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Arepera

Being the oldest of three sisters I often had to look after my sisters. I developed an assertive personality and was called arepera or lesbian. When I went to Cartagena for university I lived in a student dormitory. My roommate introduced me to the lesbian community and I spent my university years in an active lesbian lifestyle. After graduation I failed to get a job that would support me and I returned to my parents.

Being lesbian was socially unacceptable with my parents and I was conditioned to stay 'clean'. My parents heard me but did not listen. Bring lesbian was not taken seriously, they said it was a university thing. But to be sure they put me as an eligible bride with a woman who found husbands who studied abroad. The man I was married to was a psychiatrist who lived in Switzerland. Within the first year of being married I had a son.

For five years I was his wife without any problems. I told my husband early in my marriage about my lesbian university life. He ignored the issue convinced that I would adapt quickly to my life with him. It was five years from the date I got married that I cheated on him with another woman. He started cheating on me with other women, nurses.

I don't care. I have been married over twenty years. My son and daughter are both university students in France. My husband has had the same girlfriend for fifteen years and they have a twelve year old daughter. Many times I have thought about leaving my husband but I know I am not able to live away from him. I'm a good wife, and I'm a good mother. I'm a good partner. I take care of my family. I am just not a coital wife.

  • I'm Unconventional, I Married A Man And I Have Children

    As the world turns I am now 37, married to a male chauvinist pig, with a four year old and a six month old boy. At one time, 20 years ago then, I was a left wing zealot, eating pussy and smoking dope. I went to a liberal college and studied journalism and got involved against the patriarchy and fought against those that shamed menstruation. My ideal was a woman who taught women's studies and put men to shame, she was so good.

    I left college and went to San Francisco, but never lived there I was in Oakland in a piss filled complex with addicts on the streets. I got pissed on by an addict who decided he hated me. I left Oakland that afternoon and never looked back. I ended up in mid America working as a proof reader for an industrial publication. That's where I met Marie.

    Marie is an old time lesbian, who took me under her wing and told me to get laid and stop talking nonsense. Life as a lesbian was always bad, sugar coated and all that. The other word for lesbian is lonely. No kids, no home, no man. Learn how to suck dick and fold his underpants, spread your legs and clean the toilets. There is only one thing worse than a woman who gives it all up to be with a man, and that's a bitter old lesbian who no one can stand. In short, get my ass married and shut up.

    It wasn't easy, I hated all men. The idea of spreading my legs so a man could stick his dick in me brought up bile and vomit. Sucking a dick, forget it. I'd rather be a bitter old lesbian than do that. Marie did not let up and she pushed me, shoved me, changed the way I looked, taught me that tits are a woman's best friend, that and sucking dick. Suck dick, figuratively and physically. Make him know he's the man. If you are still looking for pussy you're fucking up.

    I got it from behind, I couldn't look. I turned over and suffered through it. He insisted on talking to me, telling me I was 'still' pretty tight. I didn't tell him he was the first man with a dick in my vagina. I did what I had to do, I sucked his dick and told him he was the 'man'. I washed clothes and attempted dinner and wine. I went to baseball games and the car show and sat around with straight wives talking about kids and mothers in law. I sucked his dick when I couldn't take it any more, it was the only way I could face it one more day. I threw a birthday party for his 35th and told him to knock me up. Just fuck me and get me pregnant. I was 32.

    Marie threw me a baby shower and told me to get married. Get a ring and name, don't go around with a different name than your children. Keep sucking dick, show him he's the man. Fold his underpants and match his socks. And tell him you 'love him' and want to be his wife. I got married at an outside venue in a flowing gown around my belly and sucked his dick that night. He wanted 'pussy'. I knelt on the bed and bent down and spread my legs and let him fuck me that way. In all my days I never thought I would be pregnant and letting a man fuck me at the same time.

    I'm 37, my son is six months old. He's still 'on the tit' and I'm staying home. Really since I got married I've stayed home. I never tried working from home. I suck dick, because that's what I have to do to stay sane, remind me that he's the man. I've got the housewife routines down and I have friends, other mothers with kids the same age. Marie is the Godmother and she keeps me from saying or doing something that will 'ruin' everything. I'm sticking it out, and he is sticking it in me. As much as I have desires for a woman, and it never goes away, I can't identify with his desire for a woman. And it's a desire, and I suck his dick when he gets that way. I suck his dick until I get revved up enough so that I can lay back and spread my legs and let him get on me and stick his dick in me. He likes missionary, looking into my eyes. Yeah he's the man, alright. He's the man. He's into 'making love'.

