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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-93”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…


I’m a workaholic. Most people think that’s a bad thing, but how can loving your job be bad? I love to write and I’m not about to apologize for it, even if it means putting other parts of my life on hold. Given my hectic schedule over the last couple of months, my social life is on its deathbed. And let’s not even talk about the state of my love life. But I guess we have to since that’s what this fantasy is all about.

I was content spending the next few months—or years, depending on how long it took for me to make a living from my writing—alone. My friend was not. She is the type of friend who isn’t satisfied until every one of her friends is in a relationship. Usually, I can’t stand such people, but she was one of my best friends, so I had learned to live with it.

She had been trying to convince me to get back into the dating game for the past few months and it was only out of a desire for peace that I finally agreed to let her help me create a profile on a dating site. The plan was to create the profile, forget about it and return to my workaholic lifestyle.

Fate had other plans.

I was hesitant at first, but my friend assured me online dating was no longer reserved for losers and freaks. It was now the number-one way to meet new people, be it for long-term relationships or one-night stands.

I was hoping to get it over with quickly, but my friend insisted on doing things properly. She convinced me to make an evening of it. We started with a photo shoot, before moving on to the actual creation of the profile. That part was rather fun—in case you haven’t noticed, I rather enjoy writing. By the time my profile page was up and running, it was past midnight and my friend finally decided it was time for her to head home. As soon as she was gone, I shut down my computer and planned on forgetting all about this dating nonsense.

No such luck.

The first thing I do each morning is go online and check my emails. I usually have around a dozen emails. This time, I had over a hundred. As you probably already guessed, most of them were from the dating site, informing me of the interest other members had shown in my profile. I considered blocking the email address, but the popularity of my profile convinced me to give this online dating thing a try.

Most of the messages I had received were from horny men asking if I was really a lesbian and if me and one of my friends would be interested in joining them for a little fun. I never understood why men are so aroused by lesbians, but I guess it has something to do with wanting something they cannot have.

After deleting all the hookup requests from men, I was left with a little under a dozen messages. Most of those were from butch women. I may be a lesbian, but that doesn’t mean I like women that look like men. I was about to give up hope when one of the messages caught my attention. Actually, it was the profile picture that accompanied it that truly caught my eye.

The woman in the picture was beautiful. Breathtaking.

My heart started to race as I clicked on it. A quick study of her profile page confirmed my suspicions. She was a knockout. Part of me was reticent, because I was afraid the images I now saw had nothing to do with the woman who had created the profile. But if by some bizarre stroke of luck, the woman behind the profile was the same as the one in the pictures, I would be passing up the opportunity of a lifetime.

I took a chance and answered her message. We emailed each other a few times and it quickly became clear we had more in common than just a good taste in clothes. The more we spoke, the more interests I discovered we shared. It was beginning to feel like perhaps this online dating thing was not such a bad idea after all.

Then she did something that ruined everything. She asked to meet me. Part of me was afraid I would discover she was in fact a fat, old man pretending to be a beautiful young woman. Another part of me was afraid I would not live up to her expectations—on the off chance that she actually was who she claimed to be. But even with all those odds stacked against us, I chose to abide by my new philosophy—live life to the fullest—and give love a chance.

Three days later, I was entering the restaurant she—for the purposes of this story, let’s call her Candy—had picked for our first date. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. But then I saw her.

She was even more beautiful than in her pictures. She stood halfway across the restraint floor, but I could tell she was every bit the woman she claimed to be on her profile.

She hadn’t yet seem me, so I took a few moments to study her before I introduced myself. She was so beautiful. With her long legs and thin waist. With the chocolate waterfall of hair that cascaded down her back. Discussing the beauty of her breasts somehow feels like an insult to her beauty, but I am obligated to mention it because that is what brought the fantasy that had been growing within me bubbling to the surface.

I barely had time to realize what was happening before reality started to fade. In a matter of seconds, my surroundings had been replaced by an identical fantasy world. Everything looked the same, but I now knew I could do whatever I pleased without fear of repercussions.

I somehow managed to keep the arousal that coursed through my veins contained long enough to introduce myself. Her voice was soft and sensual and the sound of it brought a great wetness to my pussy. As for the shivers of arousal that ran down my spine, they were a result of the skin-tight dress she wore.

We exchanged small talk. I am rather shy by nature, so I took a sip of water every few seconds to keep my hands busy. It worked quite well to keep my nervousness in check, but it soon brought to light a small detail I had up until then failed to notice.

I had to pee. The timing was horrible, but nature was calling and I knew I could not resist its beckoning voice for long. I held out as long as I could before excusing myself. As soon as I was out of sight, I started to run and burst into the bathroom moments later.

They say peeing when you really need to go is similar to having an orgasm. They’re right. I had to put a hand over my lips just to keep from moaning.

When I was done, I washed my hands and opened the bathroom door. Before I could step out, I was forced back inside. I lost my balance and crashed to the tilled floor. My heart started to race and adrenaline began pumping through my veins. I was ready for a fight, but all violence instantly fled my body when I realized who my attacker was.

It was Candy. The twinkle in her eyes told me violence was the last thing on her mind. Sex was a whole other story.

She locked the door and crossed the room in two strides.

“I want you,” she growled in a low whisper as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

Our lips touched and our tongues soon followed. It took a few seconds before I realized what was going on, but when I finally did, I let my arousal run wild. Our tongues danced around madly in each other’s mouths as soft moans of delight flowed past our lips.

