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Lesbian Female / 31

It Took A While Before My Arousal Happened

some thoughts about me growing up. I was always a bit different, rebellious, didn't listen. I horse played with my brother and hung around the boys in school. In spite of my behavior I never had a boyfriend, friends yes, boyfriend no. I graduated high school and went onto college. Same old thing, boy friends yes, boyfriend no. I just never had an interest.

Well as you can imagine, I met Laura in one of my classes. She wanted a study buddy and we met at her apartment. She gave me a titty flash and asked me it I was a boobie girl. One thing led to another and we were on top of each other. I was fighting to subdue her, she was in full sexual arousal. I gave in to her arousal and the next thing I know I'm eating pussy.

I wasn't even surprised at it. I ate her out, I guess meaning that she had an orgasm. I needed one too and she squeezed one out on me with her thumb and index finger. I literally had never had anything in my vagina other than my finger and a tampon. I had never been to a girl's doctor. The idea of a man poking around there never interested me.

Once the proverbial Pandora's box was open, I couldn't get enough of spending time with Laura. It was everything, from boobie loving to outright pussy love. Both ways, the more aroused the more adventuresome. We did things that later we knew were inappropriate. You don't stick your tongue in a dirty asshole.

But, live and learn. And during that early explorer period I went where no woman had gone before on her and she went where no man would ever go. I even blurted out that I loved her. But we graduated and she went back to her hometown and I went my way. Long days and weekends, phone calls and texts and pining for her, I left my hometown to find her. Chasing her is what she said, what were my intentions.

We settled down where she lives, being that odd friend of hers. Its curious to me that is when I started behaving normal, wearing girl clothes 'to look normal. We had church with her family, and my job was with the hospital in receiving. I had to at least look professional. She went the other way, not so femme looking, but still lipstick lesbian. Odd or not her family accepted me, and didn't make excuses when people asked if we slept together. I like that, 'slept' when they meant had sex together.

Her Mom asked her if she really liked 'that'', and she said she did and that was the end of it. So for a while now, we've been that couple at Church and that woman living with her. Hey it's OK. Even small towns have their lesbians.

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# 69626 - by Reggie / January 16, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 24

    The Road To Perdition

    Growing up in rural east Texas we were high school centric and church kids. That doesn't mean we were all goody two shoes, but I was. I left for college in Austin never having experienced the hand of a man on my tender bosom or a kiss on my sweet lips. I lost any semblance of a virginal maiden one week after classes started in my freshman year.

    At the hands of a wolf in sheep's clothing I was derobed and found myself staring at a naked woman. Ravaged I was left to lick my wounds brought on me by my only friend and roommate. She cussed with language unbecoming a young lady, but the damage was done. I was no longer a virgin.

    As hard as I tried, as much as I wanted, I could not shake her and she became my girlfriend.

    I waited my turn, did what she asked of me, kept my opinions to myself not to embarrass her. I moved in with her after our freshman year on the understanding I was her little sister. Not ever having had an older sister I quickly adapted to her. She was accepted in veterinary school after graduation so I followed to be with her.

    Alone away from home it was the two of us against the world. The bed was cold, the apartment quiet, she asked me to sleep beside her. What was sisterly love soon turned to i****t as we discovered the warmth in each other's arms and the sweetness of love's kisses. What was never part of our repertoire became our passion. A man can only do so much, but he can't fulfill all a girl's needs. We ignored male advances and became more than sisters, we became lovers.

    And so a young girl from east Texas, virginal and proper, went off to college and became a lesbian.

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    # 69601 - by Julie / January 14, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    Living In Sin, Living In Bigamy, Two Wives, One Husband, Four Kids

    After college and unattached I trolled lesbian chat sites. Some chats were women selling themselves, others were pure fantasy types. But one day I tripped on girl who said she was married with two kids and was looking for a lesbian friend she could talk with. After a while she told me she got pregnant by accident and got married. She now had two kids, three and eighteen months, but where she lived there were no girlfriends who understood her.