    Sometimes You Are Her Only Safe Place And You Make Love To Her

    As luck would have it my mother's sister gave birth beside her on the same day. We were not only first cousins, we were brought up as twins. Around 14 she started to tell me that she could only crush on girls. At 16 she missed with a girl for the first time.

    By the time we exited high school she was a lesbian. We kept her secret and I helped her cover when she dated a lesbian. Then, with out any forewarning her then lover committed suicide by wallowing two condoms of heroine. Devastated us a misunderstood word.

    I had to be her condoler, no one else knew they had been dating. By the time college was over she was caught up on me. Cousins, born the same day, and sharing lesbian sex,

  • Like Mother Like Daughter

    I was born in the early eighties. My mother married early because she was pregnant. It was getting her tubes tied that stopped her pregnancies, but by then she had three daughters. She stopped cold and moved into the guest room, giving up her bed to a series of girl friends. My mother preferred taking fresh towels to these women than any contact with my father. She had iced up.

    My sisters and I were home schooled until the seventh grade. We went to the public school after that. My sisters were over affectionate to the older boys, but in my veins there was only ice. When I got to college I met a girl who forced her affections on me and I discovered my mother's problem. At first I fought it before submitting to it. My mother disowned me, for inheriting her affliction. It didn't excuse me from having children.

    I had three just like her, the difference was that the father 'helped' me, and didn't insist on marrying me. Today my three daughters are old enough to know the difference between lesbians and straight women.

    I could really use a husband right now. It bothers me to keep asking him for money. If I was married it would be my money too. But then I would have my mother's problem, he's in my house, and men can't have a woman they leave alone and just talk to.

    Plutonic Kiss?

    I have six girls in my friend group. We are all very affectionate, supportive, silly, openly inappropriate. You get the point.

    A few weeks ago, one friend named Maggie gave me a kiss goodbye that felt more than plutonic. The way she touched my hip, the way her lips hit my cheek, her voice. It happened again last week. I am admittedly very straight - all dick for me! But…I am reeling from these two kisses!

    The other night, it happened again and I had to say something. When I got home, I texted her and I told her I had to ask her something. I cautiously asked her about the kisses. She admitted they were only partially plutonic and there was a hint of sexual desire in them. She further revealed that she has female to female sexual tendencies and her desire for me was part of that. I am sitting on my couch and my head is spinning, I look at my cat and say what should I do Athena? She is purring and meowing like normal so she is no help!!!

    I regroup and remind Maggie that I am totally about men and have never had female to female experience. She went on to tell me that she is completely bisexual and nobody really knows. She has been since her first exposure in high school. She asked me for my latitude so she could continue to explain her feelings towards me. I agreed. She said my voice turns her on, my eyes make her melt and my ass is sexy as fuck. Again, my head is spinning because of this news! We finish our texting that night an hour later.

    As I am getting ready for bed, I do my normal routine. But tonight, I find that my panties are damp. They are not soaked, but there were obvious signs of sexual desire. I barely sleep as my brain will not shut off. Could I do this with Maggie?????

    The next morning, I text Maggie early morning pleasantries. All seems good. Around lunch time I get the courage to say ‘okay, I am going be awkward asking this but how does this work? Is it just like meeting a new guy?’ Maggie immediately responds and says ‘yes, it is just like meeting a new guy. Females just have different sexual parts!’ I respond with ‘okay, but I do not think I could make the first move.’ She responds with ‘meet me for dinner tonight and I will make the first move.’ I agree to meet her for dinner.

    It is now 1:00. Work is slower than normal but I am still moving. But, my head keeps watching the clock. Five hours, four hours, three hours. I text Maggie and ask if we are still on for dinner and she says ‘completely! I cannot wait!’ Two hours. One hour. I leave work and head towards the home and the restaurant. I am a ball of nerves and weird energy.

    We meet in the parking lot. It is customary for our friend group to kiss each other help when we get together. But this time Maggie says ‘let’s get this out of the way…’ as she leans in and places her lips on mine. I stop breathing and kiss her back. Her lips are milky soft and they taste like strawberry. We pull apart, I take a deep breath and smile at her. She was so good - are you okay she asked. I said yes, that was nice.

    As we are eating dinner, my pussy is awake. Her lips are making me crazy. All of a sudden Maggie is completely hot and I want her to take me to bed??? I have no idea where this is coming from - remember, I am all about the dick! But I want her!!!!

    Dinner finishes and we decide to go to my apartment. I am not sure what is going to happen. She walks me to my car, grabs my hand and says ‘may I kiss you?’ I lean in and we kiss again. I put my hand on her hip. Her hand is basically on my ass. I feel her tongue in my mouth and I can feel my pussy start to purr.

