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Women Only
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Straight Female / 42
From Oakland To Fort Worth To Get An Education
To give some reference I am the HR Specialist at the company I work at. I have been the lover of the man since I was first hired back in 2013. I don't know what he sees in me, I'm not pretty by a long shot and I come across manly and bossy to those who know me. Sex isn't a long involved thing, he goes in for the kill and only quits when he is satisfied.
I have come to prefer him on me face to face where I can hold his face and tell him to go slowly. I like 'it' methodical and deep, the deeper the better. Long slow thrusts, I don't like a quickie. I like it when he grabs me by the tits and tosses me around before getting on me. If he's in the mood to kiss me I'll take it, his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my titty is a good start. I am not bragging or anything, but he is a good fucker and he can and does make me cum.
When he first came after me I was young and he was fit and he had a full head of hair and a flat belly. Now he's balding with a beer gut and a hard dick and his hands have gotten better. I almost prefer him like this than when he was young and wanted it day in and day out. It's better when he comes over and waits for dinner and he gets his hands around me and grabs my titties.
I suppose that every man and every woman have their own thing. I suppose that once when you are young you want a man who never goes soft on you. But now I like to sit and listen to him tell me how the cow ate the cabbage and how the Republicans know how to treat their women. He's not into Harleys, he lost a friend that way. He's more into muscle cars and big engines. If he sits with me through a tear jerking movie I will go with him to a C&W bar and wear the boots he got me. If he slaps me on the ass, which he does sometimes, I think of myself as one of those waitresses with short shorts, boots and braids getting their ass slapped for tips. It's how he grew up and how those girls like it.
I don't much tell my friends on the west coast in the blue city how a real man treats his woman. I know he will crawl through hell for me. Even if that bar girl is prettier. I have one regret and that's that got myself fixed when I was 19 and for that I have no excuse. That's why I'm not married.
So to those girls who are coming to Texas from the blue cities, I came with my loud mouth and got put in my place before the sun set. I was stood up against the sink in the kitchen and told to wash the dishes. It's true, I'm not kidding. If you can't wash dishes what good are you to him. I have several aprons, some given to me by nice older ladies. I do team building for the younger women, and they get a lecture on housekeeping and being ladies. For the older girls they get a lecture on keeping their mouth shut and listening, a man's got a lot on his mind, and woman bitching is not conducive to a night time of lovemaking. Just saying, I learned my lessons early.
I ain't movin' back to Oakland, I'm a red blooded Texas woman with a man to prove it.
I have come to prefer him on me face to face where I can hold his face and tell him to go slowly. I like 'it' methodical and deep, the deeper the better. Long slow thrusts, I don't like a quickie. I like it when he grabs me by the tits and tosses me around before getting on me. If he's in the mood to kiss me I'll take it, his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my titty is a good start. I am not bragging or anything, but he is a good fucker and he can and does make me cum.
When he first came after me I was young and he was fit and he had a full head of hair and a flat belly. Now he's balding with a beer gut and a hard dick and his hands have gotten better. I almost prefer him like this than when he was young and wanted it day in and day out. It's better when he comes over and waits for dinner and he gets his hands around me and grabs my titties.
I suppose that every man and every woman have their own thing. I suppose that once when you are young you want a man who never goes soft on you. But now I like to sit and listen to him tell me how the cow ate the cabbage and how the Republicans know how to treat their women. He's not into Harleys, he lost a friend that way. He's more into muscle cars and big engines. If he sits with me through a tear jerking movie I will go with him to a C&W bar and wear the boots he got me. If he slaps me on the ass, which he does sometimes, I think of myself as one of those waitresses with short shorts, boots and braids getting their ass slapped for tips. It's how he grew up and how those girls like it.
I don't much tell my friends on the west coast in the blue city how a real man treats his woman. I know he will crawl through hell for me. Even if that bar girl is prettier. I have one regret and that's that got myself fixed when I was 19 and for that I have no excuse. That's why I'm not married.
So to those girls who are coming to Texas from the blue cities, I came with my loud mouth and got put in my place before the sun set. I was stood up against the sink in the kitchen and told to wash the dishes. It's true, I'm not kidding. If you can't wash dishes what good are you to him. I have several aprons, some given to me by nice older ladies. I do team building for the younger women, and they get a lecture on housekeeping and being ladies. For the older girls they get a lecture on keeping their mouth shut and listening, a man's got a lot on his mind, and woman bitching is not conducive to a night time of lovemaking. Just saying, I learned my lessons early.
I ain't movin' back to Oakland, I'm a red blooded Texas woman with a man to prove it.