    I talked to her for several weeks, I gave her my email, she shared her picture and pictures of her kids and her husband. They lived four hours from me. I fell in love with her with out meeting her. We shared phone numbers and talked daily. She told me on the phone she just wanted a girl who would love her, but she couldn't leave her husband. I grew more and more desperate for her. I realized, I could support her, I could love her.

    I drove to her, unannounced, uninvited. She lived in a working class neighborhood. My car stood out from the pickups and SUVs, mostly older models dirty with dents and broken windshields. I hesitated, got my nerves together and walked up to her door.

    The house was a mess, dirty dishes, dirty clothes on the floor. The kids were dirty, the house was a rental. One bathroom, three bedrooms. One bedroom had his drums. The master bedroom was small, the bed unmade. She was shocked and embarrassed. I was uncomfortable, I had made a mistake and I tried to leave but she held me back.

    I started to clean the kitchen in spite of her telling me not to. I had to do something, I picked up clothes, and straightened out the den. They didn't have in unit laundry, chopped dishes, and old laptop in the bedroom. I thought to myself I knew I could do better, a much nicer house, nice furniture.

    Her husband came home, camo jacket, work boots, large hands, he wanted to know who I was, what was I doing there? He asked me if I was with CPS. How do you tell a man you are there to take his wife away with you, to save her, protect her, love her. You can't, you keep your mouth shut.

    We had a simple dinner, he insisted on Grace and we held hands, the first time I touched her. She fed the kids and talked a mile a minute, told her husband I was spending the night with them. He would have to sleep on the couch and I would sleep with her.

    The kids in bed, her husband on his drums, she leaned against me, she asked me to kiss her. I tried to tell her I was prepared to stay at a hotel, but I didn't want to. Kissing her was a mistake, I agreed to stay with her. He took his pillow, we snuggled under the covers, kissed for long minutes. Her hands under my gown, my hand between her legs, lost in lovemaking.

    Her husband woke me up. It was early morning. He shoved my gown up, I had lost my panties earlier. He was quick and intent and between my legs he took care of his business.

    I moved to her town, got a job at the utility. With another salary we moved to a nice place with two bathrooms and laundry. We share all the house hold duties, she's the at home Mom and sleeps in the middle. We have a plural set up, bigamy, polygamy. I've gotten used to him, he's a good man, I wish he had college but I'm not complaining. He works for the utility, a field technician and his I work in the office.

    I brought my dishes and good linens, I love dressing the kids. I married her, which makes it bigamy. But we don't care, we're married and I can take care of her. He's 'the husband', master of his domain, father of all the children.

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    # 69600 - by Nancy / January 14, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    A One Night Stand With A Friend Of My Father's And Here I Am

    My daughter is now ten years old. My baby Dad is a friend of my family, I didn't expose him. He gives me money, a lot more than I could get with child support, a lot more. I work as a third grade teacher and my daughter attends the same school with me.

    She doesn't know her father, I tell her he loves her but it has to be a secret. He makes sure that we can live a good life and live in a nice house. I meet him in secret, like at the movie house. I walk in and find him and wait until the movie starts before moving over to sit beside him. He squeezes my hand and we walk out. We talk in the dark hall, sometimes we sneak into the disabled bathroom to talk. He gives me the money then, it's always in cash, a lot of money to carry around. He walks behind me until I'm in my car and makes sure I get home with the money, before he disappears flashing his lights at me.

    I have a girlfriend now, a steady girlfriend. We do things together as a family with my daughter. He thinks she is nice and good for me. I'm sure he checked her out completely or he wouldn't have let me get into a relationship with her. Paranoid? You bet, I am only one step away from him interfering in my love life. I showed him a picture on my phone of her sleeping beside me. He frowned but kissed me on the forehead.

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    # 69568 - by Lory / January 11, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 42

    Introduced To The Business I Learned You Do What You Have To Do

    I was 27, a marketing major with a master's, I worked for a large consumer market company. I wanted to be a buyer, but those jobs required 'experience' that didn't come with the degree. I applied and I was put on a track to learn how to be a buyer. First step, shadow an experienced buyer for a year. That's how I ended up working with Susan.