When your lips parted, I was aroused beyond repair. Thankfully, so was Candy. As soon as our lips parted, I reached for her dress, but she stopped be before I could tear it away from her flawless body.

“No,” she said, her voice commanding, but soft.

I found the request odd until she spoke again.

“Watch,” was all she said. Moments later, she was sensually stripping for me. Her dress was beautiful on her, but it looked even better on the floor. She wore no underwear, so her private parts were instantly revealed. The stiffness of her nipples spoke volumes as to her state of arousal, but it wasn’t until my eyes dropped to her tight, clean-shaven pussy that I truly discovered the extent of her sexual arousal. Her labia was glistening with pre-cum. The mere sight of it was enough to drive me wild.

I was about to attack her when she sensually walked up to me and pressed her lips to mine. I instantly lost all track of time. I could have been a second like it could have been an hour. All I knew was that I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anybody else.

When the kiss came to an end, she started removing my clothes. That was rather easy as I too was only wearing a dress. As soon as I was naked, she started teasing my nipples. Her tongue and lips worked wonders on my nipples, but I soon began craving something else. Something more.

Just when I was about to go insane from all the teasing, she started kissing her way down to my pussy. As soon as her lips reached my labia, I started to moan. My cries filled the room, silencing everything else but the pounding of my heart.

I don’t know how this happened, but one second I was leaning against a stall with my lover’s tongue on my labia and the next I was sitting on a sink with her head between my widespread legs.

Candy was such a skilled lover that an orgasm began growing within me moments after her tongue first made contact with my lower lips. By then, my chest was rising and falling to the rapid rhythm of my breaths and my head was thrust back in ecstasy.

“I’m gonna cum!” I soon announced. No sooner had the words left my lips that her tongue slid out of me.

“What the…” I began. My eyes flew open and I discovered a shockingly beautiful sight. Candy was busy attaching a massive strapon to her flawless figure. I had no idea where it had come from, nor did I care. “…fuck!” I finally finished when she flipped me over and, bending me over the lip of the sink, grabbed my waist and thrust the toy past my lower lips.

She pounded me with such intensity that I lost the ability to speak. I just wailed like a banshee, moaning each time her large shaft slid into me. It was so big it felt like I was about to explode, yet I would not have wanted it any other way. The edge of the sink was digging into my stomach, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was her hands wrapped around my waist and her spear inside me.

I don’t know how long it took, but I’m pretty sure I reached climax in record time. My already powerful moans intensified as my pussy came to life. The intensity of the pounding was so intense I couldn’t even feel the waves of orgasmilk flowing past my lower lips. Had it not been for the hot cum running down my legs, I never would have known I was squirting.

I quickly lost all track of time. It felt like a moment and an eternity. All I knew is that one moment I was moaning at the top of my lungs and the next I was being snapped back to reality.

I took a moment before I remembered where I was. I was no longer bent over a sink in the bathroom, but standing in the reception area of a fancy restaurant. The voice that had dragged me back to reality belonged to Candy. She must have spotted me at some point during my fantasy, because she now stood mere feet away.

I was still a little shaken by the intensity of my fantasy and all I could muster was a faint “Hi.” Thankfully, the hostess came to my rescue and led us to our table. This gave me time to regain my wits and, by the time we were seated, I was ready for a night of romance. All I had to do was keep from drifting off to another fantasy. Sounds easy, right? It wasn’t, but getting to know the woman that sat across from me was well worth the effort. I just hoped she felt the same way about me.


For those of you who have taken the time to send me a quick shout-out to let me know how much you enjoyed my fantasies, you probably know I love being different. One of those differences is the need I sometimes get to share random facts. Here is the latest one: I have recently decided to live my life to the fullest. Of course, that resulted in the creation of a bucket list.

So far, I checked off a few items—the coolest being learning Parkour—but with the drop in temperature brought on by the approach of winter, completing the many outdoor activities that appear on my list has gotten more difficult. Because of this, I chose to complete one of the easiest ones as my challenge for this month—I try and cross off at least one item each and every month.

This month’s challenge: Zip-lining. I shared my plans to my roommates and, to my surprise, they both showed interest in accompanying me. And just like that, we agreed to schedule our little outing for the following evening.

That was yesterday. I’d been looking forward to it all day and I was rather annoyed when my roommate got home late from work (a full hour late). I knew from experience it was better to call first, so I picked up the phone and dialed the number I had found online. That was a good move, because I soon learned they had chosen to close early due to the cold weather and lack of customers. So much for our Friday evening.

My roommates and I were disappoint, but we managed to cheer ourselves up by playing video games until one in the morning. I know what you’re thinking; how is that living life to the fullest? The simple answer: It isn’t, but a girl’s got to enjoy her life every once in a while.

In case you’re wondering, my roommates and I have rescheduled our zip-lining outing for next week. By the time this fantasy is published, I should have crossed off another item from my bucket list.

So that’s it for my random fact. I hope it inspired you to create a bucket list of your own or at least to try and live your life to the fullest. If not, I at least hope it was not too boring to read ;).

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. A new fantasy will be published each week, so make sure to check back every so often.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

2 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2015-11-05 00:07:34
Liked your fantasy but what happened on the date?

Anonymous readerReport

2015-10-14 20:44:24
I would recommend that you PROOF-READ your stuff much more carefully PRIOR to posting.
This contains errors that should have been detected and corrected before you posted it.

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