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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 35

Traditional Wife Skills Makes You Want A Baby

At 33 the train had left the station. I was DESPERATE, so I agreed to date an older man. He was nice and could afford me, not that I'm some gold digger. He talked, and talked, and said he needed a woman who wanted to be a woman. You know, cook and have babies.

I went for my morning walk with Astrid my neighbor. Can you cook? she asked me, if not get to cooking. The baby part is the easy part.

I took some lessons from this professional homemaker. I learned a couple of dishes, and I cooked for him. How about home made pancakes? Can you do that? I had to take a lesson on making pancakes. Good thing I'm a fast learner.

I didn't dare ask him if I had to submit to a baby making test.

Well, to make a long story short. He married me, whisked me away on a honeymoon trip to practice making babies. I came home from my honeymoon, fertilized. But I had forgotten how to make pancakes. I had the recipe, but how? I blamed all the sex, it distracted me.

I work with the professional homemaker teaching young girls the art, lost, about cooking and homemaking. Not because a man demands it, because a woman loves it. Guys change tires, clean gutters, go to baseball. Women cook and clean and make babies. And love it. At least that's my personal experience, and my students echo it.

Each girl gets her very own signature apron. It's made so she can nurse her baby, while she's cooking dinner.

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# 78948 - by Martha / May 12, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    She Is My Responsibility, It's Emotional, Not Logical

    I have a group of friends, all girls. We went to high school together. They were all rich, I wasn't. They went off to 'school' at private schools in the North East. I went to a local state school, with student debt to show for it. Two girls came back 'lesbian', one came back married to a black guy, the other girl got pregnant using a donor service. I worked through college and have a job working for a small company. If I don't work, I don't pay rent. If they don't work, daddy pays the rent.

    I don't want to say I'm old fashioned. I can't get into the lesbian empowerment, or the black guy or having a kid with some unknown donor. We get together and I mostly listen. Oh yeah, they say, your job. Why don't you marry a rich guy.

    One of the girls, one of the lesbians, likes to go to bars to be picked up by 'women'. Older lesbian ladies looking for young pussy. She likes bossy types, lawyers and department heads. Women who act like men. They are a total turn off to me. If I have to put up with that, I'll take a man any day. The black husband has set me up with a black friend of his. No thank you. My father will die first, and kill the black guy. There is a bright line with that. No black guy, ever.

    Little Miss Muffet, the other lesbian, has in love with me. Always loved me, ever since high school. Where I go she goes. Literally, she's walked into a stall with me. She likes to cuddle, to be kissed softly, to be dressed and undressed. She sleeps against me. If I move across the bed, she follows. She needs permanent physical contact. She gets upset if some 'guy' tries to put the move on me. I tell her, I want a 'guy' to fuck me. I 'need' to get fucked.

    If she keeps getting in bed with me when 'that guy' is fucking me, she's going to wake up with his cum in her. He's told me, asked my permission, if he can fuck her. Her sleeping with me is an invitation to him. I havent let him, because I know she's Little Miss Muffet, never had a dick in her. I'm not going to be responsible for that. If he insists, I kick him out of bed. She is off limits.

    I'm going to kiss her. I'm going to cuddle her. I'm going to live with her. That's what it is. He can come around, he can fuck me, but he cannot touch her.

    An older rich guy offered to marry me. A couple of kids, and keep house. But no living with her. I can't do that to her. Not now, not ever. She is my burden to look after. To dress her, with pretty clothes and pretty underthings. To comb her hair and help her with make up. To undress her at night, slip her into a pretty night shirt and cuddle her to sleep with me. If I'm going to get married, I don't see how I can marry a man and not be with her. That would break her heart and I can't do that. I'm stuck with her. Now and forever.

    There's a reason somewhere, why me, and not some other person. I inherited her. But it is what it is. I'm responsible for her. I take care of her. I can't go to sleep if she's not with me. And if she is with me, he can't spend the night, not now not ever. He can't crawl on top of her. Not now not ever.

