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Straight Female / 34
I was 26 when I went over to the dark side. Let me explain.
As a senior in high school I got on the school paper and started to hang out with the journalism kids. They were the first group that accepted me. These were girls who did not date guys. Guys were the devil and they were proud that they were going on their own and they didn't need men. I feel in, mostly because I wanted to fit in.
In college I majored in journalism and fell in with the anti male crowd and became a full time member. Needless to say I never dated in college. By then I was a bit older and I realized that some of the women were lesbians, but others like me were not.
After college I got a job in the public relations department of a large company where I could put my journalism degree to work. I was hired by the head of the PR department, she was definitely lesbian and a vocal critic of the male management and establishment. I am sure my credentials from college got me the job. I was there for two years, and through her I met the lesbian community and I got hit on by several of these women. My boss kept trying to set me up with this one woman or this other woman. I was confused really, and I had been around lesbians for a long time, but I just couldn't bring myself to go to be with one. I thought about it a lot, I was convinced I was a lesbian, I just hadn't met the right person. By that time my entire social network was with the lesbian community, I was just unattached.
I got sent to this out of town training conference. At the table beside me was a man in his forties. He pushed himself on me and I had to eat lunch with him. He kept touching my shoulder or my hand, he reached over and touched my face, he sat way to close to me at the table in the afternoon session. I was not able to break away, I didn't know how to get away, he cornered me and monopolized me, he touched the button on my blouse and moved his finger under my breast and he leaned over and asked me if I wanted him to suck my tits. That is when I got mad, but it didn't do any good, he just got more aggressive and he pushed me up against the wall and told me to grow up and not be a tease, and with my back against the wall he put his hand over my breast as if he was going to grab me and asked me if I wanted it there or in his room.
I was completely disoriented and I could feel myself losing control and he took my wrist and said something about taking me upstairs and I could lose it once and for all, that he always wanted to do a virgin. Why I followed him into the elevator, why I let him kiss me in the elevator, why I let him put his hands under my butt and hold me like that, why I wasn't trying to get away I don't know. All I kept thinking was OMG I was going to lose my virginity.
The first attempt was awful, I was not with it, he got short with me and took all my clothes off of me and paraded me naked in front of him, he got totally naked and he wanted me to get acquainted with his penis, which meant to give him a blow job. The blow job was terrible, I kept pushing his penis out of my mouth, but he was getting upset with me so I just let him put his penis in my mouth and he held me by the back of my head and fucked me in the mouth, I didn't know what to do, I tried to put my lips hard around his penis, but it wasn't working, so he told me to get on the bed and lay back and open my legs and he fucked me missionary style. I had lost my virginity. I didn't think about the fact that he had cum inside of me.
The curtains were open and the room was full of the afternoon sun and he examined me from head to toe, touching everything and telling me to keep my hands to my side. He opened my legs and examined me down there, with his fingers and then with his tongue. He told me he wanted me to clean up down there, he liked his pussy to be just so, so he could the lips, he liked looking at his pussy lips when he ate his girl. He ate me out for real, and then crawled up on me and fucked me again.
We had dinner, I stayed with him that night and we had sex again, but this time with a lot more foreplay and a lot of oral sex, I slept with him and in the morning I showered with him and ate breakfast and we went to the morning session. He had all my contact information, and he followed up and I went to see him that weekend, and the next weekend, and he came to see me. I kept this all from my boss or anyone else I knew. The stress got so big I quit my job and moved to his town and moved in with him. Six months after I met him I was living with him and I was pregnant.
I was not a lesbian, far from it, I was unable to control myself, I wanted sex all the time, I got really good at giving him oral and getting oral, I tried and liked being a puppy dog for him, I was practicing for when I got bigger. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself grow bigger and bigger.
One night, after we had made love, he asked me what I was thinking about and I put up four fingers. He asked me what that was, and I said I wanted to have four kids. I had gone completely to the dark side.
I have four kids now, I don't work outside the home, I only have one friend from my days in college, and she 'understands' that this can happen, one more example of what the whole movement is about. To her I am a housebound slave.
