to dig the heels of my riding boots into her sides. She winces so I pull her head up with the reins, giving her hair a sharp tug too. "You're my little pony now, Fiona," I tell her. Camilla's getting comfortable on Ashley, stroking her ears and the back of he...

Lisa in London Ch. 2

by Joseph32 on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Chapter 2: Erotic Thoughts and Shopping Lisa hurried down the crowded streets of Covent Garden. The warmth of the encounter she had glowed on her face. She could swear that people could tell that she had just been "felt up" by another woman. Never having a lesbian experience before, she figured everybody knew and were talking about her. Lisa didn’t care if...

New Member for Lesbian BDSM Club

by slavegirlemily on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I followed the mistress into the low stone room, behind me followed the slavegirl.. Dressed in an extremely tight & small French maid outfit, made out of some artificial fabric that looked & felt like a cross between silk & plastic. About her hung the pleasing odour of sexual need & her slippery inner thighs squelched as she trotted after us. Her ankles were...

Purity and Punishment Ch. 07

by LucienMarriott on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Camilla unzips Fiona's dress and lets it fall to the stables floor and unfastens her lacy pink bra, letting her large breasts fall out, bouncing slightly, her pink nipples standing to attention in the cool of the stables. Slipping her thumbs inside the edges of Fiona's lacy pink panties which are slightly damp at the crotch, she slides them down her long sle...

Worth It

by feministlove on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

She broke my heart at the start of the year. She told me she loved me, she told me we could be together, just the way we'd wanted to for all those years. And then she left me for him. It almost killed me, the pain. I almost didn't come out the other side of the depression that ensued. And yet here I am, eleven months later, meeting up with her for coffe...

Alex Ch. 01

by CatherineKissesGirls on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I watch Alex from the house, or sometimes I watch her from the stables, when she is out at the ring. She is so natural on our Andalusian Little Betty, her black hair pulled into a tight French braid and tied with a white grosgrain ribbon. Alex only braids her hair when she is teaching a lesson. When she rides on the trails by herself she wears her hair loose...

The Sidecar Tales 01 - Liz

by TheKeith on Oct 13, 2017
Lesbian Sex

You ride a motorbike, but you drive a sidecar rig. I'd taken a long-cut, away from major highways and primary roads in California, to get to a nice place I knew of. I was about half-way there when things kinda got strange. I was about an hour outside of Barstow, California, on what was rapidly becoming a joke of a road. The guy at the service station had sa...

Hot Sand: Daytona

by riverboy on Dec 23, 2019
Lesbian Sex

Daytona. What a cool, magical sounding name for a place. Maybe I feel that way because when I was a little girl I used to sit on my father's lap watching the Daytona 500 on TV with him, and every once in a while they'd even show the motorcycles racing there. My father rode motorcycles. He had quite a few over the years, his favorite being a Kawasaki KZ900....

Jackeroo

by Crew Cut on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Jacquie grew up on a remote outback property. She did her schooling by distance education, at first through a crackling radio connection, and latterly by Internet. Every semester she attended a regional conference for senior high school students. It was a rare opportunity to mix with others her own age. Back at home, the nearest neighbours were 100 miles in...