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Bi-Sexual Female / 37

The Man Next Door, Or Fallen Woman, Either One

Fallen woman.

I went gay early in high school and remained gay all through college. I met my special life partner in college and we moved to Houston. When we got into our thirties we decided to buy a house. For a lot of reasons, too many to mention, we never got married. Out in the suburbs, socializing with friends became a chore. For the first time ever, we had a lot of spare time on our hands. The normal suburban chores, the lawn, the oil change, the supermarket. The other women with kids in tow, the men going off to golf. We had no kids, no man to go play golf. We watched television for entertainment, and that got old.

Our relationship got boring and then it got cold. Weeks passed and we hadn't even shared a kiss. Then months. One day I was out back dealing with hose. Our neighbor looked over the fence and asked it I could bring that snake to heel. You are doing at it all wrong he told me. You have to extend it all the way, and then straighten out the coils. Frustrated he said I'm coming over to show you. He wrestled with the hose for a while, and then it was nicely curled up all nice and neat. See, women can cook, men can deal with the hose. Thanks a lot, how did he know I could cook. It's born in you he told me, like a man can shoot. I bet you can fold a set of sheets in a hurry. Well, when you need a man to get you out of trouble come get me.

I lay there, on my back, watching the blades of the fan go round and round. He was all over me, grabbing my breasts with one hand while feeling me up and licking my clit. Not something girls do, not like that, they are far more gentle. The actual fucking took a minute or two. There, I was officially now not a virgin. He told me to lay there, to let him have a good look. He stood over me, his penis still wet. I have to fuck you half a dozen times for you to accept in your brain that you are now my woman. Sure, like that happens. He fucked me again before he let me get dressed.

A dozen times, maybe more maybe less, and I was cooking for him. My girlfriend had left to find love with a girl she met at the gym. In short order he had me pregnant and cleaning his house, we had sold the house I had bought with my girlfriend. When I went out all pregnant to do the groceries, the other women smiled at me. Hey I'm a lesbian I smiled back, really I am. The baby took all my time, something so natural takes every waking moment from you. That's all you can do, all you want to do. This breastfeeding was different. Some things only women do.

He took over all the man things, the yard, the car, the job. I took on all the women things, the baby, the house, the cooking, the grocery shopping. When we went out, the three of us, women smiled at me. I was one of them now, another suburban housewife with a man to cook for. I lasted a short while before I was pregnant again. And then after the second one, another one. Three is a bunch, in and out of the Suburban. Two in a stroller, one on the hand. Groceries, shopping, the park, and Church. Women smiled at me all the time, we have it under control. Let the husband deal with parking the car, just come on in woman, get your cart and start loading up the groceries. Snacks, dinner, drinks, lunch packs for the kids, let's see, should I make spaghetti or should we have hamburgers tonight?

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# 74011 - by Helen / October 14, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 27

    I Took The Job Because Of Her, Now She Wants Me As Her Replacement

    I am more of an on than off lesbian. For some reason I'm ok with a man, but not a man my age.

    I met this woman looking for love in all the wrong places. She got me a job working for a small company as a payables accountant. She is my direct supervisor and she is in her thirties. She offered me a chance to make things better for myself. Her boss has been using her as his fun girl, but she says that now she is a lesbian at heart, She offered me her position. Be his fun girl and he will treat me nice and I won't have to worry about money. We will be best friends when he doesn't need me.

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    # 73958 - by Sara / October 11, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 26

    Now He Can Say It, I'm Su Mujer. I Have A Little One.

    He showed up and out Mexicaned me. Better Spanish, mas macho. I ran away from him, but he found me. We went to Mexico, to his ranch there. The local judge married us. It's on paper, you don't even have to say I do. Just for fun he and I also got matching tattooes.

    Now here I am, su mujer. With his little one.

    Mexican macho men do that to you. You are never su mujer until you have a little one.

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    # 73945 - by Mercedes / October 10, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 33

    The Wolf And The Lamb, The Lamb Is Within Us

    Every once in a while the topic comes up as to who your first was. Some had a high school boy, others had a man down the street. Others didn't lose it till college. Everyone is different, but everyone remembers clearly their first time. I am no different.

    My first time wasn't until I was already working after college. In fact I had never had a date, even gone to dinner. Always with several others, most always with other girls. I had resigned myself to it. I wasn't looking, didn't even know where to look. My ideas didn't gel well with men. I had managed to go to law school and was working at a small boutique law firm. The client base was all corporations. I spent a year as an associate, and this was my first ever meeting with a client.

