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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 34

Men Choose, And He Chose Me, And I Agreed, And I'm Better For It

I'm going to relate this as it has changed my life. I worked for Mr. X at X Brands. He has a feeling that he is on this earth to impregnate women. And he became obsessed with impregnating me. I was 27 at that time.

He invited me into his office to let me know that I was one of the chosen. It was so business like, no emotions. It was open arrangement, have a few children. Few was not defined. I didn't speak, I listened. I confess that I didn't not get upset, I did not feel he was in anyway treating me poorly. He impregnated women and he had chose me. Wow, ME! I get to be the mother of some of his children? ME!

I had my first child, then the next and then the next until I had four children. Each child was welcomed with open arms and all the love I could give them. My life was no longer slaving away at a job that went nowhere, I was now the proud mother of four children, raising them, loving them, making a home for them. Mr. X is generous with his mothers. Very generous.

I have some detractors, my mother for instance. Well she had children for a man, didn't she? Why not me? The fact that he has chosen several women to be mothers should not really be that strange of an idea. Fir powerful males have always selected fit powerful females to impregnate. At least that is what we see in nature. Why not us?

Anyway, one day I see these real ugly comments about Mr. Musk and his many women who have his children. Does he not support them? Does he not love them? Of course he does. I would, had I not already have a man, agreed to have his children. Why look down on us women, who select from the very best males to father our children? Is that not natural selection? He selects from the best women, and we selected the best male.

I would not and do not turn the clock back. My life is better. And I now have four children. And I give my children a home where they are loved and cared for. Or maybe you think I should have let some drunk mechanic with a DUI impregnate me, like the one who impregnated my sister.

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# 79413 - by Alicia / May 30, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 44

    I Realized That Day That Was The Man I Was Looking For

    I have a girlfriend from Argentina at work. She invited me to Sunday lunch at her parents'. Her father asked me if I knew a man for her, one that could keep her in line, because she was disobedient and wild. I told him I didn't know a man like that.

    Twenty years later she is disobedient and wild and no man wants her for a wife.

    On the other hand I let a man like that have me for a wife. It was difficult at first, but it became easier, it is like living with your father. And when you have children you need a father for your children.

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    # 79338 - by Olivia / May 26, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 32

    Sold Out To The Patriarchy

    I was twenty six between partners. I worked in accounting for a global company. I went to training and that man was there. I had to sit with him, follow him around, talk to him. I called a friend at work and she suggested that maybe he liked me. After the training he walked me to my car and stood over me, made sure I buckled in properly. He bent down and told me I was worth pursuing.

    He asked me out and I got out of it, tried not to be offending. It got to the point of having to tell him, I had enough growing up with an overbearing father, I was sticking to women friends. He dismissed my complaint, and insisted on seeing me. I relented, and wasn't able to control the outcome. I woke up scared I could be pregnant.

    He didn't like my degree, Finance, and 'sent' me back to school to an executive MBA program. All day Saturdays and lots and lots of homework. Halfway through, oh he had established privileges, he wanted to talk to my mother. He let her know I was going to marry him, he had brought a ring for me. I was married four months later. I got my MBA, a Mrs. and Mom degrees.

    Living with a man is no different than living with my father. He gives me the opportunity to give him my opinion, then does what he had in mind to start with. I have to sleep with him, and 'suffer' through it. An old lady told me he is going to maintain sexual dominance so lay back and enjoy it.

    It's been five years, I have two kids, work part time, live on a wooded lot in an old neighborhood. 'Pleasing' me he added another bathroom and a laundry room.

    Marital sex is constant and unending. If I had known he needs this much attention maybe I'd still be single, in general accounting.

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    # 79257 - by Kay / May 23, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 25

    Like Mother Like Daughter, The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree

    I am the only daughter of a woman who had an affair with her boss, my father.

    Twenty four years later I'm out with an office group, an executive shows up and tells us he's buying drinks. The drinks went around and around until he told me I had enough. He walked me out of the club and put me in his car. He used my DL to find my address and drive me home. Using the keys in my purse to get in and he put me to bed. I woke up in underwear and very hung over. He was sleeping on the couch.

    I was never able to break up with him. He didn't want me to be with anyone else. It wasn't an affair at that time, but I got pregnant. It was just a couple of minutes, but a couple of minutes was enough. Only after I had his son did the affair get serious and still is.