As a senior in high school I got on the school paper and started to hang out with the journalism kids. They were the first group that accepted me. These were girls who did not date guys. Guys were the devil and they were proud that they were going on their own and they didn't need men. I feel in, mostly because I wanted to fit in.
In college I majored in journalism and fell in with the anti male crowd and became a full time member. Needless to say I never dated in college. By then I was a bit older and I realized that some of the women were lesbians, but others like me were not.
After college I got a job in the public relations department of a large company where I could put my journalism degree to work. I was hired by the head of the PR department, she was definitely lesbian and a vocal critic of the male management and establishment. I am sure my credentials from college got me the job. I was there for two years, and through her I met the lesbian community and I got hit on by several of these women. My boss kept trying to set me up with this one woman or this other woman. I was confused really, and I had been around lesbians for a long time, but I just couldn't bring myself to go to be with one. I thought about it a lot, I was convinced I was a lesbian, I just hadn't met the right person. By that time my entire social network was with the lesbian community, I was just unattached.
I got sent to this out of town training conference. At the table beside me was a man in his forties. He pushed himself on me and I had to eat lunch with him. He kept touching my shoulder or my hand, he reached over and touched my face, he sat way to close to me at the table in the afternoon session. I was not able to break away, I didn't know how to get away, he cornered me and monopolized me, he touched the button on my blouse and moved his finger under my breast and he leaned over and asked me if I wanted him to suck my tits. That is when I got mad, but it didn't do any good, he just got more aggressive and he pushed me up against the wall and told me to grow up and not be a tease, and with my back against the wall he put his hand over my breast as if he was going to grab me and asked me if I wanted it there or in his room.
I was completely disoriented and I could feel myself losing control and he took my wrist and said something about taking me upstairs and I could lose it once and for all, that he always wanted to do a virgin. Why I followed him into the elevator, why I let him kiss me in the elevator, why I let him put his hands under my butt and hold me like that, why I wasn't trying to get away I don't know. All I kept thinking was OMG I was going to lose my virginity.
The first attempt was awful, I was not with it, he got short with me and took all my clothes off of me and paraded me naked in front of him, he got totally naked and he wanted me to get acquainted with his penis, which meant to give him a blow job. The blow job was terrible, I kept pushing his penis out of my mouth, but he was getting upset with me so I just let him put his penis in my mouth and he held me by the back of my head and fucked me in the mouth, I didn't know what to do, I tried to put my lips hard around his penis, but it wasn't working, so he told me to get on the bed and lay back and open my legs and he fucked me missionary style. I had lost my virginity. I didn't think about the fact that he had cum inside of me.
The curtains were open and the room was full of the afternoon sun and he examined me from head to toe, touching everything and telling me to keep my hands to my side. He opened my legs and examined me down there, with his fingers and then with his tongue. He told me he wanted me to clean up down there, he liked his pussy to be just so, so he could the lips, he liked looking at his pussy lips when he ate his girl. He ate me out for real, and then crawled up on me and fucked me again.
We had dinner, I stayed with him that night and we had sex again, but this time with a lot more foreplay and a lot of oral sex, I slept with him and in the morning I showered with him and ate breakfast and we went to the morning session. He had all my contact information, and he followed up and I went to see him that weekend, and the next weekend, and he came to see me. I kept this all from my boss or anyone else I knew. The stress got so big I quit my job and moved to his town and moved in with him. Six months after I met him I was living with him and I was pregnant.
I was not a lesbian, far from it, I was unable to control myself, I wanted sex all the time, I got really good at giving him oral and getting oral, I tried and liked being a puppy dog for him, I was practicing for when I got bigger. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself grow bigger and bigger.
One night, after we had made love, he asked me what I was thinking about and I put up four fingers. He asked me what that was, and I said I wanted to have four kids. I had gone completely to the dark side.
I have four kids now, I don't work outside the home, I only have one friend from my days in college, and she 'understands' that this can happen, one more example of what the whole movement is about. To her I am a housebound slave.