    My boss was a partner, a woman in her mid thirties. She was a go getter, and encouraged me to break barriers. At times I thought she had to be a lesbian, I never once heard her talk about some man or ex boyfriend. It was at that meeting with this man, a new client, that she reached under the table and held my hand. She spoke calmly, professionally. I listened, all the time my hand trapped by hers. After a while she was caressing my hand with her thumb. After the meeting we said goodbye to the man and she said she would talk to her committee to see if they could have him as a client.

    She called me to her office. "I don't want you ever to be the lamb to a wolf like him. Promise me for now and forever". She proposed to the committee that they not take him as a client. Wolves like him should never be allowed around our young associates or staff members. With that, she put her hands on both of my shoulders and exacted a promise to her that if he or any wolf like him came near me I would run to her immediately. The firm took him as a client.

    Well, the ice was broken. And not too much later I found myself in bed with her. She went step by step, teaching me. Showing me how much she loved me and why I was to love her back as much as she loved me. For reasons that are left to science, when she pressed herself to me, I pressed back and when she kissed me, I surrendered. That night was more than just my first time. That night was my initiation into love in the flesh.

    Some time later, months later, she brought up that man again. That wolf. She told me how when she was a young student a wolf like him had taken her and done things to her that she still could not put out of her mind. And seeing a man like him triggered all those memories. Again, she pleaded with me to promise her, that I would never let a wolf like that near me. That night we did not make love, that night she held me tight to her.

    The wolf in her life turned out to be a professor, and he was still the wolf in her life and she was unable to resist him. When he called she answered. When he asked for her she went. When she went she came back with his smell on her. The night before we met that prospective client was one of those nights. Her only relief was to fall in love with a girl, in this case she fell in love with me.

    It was some time, I was beyond thirty then, when a wolf had me for dinner. I don't mean he invited me to dinner, I mean he had me for dinner. I was his lamb and he devoured me. I walked funny, or thought I did. I was embarrassed to tell her. What she had prohibited me, he did to me. Nothing was sacred. he had taken quite literally my virginity. As a rational attorney I rationalized it. But when he called, I answered. And when he beckoned, I went; for more of the same. I was his lamb. And he was the wolf.

    Overcome by guilt I confessed to her, one night after we had made love. I turned on the light, covered myself and told her, I had to tell her something. The wolf had come. And I was his lamb. She shook her head when she heard me. She had to hug me, so I let her. Again we slept without making love again.

    The lamb within us can't be tamed, she told me. "When the wolf comes, the lamb within us offers ourselves up to him. If it weren't so, where would there be any children? Should you become pregnant, should you choose not to, I will love you and you will always have a place with me."

    Her wolf, when he howls she listens. My wolf, when he howls I listen. We wrap ourselves in each other's arms, and go when we're beckoned. Still under forty she allowed the event to happen, myself a little over thirty allowed the event to happen. The wolves demand it from us. The lamb within us must go to them, to please them, to deliver for them their children.

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    # 73921 - by Gabriela / October 9, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 56

    As A Woman I Am Grasping At Straws, Why Would A Man Go That Way

    I am an avid masturbator. What else is there for a 56 year old woman. You would think.

    I live in a gang buster complex, I have no idea why I agreed to move here. I'm here as a grandma, for some of the young girls learning about the birds and bees the hard way. My life was a bit different than most, early on I paid my way with my body. I met a man of means in my mid twenties and he took care of me for a many years. During those years, over twenty years, I felt and acted as his other wife. I was raised in a house where I was taught the basics of housekeeping, and I practiced that in keeping his love nest hideaway. Incredibly during all those years I never personally met his wife or children. Two separate worlds. my world was driven by his sexual appetite.

    When he began to fail he became angry and resentful. Not the same man I knew. I knew that he was becoming less of a man, and he took it out on both his wife and me. Frustration, he couldn't maintain an erection, he couldn't even get an erection. The ED medication he was given worked for a while, a while only. His dick went limp, and he went limp with it.

    He convinced himself that he was going queer, gay, homosexual. I suppose that a woman's first instinct is to call him crazy. But he went out one night to a bar where men hang out and he got laid by an out of control buzzed up asshole. He continued to confide in me, he was never able to talk about sex with his wife. He said to me, quite blatantly that now he knew why women let themselves get fucked. It was the best sex he'd had since he couldn't remember. Thank you.