    Susan was mid thirties, a corporate type, looking always to climb the ladder. She managed up, was not a good supervisor. I hated my job. Susan I learned was a closet lesbian with 'issues'. Told to me by a legal department woman who was a lesbian herself. They had played around together. Why the woman in legal came out to me about being a lesbian I didn't know, she told me Susan was jealous of me, younger, prettier, smarter sort of thing. Susan did not want me to get ahead, the words of the woman in legal. And she told me 'there's no way to kiss up to her'. Unless you want to 'kiss up' a woman.

    At the same time over there, in the Corporate Department, the Head of Strategic Services, a specialty client group 'liked' me. I was his 'type'. He wanted me on his team. You will work under him, and as long as you open your legs when you're under him everything is going to be OK. He likes a young woman who pays attention to him, who 'willingly' opens her legs. As long as you are the one sucking his dick, you will be fine.

    I couldn't believe just how crude the woman was, telling me that I had to have sex with the man if I wanted to work over there. My choices kiss a woman's ass or suck a man's cock. She asked me 'what are you?' If you want to get ahead in this company you have to decide who you want to sleep with. I asked how she knew all this. She said she sucked his dick for a long time. I asked what happened, and she said she discovered that sucking dick wasn't her thing, That's when she started going out with Susan. She found out that a woman keeping her in line floated her boat. Again she asked me, what about you? Do you suck dick? Or are you going to let Susan lick your clit?

    Or you can quit.

    She made the moves to get me interviewed by him. She told him I was a very accommodating young woman, I didn't come with a lot of baggage and I would do anything to move up. Anything. She had me suck his dick in front of her, so she wouldn't come across as a liar. After I wiped my mouth, she asked me if would have rather sucked on Susan's clit?

    I sucked dick. I spread my legs like I was told. I was introduced to the team and put through rigorous training for 'selected customers', BIG BUYERS. With money. Many women who liked being catered to. You learned their likes and their sizes and you found a model who was their same measurements, and you took her with you when you took samples over to her house to model for her. Dropping several tens of thousands on outfits for the new season was pennies to them. And more than one of them liked the models to dress and undress in front of them. They liked women, vulnerable and undressed, covering their tits with their arms while they walked around them. These models got paid well.

    One day, night really. I was at a party given by one of these customers on a yacht. The Who's Who were there. Lots of young model types, girls bred for long legs, thin, small hips big tit types. I was watching one standing there like a statue, when the 'legal' woman walked up. "I watch you like you watch her. But you know that, right. Let me make love to you, let me show you what a woman can do. Let me kiss you, if you don't like it fine. Let me make love to you, I want to make love to you." And with that she kissed me, and taking me by the hand we went below, to a state room and she locked the door.

    Let me see you, let me enjoy seeing you in the soft light. Undressed and naked I stood before her, she kissed me everywhere, places no woman had ever touched. I lay back on the bed when she asked me, and she made love to me. She had undressed too, she was older but still had her looks. Men who are older just look so much sexier, but if you close your eyes a woman that is older is so much sexier. I came for her and she told me there was room in her world for girlfriend.

    That was my first year in the 'business'. In the end I sucked dick to get ahead, and I lay back to be made love to. She didn't mind, she had sucked dick for a long time. You do what you have to do. I became her girlfriend.

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    # 69540 - by Marcia / January 9, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    What Is There About Being Fucked In The Ass?

    How about two softball girls. In college I played second base and my roommate played catcher. Our school was always a contender. We were roommates in real life and roommates on the road. I spent my time on second base looking at the batter's box, with my roommate crouched with her legs wide open. The same pussy that I ate, the same pussy that ruled my life.

    We were not 'small'. I was five six at 145 pounds and she was five seven at 160. I had 'teen' tits, but she had 'woman' tits. And like I said, a pussy that made me go crazy. She teased me after lights out, she sat on her bed with her legs far apart, with nothing but air across her pussy, and the light of her emergency flashlight that her father gave her, shining up where I was supposed to put my mouth. Yes, I did crawl out of bed and crawl over to her bed, and eat her pussy until she grabbed my hair and tried to push my face away, I knew then that she was about to cum and I doubled my efforts, if necessary biting her clit and she went off like a rocket. That's when she called me a bitch. Yes I was her bitch. I loved being her bitch.

