Bi-Sexual Female / 34
Through college I had girlfriends, only one was long term, the rest were a couple of dates and then off to meet someone else. I broke off most of the dates. I got interested, I met her, sometimes slept with her, but then didn't have any further interest. My one long term relationship was way back in high school. I tried dating guys but those were bad experiences and I never got the least bit interested in them. At my college there were lots of girls that dated girls, so I was never without a date, but nothing ever clicked.
I went to work after college at a regular company. A man worked there who paid attention to me and showed me around. He was my only friend there for a long time. One afternoon we were in his office looking out the window at some lady trying to park and he put his arms around me from behind and held me up against him and said he wanted me to be his baby. He wanted to take care of me. I worked my way around in his arms so I was looking into his face, and he squeezed me up hard and kissed me on the mouth and said if I wanted me to his baby and be taken care of. I was still in his embrace, and he kissed me again.
When he let me go I said thank you but really he needed to know that I dated girls. He asked me if I had ever been taken care of by a man, and I said no, and he picked me up again and kissed me again and said I was going to be his baby and he was going to take care of me.
Three weeks later he had intercourse with me, it was my first time with a man, he held me very tight while he had intercourse with me and he held me close afterwards. I lay naked in his arms for a long time, he kept asking me to tell him that I was his baby, he kept kissing my face, he got on top of me again and started to penetrate me again and I told him I was his baby and let him have intercourse with me again.
He took me on several trips, he bought me everything, he paid my rent, he loaned me a car. I always had money, if I ran out he gave me more money. He had intercourse with me once or twice a week, it was always the same, man on top and I would ask him to fuck his baby. One morning he woke me up around three and said he had thought about it and it was better if I got married to him so that I would always be taken care of. I told him that I did not think he meant it, but he did. He was rich and he wanted to take care of me and marry me, so I agreed. At that moment in time I did not have any romantic feelings for him. The way I looked at it he had intercourse with my body, I told him I was his baby and I he took care of me. I had never gone to him for intercourse.
We went to Las Vegas, spent three days and got married. No one asked any questions, a 23 year old girl and a 45 year old man. For the next year, I changed my name and told members of my family and close friends that I had gotten married, it was an arrangement where he wanted me and he took care of me. I continued to live in my apartment and he lived in his house. That is all it was, an arrangement.
I was shopping at Coach. The store was empty except for me and the sales clerk and I talked for a long time. She was really hitting on me and I flirted back and she asked about the ring on my finger and I told her I lived with a man that liked to take care of me. I took a chance and moved the hair from her face and told her that I really thought she was beautiful. I asked her if she was attached and she said no, and I asked her if she would like to be attached. We agreed to meet when she got off work and we went to a small bar that I knew about and we danced and made out and went back to her apartment and had sex. It had been over four years since I had made love with another girl, I was anxious and I wanted everything from her. She understood and let me get things out of my system. We made love several times.
Four months into my affair I confessed it all to my husband. He was disappointed but he understood that I needed to be with her, but he did not want me getting hurt. I still went to see him and sleep with him, I gave him intercourse at least once a week, but I was cheating on him with her.
I was sitting in the kitchen of his house, and he looked at me and reminded me that I was his baby, I was just several years older, and I agreed with him. It came over me, a feeling of regret and sorry about my behavior. When he had intercourse with me, he possessed me in a way that only he could do with me, and the last barriers of my feelings fell away and I started to give myself to him, to go to him, to want to be with him. I was now 31. I told him I wanted the marriage to work and move in with him.
He is older than me, and I do have a sort of make believe relationship with him, but I like being with him. I have only known one man like this, I think now that I was always straight, but I know that is not totally true. The only thing that has happened is that I am older and appreciate him more. For my tenth anniversary we went to the Far East. I believe I am truly married now. He knows that when I married him it was about the money, about being taken care of. I want to say that is not how I feel now.
I went to work after college at a regular company. A man worked there who paid attention to me and showed me around. He was my only friend there for a long time. One afternoon we were in his office looking out the window at some lady trying to park and he put his arms around me from behind and held me up against him and said he wanted me to be his baby. He wanted to take care of me. I worked my way around in his arms so I was looking into his face, and he squeezed me up hard and kissed me on the mouth and said if I wanted me to his baby and be taken care of. I was still in his embrace, and he kissed me again.
When he let me go I said thank you but really he needed to know that I dated girls. He asked me if I had ever been taken care of by a man, and I said no, and he picked me up again and kissed me again and said I was going to be his baby and he was going to take care of me.
Three weeks later he had intercourse with me, it was my first time with a man, he held me very tight while he had intercourse with me and he held me close afterwards. I lay naked in his arms for a long time, he kept asking me to tell him that I was his baby, he kept kissing my face, he got on top of me again and started to penetrate me again and I told him I was his baby and let him have intercourse with me again.
He took me on several trips, he bought me everything, he paid my rent, he loaned me a car. I always had money, if I ran out he gave me more money. He had intercourse with me once or twice a week, it was always the same, man on top and I would ask him to fuck his baby. One morning he woke me up around three and said he had thought about it and it was better if I got married to him so that I would always be taken care of. I told him that I did not think he meant it, but he did. He was rich and he wanted to take care of me and marry me, so I agreed. At that moment in time I did not have any romantic feelings for him. The way I looked at it he had intercourse with my body, I told him I was his baby and I he took care of me. I had never gone to him for intercourse.
We went to Las Vegas, spent three days and got married. No one asked any questions, a 23 year old girl and a 45 year old man. For the next year, I changed my name and told members of my family and close friends that I had gotten married, it was an arrangement where he wanted me and he took care of me. I continued to live in my apartment and he lived in his house. That is all it was, an arrangement.
I was shopping at Coach. The store was empty except for me and the sales clerk and I talked for a long time. She was really hitting on me and I flirted back and she asked about the ring on my finger and I told her I lived with a man that liked to take care of me. I took a chance and moved the hair from her face and told her that I really thought she was beautiful. I asked her if she was attached and she said no, and I asked her if she would like to be attached. We agreed to meet when she got off work and we went to a small bar that I knew about and we danced and made out and went back to her apartment and had sex. It had been over four years since I had made love with another girl, I was anxious and I wanted everything from her. She understood and let me get things out of my system. We made love several times.
Four months into my affair I confessed it all to my husband. He was disappointed but he understood that I needed to be with her, but he did not want me getting hurt. I still went to see him and sleep with him, I gave him intercourse at least once a week, but I was cheating on him with her.
I was sitting in the kitchen of his house, and he looked at me and reminded me that I was his baby, I was just several years older, and I agreed with him. It came over me, a feeling of regret and sorry about my behavior. When he had intercourse with me, he possessed me in a way that only he could do with me, and the last barriers of my feelings fell away and I started to give myself to him, to go to him, to want to be with him. I was now 31. I told him I wanted the marriage to work and move in with him.
He is older than me, and I do have a sort of make believe relationship with him, but I like being with him. I have only known one man like this, I think now that I was always straight, but I know that is not totally true. The only thing that has happened is that I am older and appreciate him more. For my tenth anniversary we went to the Far East. I believe I am truly married now. He knows that when I married him it was about the money, about being taken care of. I want to say that is not how I feel now.