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    # 79240 - by Kim / May 22, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 38

    I Needed To Move

    I grew up in a fairly strict household. There was lots of love and support, but regular heavy doses of religion and small town judgment. As a young woman growing up in that environment, I felt like needs, urges and desires were suppressed. I tried keeping my desires and sexual experimentation (including a lot of self gratification) private and secret but it was very difficult and to be honest I always felt stressed.

    After college I realized I needed to live elsewhere and moved cross-country. I’m now able to be who I want and frankly who I am. I work for an open minded and progressive thinking company and have friends who accept my lifestyle.

    Now I have lots of sexual partners both male and female. I masturbate when, and how, and how much I want in the privacy of my own apartment. I practice safe sex and my partners know that. I was actually worried about the extent of my sexual appetite and saw a therapist but she said my needs are normal, I just very high libido. I enjoy getting off, of course, but what causes that more than anything is giving my sexual partners pleasure and intense orgasms. I still visit back home, but am so glad I moved to fully explore and enjoy my sexuality.

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    # 79203 - by Natasha / May 21, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 66

    To The Many Women Like Me, Cast Into Marriage And A Husband

    Before there was the 'liberation' movement, a woman came of age and took her place beside a husband. It happened seamlessly. I was expected that a family started immediately, a first child within the year. This was the case with me. Except no child came.

    I was invited to a breakfast, and it was suggested that my husband was impotent. It was me, I had not given myself to him. In fact he had a child with a young woman my age. I begged him not to touch me as my husband. The pressure to prove the marriage was on his mind. He ordered me. Never, not my father or a brother, ordered me. As his wife I had taken the vow of obedience.

    Five years almost to the day I delivered a son. The marriage was saved, and his reputation.

    We have been married officially for fifty years, forty five true years, but only the old are counting.

    During these many years my husband has respected my deviation. Accompanied across a half century by his lover, his true wife.

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    # 79193 - by Olga / May 20, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Male / 30

    Give Your Husband Or Boyfriend A Gift

    Most boys and men's dream.
    Be it your husband or boyfriend there is one secret they hold. And that is to get pumped off and sucked dry by another boy or man while you watch.

    He will never think less of you but will be eternally grateful forever.

    So if you ever get the chance and want to give him a little g*ft then arrange it and enjoy watching him get pumped off and sucked dry by a boy or man. Strangers are best by the way.

    Now you know.

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    # 79191 - by Relationship Advisor / May 20, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 37

    It's My Tenth Year Anniversary

    I was in Treasury and was sent along with a team that was evaluating an acquisition in South America. We had meetings with lawyers, some equipment men were there evaluating the installations, a couple of auditors were along doing ticking and checking. I was there to talk to the banks, about credit lines after the acquisition. The team leader was an M&A guy, with lots of experience.

    He flew first class, the peons went economy. At the hotel we were in, it was a small hotel, with a small lobby and breakfast room, he had a room next to mine. I was the only female on the team, and he was against it. I was given instructions to stay close to him, where he went I went, and when I excused myself for the toilet, he stood guard. On the second night we were there he knocked on my door and told me I needed to move over to his room. He hadn't slept the night before because I was alone and exposed. 'Pick which side you want'. I got in bed with him.

    I asked him if he was going to do something. 'Like what?' he asked me. In the middle of the night I woke up and he had his arm around me and I was pulled up under him. It was warm and comfortable. He felt me moving and woke up a little and asked me if I was alright. I said yes, and he pulled me close to him, except that he put his hand on my chest and felt up my boobies. I let him. I could feel him getting ready, he was rubbing hard against me, he was grabbing at me, not just my boobies, he was grabbing me between my legs and testing me with his fingers. I turned on my own onto my back and helped him get my panties off, and took him on top of me had the best sex ever. My first ever 'man', not a teenager.

    My trip became the basis for an alliance, I worked for him. And I slept with him. We had sex often, honeymoon sex, everyday sort of thing. It lasted for months and months and months. There was nothing left to the imagination. Whatever he said, whenever he said, I was available. Gone were the days of dating, or going out alone with other girls. My weekends were taken, my nights were taken, I was no longer in the dating world.

    It was a long five years before he popped the question, well not the question. 'I think you better plan on moving in with me'. I went shopping for my ring and wedding band. I took him to Macy's. 'No way, I wasn't wearing that stuff'. We went to Tiffany's, they have much better diamonds. I made the arrangements, the party place, the wedding venue. I bought my dress and he told me to spring for live music. The night before my wedding, he told me to drop and give him twenty. We had wedding night sex before we got married.