    After college, we were no longer playing softball, we worked out at a gym. But it wasn't the same. Sometimes she got on a machine, legs wide open and she stared me down. I knew what she wanted but it was never going to happen in the gym. What did happen is that one of the guys who worked out a the gym, a big ex-football player in college, 'nailed' her, front and back. You would never have thought she would fold laundry, but there she was folding his laundry and doing 'woman' things around his place.

    It was hard for me to think he was grabbing those woman tits and stuffing his man dick in her. But that is exactly what it was, and she was cooking his dinner. 'Wait till your fucked' and you too will be picking up his dirty underwear and cooking and cleaning. Just wait till your fucked, you will find out.

    But I was too assertive, too strong willed, too smart. Men treated me like one of their own, but never got around to fucking me. I ate pussy now and then, out of habit? Because I really wanted pussy? Because I had to kiss a girl? I always had to be the dominant one. Girls like you dominant I told myself. Be dominant, be forceful, eat her pussy till she cums. She will pick up my dirty underwear and fix me lunch. I married one, I know what it is to want a wife. I wanted one so bad I married one.

    But that was all before I got a dick up my ass. Don't kid yourself, of course it wasn't 'wanted'. But I got a dick up my ass anyway. A full ass fucking with the slap on the ass. The asshole who fucked me thought he owned me after that. When we are in a meeting, you bring me my coffee. He didn't want any other woman fixing his coffee. Your the woman he told me, under his breath I always heard, you're the one that gets fucked. Sure it was cheating on my wife, it was an office affair. The more he fucked me the worse it got.

    I worried about his shirt not being ironed. Why don't you take your shirts to the cleaners? He ironed them and he did a lousy job. I could do a much better job than that. Yes, I went to his place. He hadn't picked up, or vacuumed or anything else. I washed all the dishes in the sink, and picked up his underwear on the floor of the bathroom. I changed the bed before I got fucked. By then I spread my legs open and held out my arms, or if I was feeling that feeling, I lay on my stomach and I got a dick in my ass. I made sure his place was picked up before I left to go home to my wife. I was always extra hungry for her after I had been fucked in the ass. Something about having your ass slapped that makes you feel like that.

    While my college roommate was having kids I was 'messing' around on my wife. She was right, 'wait till your fucked'. Once fucked you'll find out. There is nothing more lonely than spending Christmas and you don't have a man around to cook for or fix up the house. I called him, we did talk, he was opening g*fts with his sister's kids and she was cooking in the kitchen with her mother and her older sister. Oh well, I kissed my wife, I do love her, really do love her. I just can't get him out of my mind. I had to wait till he got home from his sister's before I got my ass fucking and a mouth full of cum.

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    # 69534 - by 2nd Base / January 9, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 54

    When I Was 24 And Discovered Lesbian Life And My First Pride Parade

    I graduated from college with out any sexual experiences. I wasn't interested in dating, friends yes, dates no. I had several male friends in that way. I made friends easily with certain girls, smart and educated, and feminist. I was an intellectual feminist, supported the cause, but didn't participate in any demonstrations.

    After college I went to work for a large firm where I excelled and was rapidly promoted. At the birthday party for one of my coworkers we ended up with some guys we didn't know and I got it in the ass when I told him he was going to get me pregnant. I didn't use any kind of birth control and weeks later when I confessed to one of my office girl friends, she told me when that happened to suck his dick, and avoid getting an ass fucking.

    I lay naked on her bed as she showed me all the sex things, from mouth kissing to breast fondling to fingering. She kept asking me if I liked it and I told her I did, but with a girl I liked it, I didn't want a man grabbing me like that again. We became lovers and friends, and we shared a lot in common. She was an 'activist' of the feminist movement (which in those days covered the lesbian movement).

    She 'forced' me to go with her to a Pride parade braless. She kissed me in public and forced me to hold her hand and when a guy went by with body paint in a can she opened my shirt in public and put her hands in the paint and grabbed my breasts and then sucked my nipples. She kept our shirts open and we walked down the street bare breasted with other 'gays', some gay men were naked so I got my first view of a naked man and his dick.