    I confided in a friend, a friend who in her youth also paid the bills with her body, and she told me that a number of older men she knew were going gay on her. True, they could not get it up, not with a woman, but they were sure getting it up with another man. Sometimes harder than they were with her. I confronted my lover of over twenty years, do you get it hard when you are playing boyfriends with another man? O yes, he said. Of course he has to med himself up first. But he got it hard according to him.

    He divorced his wife and moved in with Adam. Not the Adam you think of. Adam was a longshoreman, and later a rent a cop. He is everything you think of when you think of Pride week. Big, harry beast, tattooed all over, in a thong. And my friend and former lover liked that? They partied, partied and partied.

    I had a bank account that I managed. He had set aside some money he got without his wife knowing. A bonus, a settlement, a payoff of some kind. It amounted to several hundred thousand. He came to me and asked for the money and I refused to give it to him. That broke the relationship completely. I still have the money for him, but I won't release it until he needs, when he is in the nursing home. I'm am not giving that money to Adam.

    Suffice it to say, that as a woman I resort to masturbation. I have a couple of friends I have had for a while. I do have feelings down there and I do need a dick in me. I always did, to be honest. But at 56 I look out of my apartment at the young people around the pool, girls in string bikinis and men touching them. And I wonder, how many of those testosterone cowboys is going to end up sucking cock like I woman. Bending over, taking it up the ass. More than you think I imagine. After all women have been doing that since Adam (excuse me) and Eve gave him a blowjob. A good hard dick, it's all memories now. A toy is not a substitute. And a woman does nothing for me.

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    # 73895 - by Chris / October 8, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 27

    I Really Wonder If My Accident Changed Me Forever

    Following aa decision to move out west, I was hurt in a car accident. I had to go back home to convalesce. Back at the house, my Mom telling me what to do, complaining because I wasn't married, the same old spiel. Mostly in bed, or on the couch, moving only with a wheel chair, not able to go potty, or take a shower. That and the pain killers which I was overdoing. The word every grownup hates, dependent. Especially an empowered woman.

    I had a nurse provided by the insurance, to wipe my butt. My Mom refused to do it, until she didn't have a choice. I went to the hospital every month, until I could walk again. Then one day they said come back in a year. And I was well again. I stayed, went to work for the school district, moved out into a garage apartment. I made a friend at work, a married girl.

    One day, casually, she offered her husband. If I found I could use his attention.

    So, I'm here to confess I let him work out his frustrations on me. While she coached him. For months it was a Saturday night thing. Even if that wasn't the best night for those things. One Sunday after a Saturday night I said I'm out. No more. Adios mother fucker, I'm going out west.

    Two years after my first try at freedom, being my own woman. The short of it is I ended up under a cowboy. I won't say a red neck. I washed the dishes. I had to face myself, why is it that after you sleep with him you clean the kitchen and wash the dishes? So much for being an independent woman.

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    # 73885 - by Rebecca / October 7, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 28

    I Am Too Young To Have To Grow Up

    There is a long period of time when you do not understand how other people live. You are what you are where you are and all the other people are a fantasy. It's rich and poor, smart and dumb, cute and not cute, boy and girl. As far as everyone was concerned everyone was middle class.

    Where we lived we were exposed to raw behavior at school. And that included early sex, and gay sex, and father daughter sex and teacher sex. Nothing phased us, so your dad fucked you? Big deal. So the choir teacher touched your tits, bid deal. So the coach fucked Jonathan, big deal. As far as we were concerned all girls got fucked, all girls. It came with the territory. If you didn't want to get fucked you didn't go out. And the cute boys, they were gay, they sucked the coach's cock. We knew that, no bid deal.

    However, I didn't get fucked. Not because I wasn't cute enough, but because my first sex was with my piano teacher, and she made sure I didn't let boys get close to me. I was seventh grade. I wanted to be with her, to have her hug me and kiss me, and to lick my pussy. She only used a finger on me. I was a little older when I kissed her pussy. Big difference between a mid teen pussy and a thirty five year old pussy. Big difference, but to me, that's the pussy I loved and I loved that she loved my pussy. It was real pussy time for me, my pussy coming awake. It's hard to explain, but that's when I really became aware of my pussy, and I did not want to be fucked.

    But I grew older and outgrew my pussy love with my piano teacher. Mind you if she kisses me on the mouth I still respond to her, and she's not thirty five and I'm not fifteen. I went to nursing school but flunked out, I tried business but flunked out. I finally got out with a degree in marketing, 2.0 just barely passed. I spent my time doing what I liked, eating pussy and making out. My pussy didn't leave me alone and those girls in college were something else. We were all so aggressive. We did things to show off. I mean we sucked tits at the football game. And kissed and made out at the pizza place. It was pussy time on steroids, and there was so much pussy to go around.

