All I Needed Was For The Right Man To Come Into My Life
The following upsets a lot of people, particularly women and of those lesbians the most. I was at the time ending a long term relationship with a woman, my first real relationship. I went out with a group of six people. We were four women, two of us lesbians and two straight girls from work, and two guys from work. I got pressed up inside a booth at the restaurant with his hand in my crotch and he was digging to get to my tits. I came, in a 'violent' rush. He got to my tits and he left his 'mark' all over me. It was my first time ever in the hands of a man and I didn't know what to do. He did, take me home and fuck me.
I remember his beard brushing against my thighs as his tongue reached deep into my vagina. I was wet, I could tell, and I could smell myself, like never before. When I saw his dick, it looked like it was a baseball bat to my mind. I suddenly remembered that I wasn't on any birth control and I was probably at a time of the month to get pregnant. I hit him hard with my fist, I screamed out loud that I didn't want to get pregnant. He held me down, he already had himself between my legs and I could feel his dick trying to poke into my vagina. I begged, begged him not to get me pregnant. He told me to lay back and think of what a good mom I was going to be and he finished fucking me. One night, three hours of my life. I was fucked and I got pregnant.
He never asked, he took me when he wanted me. Over and over, no matter what my mood was, if I was just back from work, if I was already carrying a seven month baby. I got wet every time, as soon as he put me under his control I got wet. As he fucked me I got wet. And I smelled it, every time. I don't know if it was because I was pregnant. I smelled him, his semen, his breath on me. And I smelled me, and he smelled me, sticking his nose between my legs taking deep breaths with his nose.
There was no way I could reasonably support myself with a baby. No way. I got married two weeks before giving birth and got pregnant again a month after giving birth without ever having a period. I didn't like his unshaved face, I didn't want his beard against my thighs. I spent another pregnancy in his hands, now with a baby to care for. Girls I knew from my lesbian days didn't understand. How could I like it so much? All I could say is that when it's happening you like it, like nothing you ever liked before.
Sleeping alone was the worst. He sometimes had to go out of town. I hated it, I would take my blanket and my pillow and go sleep on the floor of my baby's room. I had never felt alone, but now if he wasn't there I was alone, all the time. When he left for work I felt it until he came home. If he was watching television and I was bathing the baby everything was fine. If he was not there I hated the silence. I tried not to call him at work. But I did. All the time. I was a pest always wanting to speak with him.
The second baby kept me more occupied. I was a stay at home wife, a stay at home mom. I lived that life. I had friends who were stay at home moms and we had play dates for the kids. We met at the park on nice days. We talked about going for a third. Do it now while we were young. I told my husband that I wanted a third, born eighteen months after my second baby.
I craved sex, and attention from him. I was like a child telling him every detail of my day. He listened and patted my head, he kissed me with deep kisses that drove me crazy, he grabbed my crotch holding me from behind. He spanked me when I was getting dressed or still wet from the shower. He liked to eat me, whenever, wherever. The children were real young but still, having him eat me while they were there was weird and uncomfortable, but I opened my legs for him, I wanted his tongue. I didn't ever want to be one of those wives who didn't give her husband sex.
I'm far more settled down now, I have three kids in grade school, and I am that woman in the Suburban running them around to all of their commitments. I have big birthday parties for them, and I have a group of women friends. We have wine parties, and sex toy parties. We play sex confessions and they don't believe me that I never masturbate, I come with the real thing. Since that day that he grabbed me in the booth at that Mexican restaurant I have never been with another woman, or any other man. I am a true red, white and blue American wife. Apple pie and hot dogs and picnics in the back yard.
When it's time for me to go to sleep I put my face in his arm and smell him beside me. My nose is over sensitive since I got pregnant. I love to smell him in the morning. And I love it when he grabs me by the crotch.
