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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 34
My Growing Up Fantasies Are Gone
There is so much distance between reality and fantasy. My fantasies have never been met, nor have I ever come close to meeting them. My realities have been so far below my fantasies that is hard to accept.
I was raised to be treated like a princess, marry the knight in shining armor, live in a castle overlooking the village below. My reality was different, not the least of which is that I am not a princess, far from it. The girl I see in he mirror is naturally tanned, with dark eyes and hair. Solid, or thick, but not slim. My face has traits of the Aztecs. Even in Aztec times I was not a princess.
I grew up in 'that' part of town, your know where the Mexicans live. I went to a school that was 75% or more Mexican, a few poor whites and a few blacks. The knights in shining armor were sons of laborers or worse. I grew up where your best year was fourteen, if you were pretty enough. I was in the other group, the ones that were good in school but poor in love. I never had a boyfriend, it is not difficult to imagine why we were girlfriends, at least it was someone warm to the touch.
I had sex at nineteen, with the white man that owned the business where I worked. I learned that the girls that worked there had sex with him. Some often, others when they needed to be put in line. There were five of us then, the oldest was 34. He had sex with all of us, and we had sex with him. Better an old man with money than an Aztec mowing lawns.
I changed jobs and went to work for a car dealership as a cashier. The only man that paid attention to me was a mechanic, an old Mexican. He expected a maid, not a wife. I was warned of him and stayed away. At that time I was living with a girlfriend, a girlfriend who sometimes shared a bed. I was more and more convinced that instead of a princess I was one of those, that liked girls. My mother's words were true, if I behaved like that I would never have a man. I guess mothers know. At 34 the only man that I have had sex with is that man when I was 19. I should have gotten pregnant.
I am overweight, with a smile. I have large breasts now, and a very large rear end. My face is more and more Aztec now. I sleep with a girl and not a man. I don't even want to sleep with a man now. My knight in shining armor is chasing some other girl. That's how I am, a Mexican lesbian working as a cashier at the Ford dealership a mile from where I grew up.
I have a niece that's eight. She is my princess girl. Let her dream for a while. Soon the reality will here for her.
I was raised to be treated like a princess, marry the knight in shining armor, live in a castle overlooking the village below. My reality was different, not the least of which is that I am not a princess, far from it. The girl I see in he mirror is naturally tanned, with dark eyes and hair. Solid, or thick, but not slim. My face has traits of the Aztecs. Even in Aztec times I was not a princess.
I grew up in 'that' part of town, your know where the Mexicans live. I went to a school that was 75% or more Mexican, a few poor whites and a few blacks. The knights in shining armor were sons of laborers or worse. I grew up where your best year was fourteen, if you were pretty enough. I was in the other group, the ones that were good in school but poor in love. I never had a boyfriend, it is not difficult to imagine why we were girlfriends, at least it was someone warm to the touch.
I had sex at nineteen, with the white man that owned the business where I worked. I learned that the girls that worked there had sex with him. Some often, others when they needed to be put in line. There were five of us then, the oldest was 34. He had sex with all of us, and we had sex with him. Better an old man with money than an Aztec mowing lawns.
I changed jobs and went to work for a car dealership as a cashier. The only man that paid attention to me was a mechanic, an old Mexican. He expected a maid, not a wife. I was warned of him and stayed away. At that time I was living with a girlfriend, a girlfriend who sometimes shared a bed. I was more and more convinced that instead of a princess I was one of those, that liked girls. My mother's words were true, if I behaved like that I would never have a man. I guess mothers know. At 34 the only man that I have had sex with is that man when I was 19. I should have gotten pregnant.
I am overweight, with a smile. I have large breasts now, and a very large rear end. My face is more and more Aztec now. I sleep with a girl and not a man. I don't even want to sleep with a man now. My knight in shining armor is chasing some other girl. That's how I am, a Mexican lesbian working as a cashier at the Ford dealership a mile from where I grew up.
I have a niece that's eight. She is my princess girl. Let her dream for a while. Soon the reality will here for her.