    At a bar later that evening we saw these two gay men performing fellatio. She asked me if I wanted to try a dick and I said no. She reminded me that gay men fucked in the ass, so I must be gay because I had been fucked in the ass. Girls were eating pussy on the tables and guys were humping ass with the music blaring. It was a pure orgy, we watched, she kept grabbing me but I just couldn't perform sex in public. So we stood with our tits out, her hand prints on my tits. A girl came by, she was also topless, and offered us nipple rings. She used an ice cube and put a needle through our nipples and put rings in them with small chains, so that we could be tied to each other by nipple rings and chains. I had never been to anything like that, never seen live sex, males or females. I didn't get aroused, but I was deeply curious.

    We walked home in the early morning hours, still tied to each other by our nipple rings and chains, bare breasted in the warm night, holding hands, quiet, processing the experience. We stayed attached to each other until it was time to use the bathroom. We kept our nipple rings but I soon tired of them and had them removed. I wasn't into metal and piercings. It turned out I was a conservative lesbian and my girl friend was a bona fide liberal.

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    # 69515 - by Victoria / January 8, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 48

    I'm A True Lesbian But Not Out, I Can't See Why I Should Come Out

    I made the resolution last year to come out, and failed.

    I'm not some sweet college girl, my parents are gone. It's just that after so many years it feels like it's just a waste of time. Who cares, I'm not datable, not some young femme at the lesbian bar. I'm heavy set, following in the women in my family's tradition. I'm bossy, ask my employees or my friends. I've been criticized for being masculine, well I can be, except for the necessary parts. A quick examination will tell you that's what's there is not masculine at all.

    When I was a young woman, college age, I had facial hair on my upper lip and on my side burns. Soft hair, but hair. I also had hair around my nipples and of course up my crotch and butt hole. I could take care of the crotch hair with a woman who would wax and bleach, but my facial hair was another problem. I went to a doctor, a hormone doctor and he told me I produced too much testosterone. My wide shoulders and muscle mass came from that (I played softball with the butch lesbians in school, but it bothered me to have hair on my face).

    I was a go for it pussy eater in high school (the other lesbians on the team) but when it came to them I was too hairy for them. I shaved but it's not like a wax job, I went off to college and I hung around with a butch Lisa who was a Biology major. We went out together looking for girls and she's the one that got me to wax, so I did. Also getting the bleached butthole, I've been doing it since. It was a time when hunting was successful, lots of girls questioning if they are lesbians. Some were, some weren't. I was at my most butch then.

    My doctor put me on a regimen to reduce the effects of the testosterone and my tits got full and my periods made my dead week hell for me. He told me that if I got pregnant that would have the same effect. But that seemed like a big price to pay. But my facial hair diminished and what's there is soft blonde. I blame the hormone treatment for turning away any butch sentiments. Gone are the days of enjoying the hunt. My friend Lisa saw it all.

    The older I get, as my natural hormones have diminished, I'm more and more soft. I now wear women's clothes exclusively and I like earrings and necklaces. I've been seen out in earrings and a purse. A far cry from the days I exclusively wore pants. I need to be made love to now, I want to be the one dated, not looking for a date. I've not crossed over but I have thought about it, what if I let a man make love to me? My pussy is totally virgin when it comes to men.

    As to declaring or coming out, why? Sure it would help with the identities, I could get a lesbian tattoo or wear a lesbian lapel pin. But that's not me. I want a long bath, a woman giving me a massage, a woman pleasuring me with her hands and lips, a woman's kiss. I'll cook, I can do that pretty well. We can go shopping together. I want a woman in a dress, with soft cheeks and big bust. I want a woman who can tease me with her breasts, feed me her nipples, make love to me. I need a woman in my life.

    Coming out seems such a waste. I think I'll close the closet door.

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    # 69504 - by Steph / January 7, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 66

    He Kept His Promise To Us, To Keep Us Together

    I'm 66 and retired this year. Married for 44 years to the same man. My niece, my brother's oldest daughter found a picture of me the day I got married. Not the wedding pictures, a candid picture of me getting ready. She asked me if I was in love with him. I told her that women don't always experience love the same way. Like me she suffers from love for the same gender.

