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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 45

Texas Is Hurting And Our Prayers Are With Them

I got married at nineteen during college to a very mature grad student. I had stars in my eyes. I saw my knight in shining armor. I wore my ring, quarter karat, with pride. We moved into the married student apartments right off campus.

A guy on our floor told my husband he wanted to take a turn with me, if he let him, my husband got a turn with his wife. I found out because the cops came to arrest my husband because he beat the guy up and left him unconscious.

When he finished his degree he took a job on campus while I trudged along for my degree. We moved to Texas, a far away land where guys and gals really did wear cowboy boots and said y'all. I learned to boot scoot and birth babies, and host backyard BBQs. Coleslaw, peach cobbler went well and when we went to a friend's BBQ that's what they asked me to bring along.

One day my husband showed up with a great big pickup truck, he had been promoted to field engineer and we moved to Midland where the special at the Golden Dragon Chinese restaurant was chicken fried steak and cornbread. I learned how to be a housewife, taught to me by all the housewives of my husband's coworkers. No, a city girl, my mother hadn't taught me. I was told flat out, teach that girl of yours or she'll never find a good man.

Football on Friday night, boot scooting on Thursday. Oilfield work was hard, twelve hours was just about right. When my man came home I fed him, showered him, made sure his balls were drained before I put him to bed. A wife's work is never done. If he can pull twelve hour tours so could I.

We've lived in London, Singapore, Rio, Houston, Oslo. Everywhere we went our boots went with us. When the kids were asked by other accents where they came from, they said Texas, no need to say USA. Of course the grandparents came from Pennsylvania steel country, and Ohio farms. Interesting, but they have Texas blood, that's from where they are.

Tonight we held hands around the table and prayed for those lost in the Hill country. The boys cried, their sister held their hand.

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# 80388 - by Evelyn / July 7, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 44

    People Of All Types Get Married

    I work as the county clerk in a rural county not far from one of the more populated counties in the state. We have couples of all types come our way to get married, lower fee, faster service. It's as big a money maker as the rent a cop pulling cars over for rolling through the stop sign, or speeding over twenty five.

    For many years it was rural folks, trailer park types, a few young girls and a divorced truck driver. But since we went for our neighbors to make the drive, we have everything from two fifty year old women, to high school kids eloping. None of our business, but we do ask the bride if she is there on her own desire.

    Last week we had a fifty four year old man who showed up with a twenty four year old girl. He appeared well to do, she not so much so. The Judge asked her 'what brings you here?' she answered that he brought her. When he asked her if she was there to get married, she turned to look at him. The Judge felt that he needed her to think without his influence and he asked me to take her to the ladies room to freshen and pretty her up. It was then my job to ask her. why was she marrying that old man.

    We spent fifteen minutes in the ladies room and she said he had a real nice house and he told her she could put a kid in every room. I had to ask outright 'is this man pressing you to get married?' Oh no, she replied, he got me pregnant. They were married and she sent me a picture of her new born son.

    Once the Judge refused, two kids who were running away from home. While he had them wait for him to be free to marry them he had me call their parents, who came down to the court house to take them home.

    I won't tell you about the weirdos, the obviously drunks, the sixty two year old woman with a young stripper who wanted to take her for a ride.

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    # 80381 - by Ms. C / July 7, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 47

    It Feels Like Everyone's Lying

    For my husband's fiftieth we went to an all inclusive in the Caribbean. That first night in the hot tub a voluptuous early thirties woman showed up with a next to nothing bikini. Being the only two women we talked and I found out she was a sex worker from Belgium on holiday. The talk drifted to my husband and she offered to treat him to a night to remember, pro bono.

    I agreed but I wanted to pay her, but she told me she relaxed that way, no stress, no specials, just time doing what she did best. She promised my husband would always remember. Because she was a professional, it wasn't cheating.

    My husband was seduced by her, to him it was cheating, an innocent woman attracted to him. It was an all night thing, when he appeared the next day I pretended I hadn't noticed he had been out all night. It was a little difficult lying, pretending.

    When I met her later that evening, she told me they stayed up late talking about me.

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    # 80354 - by Adell / July 6, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 36

    The Conversion Of Edna

    As a teen lesbian, and a college lesbian, I got the schooling on male assault and toxic relationships. After college I followed a girl to the toxic world of west coast lesbians in the Bay Area. Shit and piss filled halls of downtrodden apartments, homeless encampments, yelling and screaming everywhere about everything and anything. There is always something that you can hate, so hate it, join us and hate as deeply as you can. HATE!!! was the mantra all around me.