    That night, Maggie and I kissed, touched, licked and played for about two hours. She stayed the night and, like normal, I slept naked. Her skin, her aura and her smells captured my interest and my desire. She made me cum a few times as did I for her.

    We met again tonight but she had to go home due to an early work day. So here I sit in my bed: the smells of sex and Maggie filling my room and all I want to do is finger myself thinking about her. Fuck…where on earth did this come from?

  • Old School Meets New School

    I got turned in for kissing a girl at work. She wasn't expecting it. I'm 20 years older than her and her direct line supervisor. The butch got to me and I kissed her. I ended up in the hearing, with her there because I have the right to face my accuser, in a conference room with HR and the department head. I admitted to kissing her and I got probation. If I had been a man I would have been fired.

    Welcome to the new world, my boss told me. A little bit of groping or kissing and your career is over. He walked around his desk and took my breast in his hand and cupped me and forced me to break my eyes away. Old school and new school, old school supervisors fuck their lesbian subordinates, new school lesbians get called in for kissing a girl that herself is a lesbian.

    I let him fuck me that night. Usually I am not that compliant to him, but that night I needed to be reminded why I'm a lesbian and I didn't marry him. He has a couple of things that get in the way of me living with him. One, he wants sex, he wants to make love, he wants me to initiate. Two, he wants me to acknowledge him as the 'man'. And three, he isn't forgiving me kissing the girl.

    I get this feeling sometimes after he fucks me. It stays with me for several days. I think a lot about women from days gone by that were sold into marriage. At least I have a theoretical possibility of refusing him. Those women didn't. The feeling of submission doesn't go away easily. At times it stays with me for weeks on end. That's the feeling I have right now. Because he is the man he can fuck me. Because I am the woman I have to let him fuck me. I have to acknowledge him as the 'man'.

    I told him, I kissed her because the butch got into me. The same reason he first kissed me, and I was about her age when he kissed me. After sex with him that night I didn't sleep a wink, I wanted her to be asleep with me, where I could hold her and kiss her. Not wanting her from afar. It's a real want, the butch for her is in me.

    The Past Is The Past But It Is Also Who I Am

    My 'love' life started in high school with my English teacher. She was just as surprised as I was, but she was older and she initiated. It was the first time for both of us, and she was deathly scared of being found out so we stopped, and cried in our beds at night.

    In college I met G by accident, on the bus between my apartment and campus. G was in a hurry, she had ants in her pants and I like to smell the roses. She hurried ahead of me and stopped and waited, and hurried again and stopped and waited. She was in a hurry but I wanted to sit and let the sun in my hair. If she wanted to talk to me she had to sit and wait.

    G lived in the complex down from mine and roomed with a girl from Ecuador. A little brown girl, well what was I? I'm a brown girl too I told her, it's just that I speak English. And anyway, what was I doing with an English girl from Connecticut? I had a very heavy bush, thick black hair, an impenetrable jungle, and she had soft brunette hair on her love mound and I loved to rub my face in her. She didn't want to hack her way through the jungle so she shaved me and lay between my legs, cupping me and opening me and sticking her tongue inside. We had fallen in love by then and nothing worked, except being together.

    We left college to find our way in the world and we moved in around where the other girls were. We rented a garage apartment from a Mrs. Little and she though it funny that such a white girl would have a little brown girl for a lover. In her day, she would tell us, you didn't see that. The brown girls were over there, down by the refineries and the white girls lived around here. And everyone was quiet and didn't go around showing it. Now a white girl had a little brown girl living with her.

    G's parents pushed her to get married. And one day she told me that she couldn't stop that train and she didn't want to be disowned and left out. I helped her buy her gown, and do her hair and nails. I kissed her before she walked down the isle. My G was getting married. G and I stayed lovers for a couple of years after that, it's not something that just goes away. Her husband wanted a family in her twenties to raise in her thirties to give him grandchildren in their forties. That was the formula. I didn't tell him what the formula was with my people, you had your babies in your teens and more babies in your twenties, and one or two more in your thirties. Brown girls lived with a baby on their tit.

    I was minding my own business when a man stopped me and asked me to show him what I was working on. He asked me a thousand questions and he had me moved upstairs close to him. He told me he liked little brown girls, that is what he had grown up with. He spoke Spanish better than my mother did and he told her he wanted me to marry him. He wanted a little brown girl making babies for him. In my mid twenties I was already far behind, and my mother told him that I was going to get married and that's what happened. I woke up and it wasn't a dream or anything like it, he was standing there and I wasn't a virgin and I was going to have a baby.