    I got married, pressured by family, after my sister got married (she was pregnant). I stood alone for two minutes on my wedding day before my father entered the room to walk me down the isle. Those two minutes were the longest of my life, I was being led to my fate. The girl I loved was my maid of honor. We cried ourselves silly the night before, it was what it was. In that time, women just did not admit they were lesbians. It's something left for behind curtains.

    My husband let my girlfriend stay with me on my wedding night. We had to undress and stand before him. before laying on the bed waiting for him. He kissed her before taking her virginity and he put a ring on her finger. We have been together all the years of my marriage. We have walked the walk, we have borne children. My husband kept his promise to us, he would see to it that we were never separated.

    So no, I wasn't in love with him. I was in love with someone else. I still am. We are together, in a world behind curtains. So sad, the old women say, she never married. But she and I share the same ring on our finger, he married us on my wedding night, and promised us a life together.

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    # 69481 - by Ivone / January 6, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 40

    My Next Stage In Life, A Married Woman With A Husband Of All Things

    A lesbian woman in my later thirties I married a man, a coworker I had been friends with for many years. We married during 2020, realizing that time has passed and I was facing life alone. The stay at home order just made it more real. He married me out of 'pity'. I know it.

    He is sexual, dominant sexual. I knew that, he is dominant period. I got torn open the first night, he never even gave me one night to ready myself for it. I nursed my pussy while he slept. Not that I hadn't had things, dildos, fingers in my pussy, but never a dick, much less a dick attached to a man who was intent on fucking. He is so damn, well dare I say it, masculine about everything.

    I had breakfast one morning and he told me he didn't want another man in his bed. He didn't want to come home to another man. He didn't want another man contesting everything he said. I got the message. Being passive and submissive is not in my character. If he didn't have to fuck it would be so much easier.

    He got a bonus last year, large enough to buy me the house I always wanted. As a single earner I could dream, but a house was always out of reach for me, I lived in a rented apartment. Nice complex, but renting, not owning. He bought me the house, put it in my name. Something about a woman needing a house of their own. He is right about that, I hate to admit it.

    We were watching football, not my thing but he had it on. He put his arm around me, I moved away, he reached and grabbed my head and brought my head down to where I had to stared at his crotch. I submitted, unzipped him and sucked him. My first blow job. I hate being put in submissive positions. I told him lesbians don't suck cock. He said his lesbian does, just like he fucks his lesbian.

    I turned 40 this last birthday. We had a real nice party in my house. He gave me money to decorate it and I spent too much using a home decorator. He kept his mouth shut but I saw him more than once shake his head and walk out. I had several of my tribe over, women in their thirties and forties who dance with women when they go out. They were impressed that he bought me a house. If it were only that easy.

    I've tried not to cheat but it's not easy. Women of my world all over the place and I can't really stay celibate, I need my share too. If he has his lesbian, I need my lesbian too. We kissed and kissed on my new couch, before getting in position. I put a towel under her before eating her, I didn't want any unnecessaries stains on my new furniture. We moved to the bedroom to make love, the same place where he fucks me.

    I'm too old now to have children, but I know he wanted children when he said we should get married and I failed him. I talked with my girlfriend, my lesbian, a cute little number, I know he would love fucking her, if she is willing to get pregnant. We are negotiating, this is something big for me, committing to raising a child. But big for her too, she wants a life with the child, if she gets pregnant she is going to be the mother, she wants to experience the whole thing including breast feeding (p.s. I never did). She says she won't have sex with him unless I'm there to keep him from getting too hungry. So I have to watch while he gets my lesbian pregnant.

    I won't get pregnant at 40, I just won't. Not at thirty, or thirty five or thirty seven when I got married. I told him ten years ago I'm not the pregnant type. If he wants children then it's with my girlfriend. If I'm his lesbian and she is my lesbian it is all family, I feel it's like her having my baby. She can be the Mommy, he will be the Daddy and I will be the, say the word, the step MOM.

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    # 69479 - by Liz / January 6, 2024
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