    I broke at 27. Like had a psychological breakdown. I was unable to function and I unable to keep a job, not that the jobs I had were worth anything. My lover and roommate got rid of me, she 'married' me for the 'money' I earned as a part time waitress and clerk at city hall, with benefits. I was alone, literally and homeless and down and out and I called my mother out of desperation. She showed up with my Uncle and when she and my Uncle moved me out lesbians in the halls yelled at her like she was some ICE freak taking me off to jail and conversion therapy.

    I woke up in a bed in clean room in clean pajamas. My sores were gone and so were my piercings. I was up and dressed and went for walks in the sunshine. My hair had grown out a little and I wore a bra for the first time in a long time, and my mother bought me very pretty underthings. A woman came over to fix my nails, and teach me the basics of makeup. Another woman came over to teach me how to set a table, and the basics of civil discourse. I did not get my mouth washed out, and no one spanked me or slapped my hands or wrists with rulers or paddles. The 'indoctrination' I got was going back to Church where I had grown up in.

    I exclusively wore dresses, and no athletic wear. I was to sashay when I walked and hold my head up high. I'm busted and the dresses I wore accentuated my bust line. My mother paid for spa day which included a Brazilian treatment. I stood in front of the mirror in my mother's bedroom in my underwear, poking my back and lifting my shoulders, 'get those tits out front, boys like them'.

    For the upcoming holidays I went with her and my sister to a cooking class, and my sister and I were in charge of dinner, and all the table preparations. My sister asked me if it was true that I had been a lesbian. I told her I was, meaning I am a lesbian, but she took at meaning in the past. For the dinner there was a special man invited to meet me. My mother pulled my dress tight and upped the bra straps. 'Men like tits, wear them'.

    I was left alone with him, at dinner I was sat beside him, I learned he was in his second year of residency and he wanted to be a baby doctor. He told me I was 'firm', had good hips and I had all the makings for a baby factory. (I didn't know that my sister had previewed him to my past life in the Bay Area). I got kissed in the hallway, and half felt up, I stopped his hand before it got to my breast. He opted to pull my dress away from my chest and take a peek at my nipples. I got a palm full grab of my crotch area. 'I can't take it anymore, I want to fuck you'.

    I lost my virginity to a man in my mother's bedroom. I thought I hid it, but my mother asked me 'was it good, did you like it?', When I gave her that look of exasperation, she reminded me I was a woman 'now'. 'You are a real woman now, so grin and bear it'. I spent the holidays with him, before he had to go back to the hospital and his residency. I was sent out to see him, to spend a few days with him, to show him what it was like to come back to a woman waiting, and a home cooked meal. I ran away with him and got married in Las Vegas.

    He dismisses completely my time in the other lane. He is toxic and controlling and insisted on my name change immediately. I wear the rings of bondage and bear the children. He's a Doctor now so we live nicely. Sometimes I have recurring dreams of my time in the Bay Area, and the smell of the halls comes back to haunt me. I spend a lot of time making sure my bathrooms are squeaky clean and smell nice. He likes my 'tits', like I'm the only woman with tits around him.

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    # 80344 - by Edna / July 6, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 37

    A Childhood Oath, Broken

    As a schoolgirl I took an oath at church to avoid sex until I was married. High school was easy, college was not, but I kept my oath. But I'm 37.

    I allowed a man to have sex with me. I followed him to another job. He's fifty one. He has been married and he is not interested in another wife. I was aware but I considered myself his common law wife. A convenient lie.

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    # 80334 - by Elizabeth / July 5, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    On A Day Like Today I'm So Proud To Be An American

    I arrived at college a week before classes started. I met my roommate Cheryl, we got along right away. We went to Walmart for some cute stuff, found the college pizza place. The weekend came fast. There was a welcome party put on by the boy's dorm and we went. I felt great, this was the college experience I always dreamt of.

    I stood in the dark and he wanted me to undress. I was nervous, and scared, as I undressed. Once I was undressed he called me to the bed. As he took his place on me he asked me if I had given myself before. I answered but he needed me to repeat myself. As he continued with his efforts he told me there wasn't anything better. He finished, taking a moment to whisper in my ear 'if you are going to make a baby, make me a son'.

    As an incoming freshman, a graduating senior was way to old. It was like getting a big brother you didn't know. He took his time with me, so I could get used to him. By Thanksgiving I was confirmed pregnant, and he drove me home to tell my parents.