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    # 78943 - by Marge / May 12, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 36

    Sexual Dominance

    It happened to me when I was 28, empowered as a newly hired HR supervisor working for a big boy company. I reported in my new job to the CFO while a new HR Director was hired. In my position I joined the weekly CFO meeting with his direct reports. The youngest by far, I was 'lessoned' on what was expected, and 'parented' about my attitudes. Big Boys, and me. I walked out of the meeting shaken, unsure of myself. Until they hired a Director I was in the hot seat.

    I was called in to the CFOs office, 'get my shit together'.

    By the end of the week I had made up my mind to turn in my resignation.

    I was HR. A clerk was assigned to me, a 'little girl' to help me. The sound of his voice was enough to make my heart race, go into apoplexy. Reports. Opinions. 'Get your shit together'. He made up his mind, I was 'promoted' on the spot to Director, find a 'girl' to come in as supervisor.

    "Look honey, no one wants a 'bitch' here. Find a 'nice' girl. One who wears dresses. Oh, loose that look. Lets get some cleavage. Nice ass, by the way."

    "Get some grit honey."

    Then totally outside of anything, an assault in my apartment complex. My boss walked in 'what's this shit?' 'Why are you living there?' 'Not on my watch' 'move into the guest condo at the Four Seasons'. "Today, got it".

    He checked in on me, 'see it's got a kitchen, a laundry, all the shit you need here'. 'Comb your hair, pretty yourself up honey, let's get a drink and dinner'. I went to sleep with a wet spot in the bed with me.

    At the weekly meetings, I sat beside him, I got better at making my report and presentations. 'Honey, get me a coffee'. And at the Four Seasons condo, safely tucked away, 'honey, get me a glass of water' 'I like you' 'let me see you, it makes me happy'.

    "You consider yourself my woman".

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    # 78941 - by Honey / May 12, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Male / 20

    Squirting For Men

    Last night's car pumping.
    He was a total stranger out 50 years old. He took me to his car and drove us to an abandoned industrial estate where he gave me a hard hand pumping, very fast. It felt amazing and how he did it, he was very kinky and pervert.
    First he groped and groped, he knew exactly how to make me stand to attention for him. And that was just the beginning. He undid my jeans pulling them down to my knees and spent quite a while closely looking at it, bouncing it around a lot. Holding it down the letting it go so it springs back up for him multiple times, then he squeezed my balls so tight! And told me to tell him when it's too tight, what a grip he had and when he had the right squeeze he began to slowly use his other hand to start pumping it. Slowly at first but slow very soon became very fast, almost making it vibrate.
    All the time he was telling me what he was going to do with me, "I'm going to pump you silly", "You'll become my c*m boy", "I'm going to make you squirt for me", very kinky.
    It didn't take long for him to have me ready to shoot and he knew exactly when I would because just before I did he stopped pumping and put just the end in his mouth and I could feel him sucking on it and then I just couldn't hold it anymore. I started pumping it in his mouth and as I did he quickly lowered his head taking the whole length in his mouth. I was sitting there literally pumping it down his throat and he loved it.
    He was such a pervert though. After he said that if I went to his place with him he would make me feel good and I said okay, he didn't live so far away. I just went with him.
    I had no idea what he had in mind but I found I liked it. He wanted me to dress up and walk around his bedroom.
    Soon after entering he told me to put on a pair of women's stockings and feel free to walk around his place like that. It was strange at first but it started to feel really good! And all the time I was rock hard for him to see.
    Walking in his kitchen and living room and bedroom with him groping me every few minutes felt amazing. And then I found myself laying on his bed, it was there that he masterbated me most of the night.
    I will definitely be seeing him again hopefully a lot.
    All he wants is for me to c*um for him nothing else. I know he pumps off other guys too and I don't mind. He's told me about it while making me squirt for him last night. It was actually a turn on knowing he's pumping other guys too and I know they all enjoy squirting for him.
    I didn't realise just how many stranger men around me are always available to pump a guy off. Anyway now I'll let any man make me squirt for him.

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    # 78922 - by Pumperboy / May 10, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 40

    Not All Of Us Got Lucky

    Every man desires a woman. Every woman deserves a man. That's how we were raised. Time treated me bad, I deserved but did not have a man. And man's desire was not for me.