    Brown girls have lots of babies and I wasn't the exception. I had a baby on the tit when I got together with my mother, a baby on the tit when I turned thirty. I got started late and I had a baby on the tit when I was thirty five. He wanted a big family, well there it was, six kids. G wrote me a letter, a hand written letter. She told me that one day her husband didn't come home, he left her. For a younger woman who didn't talk about me all the time. My husband told me not to mess with fire. I was married and I needed to let the past be the past. Sorry, I was his wife now. I cried in my bed at night.

    Sex Is Personal And I Don't Like Watching Penetation

    At a party they put on porn. It was extremely uncomfortable to watch penetration around other people. When this guy started chanting 'fuck her, fuck her' I had to leave. A female friend came over to me to see what was going on and I confessed to her I was a virgin, the idea of being penetrated turned me off completely. I never watch porn, I don't masturbate.

    The following week she called to see if I wanted to go with her to a play. Theatre is my thing and we had a real nice time, except she took my hand in hers and held my hand in her lap. During the whole play I kept visualizing her as that porn girl with a gorilla on her.

    We had a glass of wine afterward and then we went to a bar. It was a lesbian bar and she deflected the approach of women on the make. Because I was with her I wasn't put off and let her hold my hand and pretty much walk me around. There were girls dancing, some kissing and a few gropping and making out. All live and I didn't get the feeling I got from that porn movie. It was my first trip to lesbianworld.

    I did engage in lesbian sex with her, passively. We had a multi month dating before moving in together. When one of our male friends pushed himself on her, she went limp and let him fuck her. Try it I guarantee you will like it. A month later I tried it and liked it.

    But watching a girl, whether live sex, or porn get penetrated turns me off completely. I'm not visual, as with my girlfriend getting me in bed, she spent hours softening me up. Bed was in the dark and totally sensuous . Feeling is believing, and our male knows better than to get aggressive and demand a look. I need lots of presex comfort and foreplay. With a male, double it. It's not easy to deliver my vagina to him.

    Strictly A Vagina Girl

    My long time girl friend asked me if I wanted to try something different. Her husband had won a weekend package at a resort and we could try out a menage a trois. Uh, sex with her husband, uh sex with her. What was she asking.

    She wants to try with 'me'. Some hugging and loving. Some kissing while he plays golf. Yes, at night he might want some vagina time, but it's not like he wants to be with her.

    So, to be clear, this was for her and me, spa time, some time in the big shower, nails and hair, maybe some shopping. And some vagina time. Was she telling me she's gone queer?

    I thought that maybe before going to a resort we try some vagina time first. Get the queer out in the open. And my vagina didn't need any attention from a penis. Sorry, but no. No penis for me.

    I hurt her feelings, she hurt mine. Her husband is not getting his penis in me.

  • We Manipulate For Home And Family And Our Love Is Hidden

    This conversation took place in the hall at work. I was 23 and I was not out but one girl at work knew of my proclivity because I had kissed her. A spur of the moment thing. Now she is giving me the lecture.

    "A 23 year old lesbian girl is going to become a 30 year old lesbian woman. No one to take care of you, to build a future with you. Lesbians do not make good long term partners. Do yourself a favor, give up on it before it's too late. Find a worthwhile young man and marry him and have children. Lesbians all over the world learn to love husbands, Do it, don't let the lesbon**is get in your head."

    It was rehearsed, along the lines of what a lesbian told her when she was in college. Now she was 27, one 'relationship' behind her and it ended badly. She hadn't made love in months, hadn't gotten lucky. And she is pretty. I ask her, 'what about you, what if we become partners?' She didn't shoot me own, she shot us both down. That is not husband and family. We need husbands. So no lesbian behaviors.

    We fought our feelings and over the next twelve months we met boyfriends to marry. They looked so young, but they were already exhibiting the dominance of men. We went along until there only out was getting married. Men cannot do their own cooking. We took our situation seriously and over the following three years we had two kids each. We remained close friends and were each other's sounding boards. We messed up and got to kissing on the couch and couldn't be torn apart. The husbands went hunting one weekend and we made love to last until the next time. In our heads we were married to each other, but had to keep it from our husbands.

    We pushed through and got homes and families started. We held our breath and traded texts that seem innocuous, but the hearts an I❤U are real. It was impossible not to be in love with her. Not to find a moment to kiss her. Not to take every opportunity to make love We have kept our proclivity from our husbands and families. We are 'such good friends', if they only knew how much we love each other.