    He didn't exactly ask my father's permission, he let my father know he was taking me with him. He was a December graduate, and I was going where ever he was going, he was waiting on a job offer. We got married that Sunday.

    I sat out the second semester, taking care of my pregnancy. A boy was born, he was proud of me. Over the time of my college education, I came up with a number two son, and was pregnant with a first daughter. He was more interested in my staying home, and running full speed ahead.

    So on this Fourth of July, we packed the kids in the Tahoe, two strollers, one in the oven, and two boys waving at the Humvees at the city parade of the Red White and Blue.

    So, wishing you here, a big Fourth of July Independence Day.

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    # 80306 - by Sandy / July 4, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 24

    Learning The Way Around Work, Especially With Men Around

    I grew up with my grandfather who was the plant manager. It was primarily blue collar and when some guy hot caught in the situation with a work girl he always said 'rule number one, don't dip your pen in the company ink'. I was pretty much fifteen when my mother explained.

    Later on, out of college, new job in the metroplex a coworker guy put his hands on me. I told him 'haven't you heard, don't dip your pen in the company ink'. I could see that he was oblivious to the expression, so I explained 'I'm the company ink, see. Your dick's the pen. You don't dip your pen in me'. I was as clear as I could be, but got nowhere with him.

    When the boss dipped his pen in me, my coworker came to me 'why him? what's he got that I don't got?' I said what I always thought, he's the boss, 'if I don't let him get personal, I'm outside lookin for a job the next day'. He wanted to know how that was different. Well my Grand Dad was the boss and all the girls belonged to him. That was boss privilege. He's the boss, I'm his privilege.

    i know a lot more now about getting along with the boss.

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    # 80305 - by Alle / July 4, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 42

    The Men Want Affections Even When They Still Need A Mother's Skirt

    I was promoted out of a job I hated to a job with a man with a reputation of getting up girl's skirts. When I met him he asked me to stand, while he talked to me. The only office available was a converted storage room without windows. I started my Job, decided to leave,

    My new boss liked women in skirts and dresses, it was hard to adapt. I hadn't worn a dress since I was a kid, and keeping my legs together wasn't what I was used to. As I worked there I met and talked with the other women, his reputation proceeded him. Every one was in a dress or skirt. At least I wasn't alone. He wanted a cross the board report on manpower, breaking out all consulting companies' staff. Head count reductions were imminent.

    After the headcount reduction, the small conference room used by the contractors was vacant, and my boss equipped the space for me. It had a window, with the view of a tree. After I got settled one of my new coworkers mentioned to me that when he made love he liked the woman to be very affectionate. She whispered that it wasn't going to be that bad, he was a respectful man.

    I kept my eyes closed, I didn't want a vision to make me remember. He was respectful but forceful. I did my best to be affectionate, but I wasn't affectionate to his liking. My time working for him was troubled, in time he stopped demanding my affections. Sometime later I was promoted to shift supervisor.

    This was some time ago, today the men are more respectful, but sometimes the men still ask for affections. It is more common now for women to be supervisors, but they don't lead the same way. Out of respect we wear dresses, this always make the men happy. We laugh, grown men who still need to hold onto their mother's skirt.

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    # 80196 - by Leyla / June 30, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 34

    It Happens, One Day A Man Takes Over And Your Belong To Him

    This happens more than you think. I worked retail and got off at nine. We parked in the back of the lot, so that customers got the better spots. I walked out to my car, nine was dark at that time of the year, I was thinking about something, while looking for my keys. I had made the same walk so many times. A man was approaching me from behind, in a hoody with a heavy something in his hand. I heard someone shout out, HEY, MISS, RUN and the NOW. The man that yelled was running across the parking lot, and the man that was behind me was running away.

    I don't know why this happens. But I never again walked to my car alone. The man walked me to my car and made sure I was in and locked and seat belt on before he let me leave. He waited for me when I came to work. Same thing. He went with me to lunch, which was whenever I got my thirty minutes off. He talked to me, after a while it was 'honey' and 'sweetheart' and 'no one hurts my baby girl'.

    We were getting a pizza slice and I stepped back a little and I was in his arms, holding me against his chest. It was warm and he held me tight. I pulled his hands around me and standing like that I ordered my slice. We went to sit down and I asked him why he took care of me. He said that the old Chinese saying was that when he interfered with my path, he was now responsible for me. Like he had given me birth, or something close to that. I was now his responsibility, for my well being and all that.

    I lost any problem with his invading deep into my space. He could touch me if he wanted to, or tell me how to behave. He straightened out my coat, and more than once more he put his arms around me and held me tight. When he did I hugged his arms and laid my head back against him. And one time I turned around inside his arms and put my arms around his waist.