    I resorted to writing an add I had published in a lovelorn section of the city newspaper. I did not receive a response. I was destined to being alone, never knowing the pleasures of a man, motherhood.

    Too old to be young, I met a man who was a widower and he offered me marriage in return for being his caretaker. He disappeared, good. I turned forty. I chose the alternative of hiring a man. He came to a room in a hotel, it was mechanical, no feelings. I was disgusted with myself.

    I came across an add for a small house for sale. I found a photo album in the attic, below an old quilt. The photos were of young college age kids in an orgy. There was a time I would have been horrified, but now I'm jealous.

    I resort to self gratification, or hiring a man and renting a room in a hotel.

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    # 78789 - by Martha / May 2, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 29

    Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover, He's A Real Don Juan With The Ladies

    Circumstances beyond my control placed me working for 'the thinker'. The thinker is a man who cannot say yes or no. I asked him what I should do with this box in my office, it says Hassan. Well, you know Hassan was Egyptian, he was a bookkeeper. The funny thing is, he prepared worksheets from right to left. Do you know why?

    I admitted I had no idea. Egyptians are Arabs, they write right to left. See you learned something.

    What should I do with it? Excuse me, why are you asking? It's in my office, under the desk. It's over twenty years old, the policy is to destroy unnecessary files after three years. Well, if it's in your office it must be Important.

    I showed him a couple of files, they were in Arabic. Well what do you, emphasize 'you', want to do? Send them to the shredder, get them out of my office. Hm, ok, but keep a copy.

    This is an example. I married him, with the full history of why the woman is given away, the real reason a ring is put on your finger, why you take his name, you are successful once you produce children, and why the wife prepares the meals and serves her family. If you want answers to these you have to ask him.

    He is a critical thinker, heads up the strategic planning office, has his own 'groupies', all female, who wish upon wishes he would have picked them instead of me.

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    # 78788 - by Lauren / May 2, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 31

    I Spent My Internship Under His 'command' And His 'authority'

    As a young first year resident I was paired with an 'old Army' doctor. When I didn't follow orders he said to me 'do I need to impose my authority on you?'

    It was my introduction to men in authority. I did what I was told, progressed through my residency until one day, with my boards behind me, I was a 'Doctor', an M.D.

    I left my mentor and took my position in a very badly run ER. No good nurses, no supplies, high turnover. My mentor would say to me at night, you have an authority problem. One day, when a nurse refused to comply I raised my voice at her. Do I need to impose my authority?

    I did, so I fired her. And others who defied me. And hired new nurses, and clinical staff. At the young age of a first year doctor I was called ballsy, Teutonic, frustrated. Then it happened, a man was brought in, terribly injured. He was there 'splayed' out, and heard me call out to one of my staff.

    You my dear, studied under Dr. Hawthorne. Imposed his will on you, didn't he.

    He did.

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    # 78786 - by Dr. Telly / May 2, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 21

    One Mistake And Your Pregnant, Don't Follow The Crowd,

    I went through an unplanned pregnancy in college. After the baby came my sister wanted me to give my baby to her, she was married with two kids of her own. An adoption agency visited me and told me there was a well to do couple looking to adopt, it would be good to grow up in a loving home. My parents were totally for me placing my baby so I could grow up.

    During my pregnancy I kept myself apart from my baby, until the baby started to kick. By the time the baby came I was waiting for her. The hospital had been instructed to withhold the baby from me, for my own good and the baby's too. I screamed for my baby, my father walked in the delivery room and ordered the staff to give me my baby. He is a no nonsense man, and the staff complied.

    I am poor, work a nothing job, my mom and sister babysit for me. Every night I bathe my baby, wrap my baby, rock my baby, feed my baby. Don't anyone tell me that a baby will ruin your life. My baby is my life. I have a man who wants me back in college, but I have to marry him first.

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    # 78778 - by Nancy / May 2, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 36

    Life After Lesbian Culture

    Having spent my early life as a high school lesbian I had to make a lot of accommodations. I spent my college and immediate years after in a 'hyper' lesbian environment. I hope I never return there.