    But, everything has its time and place. I turned twenty eight, I had made it to twenty eight and never been fucked. Now I was sitting on a chair and a man was going to fuck me. The lesbian shit has to end. You can spend your life playing girl, but you are a woman now and you are going to get fucked. I really didn't know what to do, how to behave. What was I supposed to do? he didn't tell me. I just sat and listened, all I knew was that I was going to get fucked.

    His cock seemed enormous when he shoved it in my mouth. He pinched my nose so I had to open my mouth. Is your pussy wet? Check. Now lay back and open your legs, just like you've opened your legs since you first began. Only now you are going to get fucked. Make sure your pussy is wet. And get those tits out. A man wants tits. There now, it's all the way in. Do you feel different? I just stuck it in, I haven't fucked you yet. This was the deal, you get fucked and I get your pussy, remember? When he did fuck me, he grabbed me like that, I had never been grabbed like that. When he finished fucking me he told me no more pussy, got it. From now on you get cock. If I catch you with another woman I'll fuck you up the ass.

    But I love pussy, and being with pussy, and I don't love cock. He loves me, my pussy and he loves to fuck. Everything I heard in those days at school were true. Once a guy fucks you, he owns you. That's true. And Mexican guys are the worst. I'm in training now. My days of playing around are over, I am taking cooking lessons at the CIA. The women here are so pussy driven and all the guys are gay. He wants me to get a degree, in cooking. He wants to have the best cook on the block. These women compete on the stove. He wants me to fatten him up. I have to learn, whatever makes him happy, that's what I do.

    I called my piano teacher and we talked for over an hour. I know it's good for me. I know I'll learn to love him. And I know that one day I will have a kid or two. But right now I want to be fifteen again and being loved by her. I don't want to 'grow up'.

    P.S. I was told in secret that these men like lesbian girls, they don't mess around with other men. He doesn't have to worry about that.

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    # 73872 - by Marylin / October 7, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Male / 20

    Extreme Preventative Measures

    I am a 20 year old straight guy...Am I allowed to post in this section?

    I have just posted in men only, but thought some women might relate to it...so...

    I am a straight 20 year old. Sure I have jerked off with guys, but never had sexual physical contact with them.
    My girlfriend is 22, and bi.
    Because of her very religious upbringing and paranoia about getting pregnant out of marriage she won't take the pill so started have sex with women ...in a safe zone.
    Then we met and she after a few dates we ended up in bed in her apartment.
    It was in bed she laid down the rules. No vaginal penetration. She would blow me and let me eat her out and was able to ejaculate anywhere over her body and in her mouth...but would only let me fuck her anus.
    She has an amazing body and a super sexy whales tail thong tan line. I love getting into her tight anus...she knows how to use her anal muscles to grip and release my cock as I fuck her....Super hot...she finger fucks herself while we fuck and has strong orgasms in sync with my own.
    She loves to swallow cum and loves me toe eat her anus out after I have ejaculated in it. Then we kiss.
    To top it off, she knows I have always loved fucking pussy, so to give me that pleasure we often have one of her girlfriends in bed with us. She gets off watching me fuck them, and loves them to eat her out while I am fucking them.
    It all works for me.

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    # 73821 - by Tim / October 4, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    I'm Over Thinking, He's In My Mind Twenty Four Seven

    I have a college degree. Not worthless, but close to it. I got a job, because I was degreed, for a financial company doing paperwork, actually checking paperwork. Boring but it paid good, well much better than server.

    An opening came up for a PA to a man in the M&A department, actually the head of M&A. His 'girl', mind you the word is 'girl' when you work for them. His girl left because she was going to travel the world with her latest boyfriend. I applied, on the basis of why not, more money and benefits. I was interviewed, all the internal 'girls' who applied were interviewed. No 'guys' who applied were interviewed. This firm is all about tits and ass, and being really friendly to the higher ups.

    My interview was all about my 'feelings'. I got a lot of very intimated questions that are none of your business. Why wasn't I married. Why didn't I have children. Was I, whisper here, into other girls? I was given a lecture about dress code and presentation, about keeping my mouth shut and disclosures, I had to pass a background check, and nothing better come up. I don't know if I was the only one to make it to the interview with the person I would be working for, or I was one of many. Disclosure, you can't talk about that.