    I wasn't a school girl or anything like that, I was a grown woman, mid twenties, on my own and when he laid me down before him and slowly undressed me I lay there and arched my back when he opened and took off my bra, offering my breasts to him. When he pulled off my pants, I arched my back and offered him my pussy. When he got on me and made his entry known, I held on tight to him with my legs, and my arms around his neck. I made my hips work in tandem with him so he could go as deep as he could before he spit his seed in me.

    For me, that was the moment when I truly did belong to him, for him to take care of and worry about my wellbeing. I belong to him now. I live with him, and he gave me permission to have a couple of kids for him. During the day, when all the things that we live by we talk about, he is the man that takes care of me. In the night, when he needs to be close to me, he is the man that owns me for that. I still to this day offer up my breasts to him, and arch my back offering up my pussy for him. I don't even think about it. That belongs to him.

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    # 80185 - by Deborah / June 29, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 32

    As A Woman I Was All Grown Up While He Was Still A 'Teenager'

    I found an old picture of when I turned fifteen. At that time, the whole fifteen party thing was a formal affair, you wore a really nice evening gown, and high heels, and your father and close family wore a tux. You were presented in society as old enough to date, not have sex, just date.

    I faced my sex life at twenty one. In college to a guy who had already made up his mind, and I was the 'object of his affection'. It wasn't easy at all. The first time I was undressed in front of a guy. A guy who examined me very carefully, my hips and my tits. He focused on my hips and my tits. At that time, that night, I could not for the life of me understand the hip thing. He grabbed me by the hips, sizing me up. All before taking my virginity away for ever.

    The saying that if you find yourself under a man, you never get over him is true. How many other girls came before me, I really didn't care. But I was not going to be one of those girls who had casual sex. I went into girlfriend mode immediately, straightening out the bed, and fixing the coffee and 'serving' him. I had the hips for it, the 'ass' for it, not to mention the tits. He had a woman on his hands, not some college girl to fuck and leave.

    I told him, how he looked reflected on me. I ironed his shirts, I ironed his shorts, I kept house at his place. The bathrooms were going to be spic and span. How he lived reflected on me. I tossed out his shoes, they were gross and forced him to buy a new pair. And get a fucking haircut, and shave. When he grabbed me by the hips and sized me up I knew I was going to be the mother of his kids. That's what hips are for, baby making hips. I have the hips and the ass for it. So go ahead and make me pregnant, I was ready. I had sex, I got pregnant.

    I won't say that much of what I described above went through my conscious mind at the time, I 'reacted'. The getting pregnant was a reaction too. If he fucked me, he fucked me to get pregnant. I was not one of those girls who had casual sex.

    It put a huge strain on the relationship, the getting pregnant part put a financial strain on both of us, the baby was full time, not a moment to yourself. Living together was a disaster, I was ready for a conventional married house, he was not. He had sex, that part he did do, but he wasn't ready to be married and he wasn't ready to be a parent. I was, women mature faster than men, and a pregnant woman matures real fast.

    We left college, I had my foot hard on the accelerator of life, got pregnant again, and then again, I wanted a house. Sure I was only twenty five, but why did that make a house out of the question? I had the hips and ass, and tits, to be a woman, and I wanted to be a woman with a family, kids, a house and a dog in the backyard.

    A wise older woman of thirty five told me to let off the accelerator, suck his dick, walk around naked, bend over and let him get a peek at your butt hole, laugh when he fucked me, make it fun. She told me to wear a light dress, no underwear, and straddle him at the breakfast table and take it all in. If I didn't lighten up he was going to walk. She could see that in his eyes.

    The hardest thing I ever did was have sex for fun. Wear something that I never wore? walk around like I never walked around, bend over? No way. Suck his dick? Are you crazy?

    We left the kids with my parents, and went on a cruise. I sucked his dick. I bent over and told him fuck me in the ass. I wore this bikini that showed everything, camel toe and all. He asked me what the fuck was I doing? Act my age. He wasn't out with some stripper, he was with his wife. Wife's don't do that. My baby making hips were for making babies. And my tits, well he liked my tits so it was ok if he could play with them before getting down to business.

    We had a nice cruise, I went over the menus to help him decide on what to have, we played bingo, we went to the dance review after dinner. Sure he grabbed my ass in line one night, just to remind me who was my husband. He likes boring, missionary sex. And that's what I give him.

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    # 80164 - by Sarah / June 29, 2025
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