    At the age of 30 I decided that I would join my sisters and have a couple of kids of my own. In order to have kids you have to 'choose' the father. An anonymous donor, is not a choice, it is a gamble. I chose a man that I know to be a good father, a good provider, is very intelligent, and is in lesbian terms a toxic male. I went to him with the terms I wanted understood between us. I found out that there is no room for negotiation when you intend to become a mother to his children. You take the terms he lays down. And those terms are for 'life'. I now understand what being 'married' means, in real terms.

    I prepared myself both mentally and physically and permitted him to attack and take me prisoner. I surrendered before the battle and the victor gets the spoils. I became pregnant way too soon and way to easy. I was off to the races in a race I had no idea how to run. Toxic males aren't ones you have fights with, that is a losing proposition. The most you can hope for is a draw, and you are still pregnant. The immediate task at hand once the reality of what I had done set in, was to secure the resources. Again, you get 'married' to secure the resources for you and your children. I had to agree to that arrangement, if I wanted a secure pipeline of resources, and additional children. I got married.

    With your attention diverted to making and raising children, the toxic nature of the husband fades into the background. You don't even notice.

    I am now 36, with three children and a toxic husband. Most every day I never think about it, my life is so complicated trying to balance me against the demands on me, that I surrender before the battle. I know now what having a kid on the 'tit' means, kids are never off the tit. And a toxic husband is also on the tit, that's one of the terms of surrender. You 'exist' for them, morning, noon and night. Me? there is no ME. There is only THEM. I know now what being 'devoted' to him means, what being 'devoted' to your children means, what 'devoted' to your home means.

    I can't really remember my life before I surrendered. When I was a 'lesbian'. Whatever that was.

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    # 78757 - by Mom, Mommy, Honey / May 1, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 31

    The Night My Husband Called Me Out As His Wife, So I Married Him

    In 2016 I was 23 years old. I was free from college and living with a roommate in town. It was a time for us to go to clubs, we loved to dance. We discovered lesbian bars where we mostly hung out, because there were no guys hitting on us there. We made friends with some of the lesbians there, and we went to house parties when invited. We saw and met a lot of lesbians, some our age, and some twenty years older. We were what they called baby lesbians, looking for love.

    At this one bar, not the lesbian bar, we were hit on by a couple of black guys who said they played professional football. They were definitely big, and we are tall for girls and blonde and blue eyed. We were in a bar booth between the two guys and they were buying us drinks. That's where this guy in my life that never left me alone walked by.

    He was pissed and told me to get my things he was taking me home. When one of the guys stood and objected he was told that I was married, and if anyone messed with his wife it was legal in Texas to take them out. He wasn't armed in the bar, but he told them his gun was in his car.

    He took me by the hand and pulled me out of that bar, sat me down in his car and told me 'never again do I want to see anything like that'. He drove me home, I got sober on the way home. He took me into my apartment and insisted on bringing order to my life. I ran but he caught up with me and put me face down on the bed. He pulled my shoes and pants off, and then pulled my panties off and I was laying with my bare ass in view.

    Which hole, he asked me. Open your legs or take it in the ass. I opened my legs and he did his thing and injecting his cum in me. He turned me over and I told him 'well you're married now, because I'm going to be pregnant'.

    I never resisted. I went down with him to the court house. I stood before the Justice of the Peace and said I do, I wore the ring he bought me, I got my name changed, I moved in with him. He lived in a small one bedroom so it wasn't much to take care of, a little crowded but it was just two. As I got bigger and bigger he finally agreed to look for a place with two bedrooms, so we didn't have a baby sleeping in our room. I let him watch the baby getting born, I named her Julie Anne, I stayed home for nine weeks, and then went back to work. After a week I told him I wasn't going to be one of those moms hauling a baby back and forth to daycare. I was going to be the mom and stay home.

    When the second baby came it was that much more the reason to stay home.

    What happened to me that night that my brain was rewired I don't know. He called me his wife in public, and from that moment to right now I am his wife. That's all I can figure.

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    # 78748 - by Alison / April 30, 2025
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