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    # 79185 - by Jen / May 20, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 32

    I See My Breasts Now In A Whole Other Dimension

    I worked for and with this man for ten years. From 21 to 31, I was 31 at the time this happened. I have a friend who at that tender age of 30 was diagnosed with breast cancer and had the BRCA gene. She opted for a double mastectomy. I can't tell you how long I cried for her, losing her breasts was a sentence worse than death. Reconstructive surgery was successful only to the extent that you are wearing clothing. Standing in front of the mirror is different, her body mutilated.

    In a moment of desperation I fell apart with my boss and mentor. I held my breasts in my hands asking him if he understood what it was for a woman to lose her identity. Somehow, I ended up in his arms on his lap in his chair as he comforted me. He held me tight so I wouldn't slip off and fall, his hand across my thigh, his fingers at the outside of my crotch. One little slip and he would finger me. I put my arms around his neck to brace myself, pulling myself up for him to hold me better. His kiss was unexpected, hot warm lips kissing me, his hand caressing my butt as he kissed me.

    Holding on with all my strength I pressed myself against him, pressing my breasts into his chest as he continued to kiss me. I asked him if I lost my breast would he still love me. He sat me up, opened my shirt and exposed my breasts for him to kiss and fondle. He told me he loved me, how could he not love me, and it was time for him to show me. Standing before him he lowered my pants and put his mouth between my legs, holding me by my bare butt cheeks. I wiggled out of my shoes and pants and sat on his desk with my legs open and he ate me almost to orgasm, before he stood with his pants open and thrust himself in me, to finish there.

    'What I want from you is woman, nothing but woman'. I reached up to put my arms around his neck and jump up to put my legs around him. By the time he put me back down I was no longer crying. He admired my breasts and told me that from a man's point of view breasts meant woman, mother, and he thought I would do good if I had my own baby to nurse from me. That he could kiss my breasts, but only a baby latched to my breasts deriving its life supporting nourishment from me could really tell me what my breasts were for. Would I agree to have his baby.

    I wasn't able to answer, all I could do was shake my head up and down and smile. That's really why he married me, so I could have his baby. She's so small and tiny and she's latched on like a champion. I feel so bad for my friend that lost her breasts, all I can do is use my breasts to nourish my baby.

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    # 79145 - by Carla / May 19, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 44

    Get Married, Don't Wait, Get Pregnant, Don't Wait, It's Your Calling

    I had a man at work who was obsessed with me. One day, by accident I ran into him at the mall on a Saturday. I was in jean shorts and a halter top. In the middle of the mall I got a lecture on dressing properly and how he did not want me to dress that way. My first reaction was anger, but by the time he finished bawling me out for dressing like a 'slut' in public, I told him if it meant that much to him, I wouldn't dress that way.

    On the following Monday, I dressed a lot more 'professional', he came by to see me and let me know that I should from then on consider myself spoken for. I got a list of does and don'ts. I was given a choice of when and where and for me to start looking for a suitable house where I could start a family.

    I walked down the isle, a bit too old for that, but I wanted my father to give me away. My court were all married women with children, and his were guys from the Army and a cousin. Due to my age, I was 39, I had to move it, and get my ass pregnant. It was so easy I feel for women that have such a hard time getting pregnant. Not a glitch, it was a breeze. Even childbirth was a breeze (with an epidural). I won't say I enjoyed it but I looked forward to it and lived every minute of it. I pushed that baby out and she was latched on in no time. I never lived more fully and for the first time I knew why I was a woman.

    I lay back with my arms out and my legs open for my second baby. I wanted it started as soon as possible, I was forty and I needed to get this done, I wanted three and time was of the essence. One, two, hut, touchdown. A year later, one, two, hut, touchdown. In three and a bit years I had three babies. All girls, all so beautiful, so much in love with them.

    I have a piece advise for women, do not wait. Get pregnant before you are against the wall. Get those babies out, it's easy breezy. Fuck work, fuck everything. You can handle it, you can do anything with a baby that you wanted to do without one. One of the hip, one on the tit, it does not matter. It won't slow you down. I'm not preaching, I'm encouraging, motherhood is a miracle you do not want to miss.

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    # 79113 - by Carol / May 18, 2025
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