    He had me stand for my interview, about four feet from him. At one point he had me turn and give my back to him. He asked me straight out if I had been indiscreet, if I had ever been with another woman, that kind of shit was problematic for him. And why wasn't I married? I had the brains and the looks, the looks are very important, stand straight . He was upfront about being sexist, he was looking for a girl who had no problem being a girl, who wasn't going to throw a tantrum because he asked her run an errand for him. To cut to the chase, was he looking for a 'girl', or a PA.

    I took the job because of the pay, and the opportunity to be around the decision makers. Definitely a 'girl' position. Definitely sexist. A good amount of my pay went to clothes, although my boss made g*fts to me of nice pieces of j*welry. He likes his 'girls' to look good. I won't say that it's been devoid of girl problems, he takes me seriously, the gilded cage problem. I've thought about telling him to just go ahead and fuck me and get it over with. I want him to know for sure that I'm his 'girl'. I'm tired of going home with wet panties. I spent all night humping my pillow, I 'need' to get laid. I kissed him on the cheek and all I got back was a frown.

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    # 73816 - by Katy / October 4, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 32

    One Day The Man In The Shining Armor Showed Up And He Took Me With Him

    I am 32 now, but ten years ago I was 22 and a lost soul. I had been to college where I met but did not make friends. I had one intimate encounter with a girl, which only served to make me even more withdrawn and reclusive. After college I returned home because I had no where else to go.

    I went to work at the branch office of the bank where my family banks, as a cashier. I went through training without any problems, and I liked what I did. Old men who stood in line for me to take their deposit or help them figure out what happened to their transfer. One old man, well to me he was old, but he was twenty years older, came in one day to make a deposit. He told me he wanted to open an account as the money was security for his daughter. I sent him to one of the desk officers and told him to come back to me when the account was opened.

    After work, I got off at three, he had checked with the desk officer. He was waiting for me in the parking lot behind the bank. I looked cute and he wanted to know if I was up to meeting him later, not a date, just a drink or cup of coffee. He sized me up as he was talking, and I had alternating sensations as he looked up my skirt to my crotch and down my blouse. He focused on my face and told me I had sweet lips and he wanted to kiss them. Could he? right there in the parking lot.

    The kiss was with tongue and he held his hand on my chest, held my boob in his hand while he kissed me. He told me that tonight's the night and with another long kiss he said he would pick me up at seven. He had already gotten my address and phone number. I was embarrassed that this man was coming to my house, where I lived with my parents. Somehow, I knew I wasn't coming home afterwards. I went home and showered, and paid a lot of attention to the panties and bra and my hair and dress. I wore a dress, in case he wanted to put his hand up my thigh it wouldn't be blue jeans.

    We went to a moderately nice restaurant, a family owned place and sat in the back in a booth. His hand was up and down my thigh all night long, and I kept my hands on his other hand talking to him. When he leaned over to kiss me, his hand that was in my thighs grabbed onto me. We went to his place and he undressed me and played with me for an hour before getting the deed done. I slept with him that night, until well into the morning. He asked me to shower with him, and he spent some time washing my privates, and I washed his. He kissed me a lot in the shower and felt me up so deep I thought I was going to fall over.

    For my first time it was everything, kissed, hugged, felt up, and more. I told him I could feel his little guys inside of me, looking for my eggs to fertilize. Only then did he check with me if I used birth control. I told him I didn't, what for, I wanted to get pregnant. I wasn't joking or lying, that's all that was on my mind at that moment. I took his hand and pressed it against my tummy, maybe I would be a mommy.

    We got married ten days later, mid week, in a court house ceremony. His daughter came and my parents, although to be honest they wished they hadn't had to be there. He lived in a big house, compared to the one I grew up in. Too much to take care of, so he had a maid who came on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But I had to do the cooking and do the grocery shopping. I got lots of rules, like the rules at the bank. Do this, but not that sort of rules. But I was happy, and happier still when the wand showed I was pregnant, and even happier when the doctor confirmed. He elected to surprise him, he didn't want any noise about whether it was a boy or a girl, and he didn't agree with gender reveal parties.

    I get lots of sex. I mean a lot of sex. I have two more children. He likes me close to him, and I sleep almost naked, except for a tiny thong if case my children come get me. They have seen me topless thousands of times, if it's warm I don't wear nothing. I'm not a floppy girl, but I've got boobs, and he puts his arm around my waist to suck on my nipples. One day I will have to stop when the boy gets older, the girls?, I don't mind if they watch mommy being loved on by daddy.

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    # 73805 - by Rota. Not really. / October 3, 2024
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