Lesbian Female / 34
I was 30 and my life was going nowhere. I had a middle level job and a mid market company. It had been three years since I had been in a relationship. Looking for something I started to go out alone to restaurants and wine bars that were supposed to have other single women looking to connect. I desperately wanted to have sex, I was masturbating and using anything I could find to help me. I ordered some 'toys' online, but when I used them I felt guilty. Anyway, I did not want a penis, I wanted to be with a girl. A girl I had never been able to meet.
This woman in her forties picked me up. A lawyer and a real dyke and I couldn't take it. I left and went home and cried myself to sleep.
I met a man, in his forties, he worked as a field technician and traveled a lot. He said he was lonely and that all he needed to make his life bearable was a woman when he came home and he wanted home cooking. I could do that. So I got into my first man woman relationship. His demands were few, really we had sex only once in a while, it was pretty much standard sex, nothing weird. After one session, we were just quiet and he told me that if I wanted to get with another woman I could, just no guys. He couldn't be with another woman who was cheating on him. After a fairly long conversation, I understood that as long as there was no penetration, I could have a girlfriend, girlfriend, never a boyfriend, and he reserved all 'rights' to penetration.
I signed a 'contract' with him, he got all the rights to penetration and I got supported. I got the right to be with another girl, he agreed not to get with another girl while in the US. Outside the US? I got him to agree that if he did have sex, he would use protection, I didn't want to get some weird STD. Even if that was an on your honor condition. I also agreed to wear a wedding band so men wouldn't hit on me. They didn't, I don't give off those types of vibes, but I wore the wedding band anyway.
Three years into this relationship I asked him if I could get pregnant. I had not met another girl, and to be frank I didn't try. I did want to have a child, at least one. I never wanted one before, but I thought about it a lot since he was gone so much of the time.
I met her, she was a nurse at the gynecologist office and in our conversations I told her that I was pretty much celibate except for being with him, I couldn't swear what he did away from home, but that I was careless before moving in with him, and I had been with several women, mostly one night stands. We became girlfriends, my first real girlfriend. I introduced her to him, he gave her the talk about me dating and what he expected of her. We laughed, but it broke the ice and gave us all the license to be together.
He supports me and he supports his offspring, and wouldn't mind if did it again. I do have penetration sex with him when he comes home, sort of a right he has to have. After that he is ok with me and my girlfriend. Actually it has been harder for her than for me, but four years with a man and a baby, and he supports me and if he wants to get on when he comes home, I want him to get on. Plus I know that he never gets with any girls when he is gone, he just doesn't. His baby mama is at home, and he comes home to mama.
So there it is, I wear a wedding band, keep house and raise a child, I have a girlfriend and a common law husband with whom I am getting officially married to before I get pregnant again. It hurt him that I had a child out of wedlock, it won't happen again. It is not part of my contract, but I will do it anyway.
This woman in her forties picked me up. A lawyer and a real dyke and I couldn't take it. I left and went home and cried myself to sleep.
I met a man, in his forties, he worked as a field technician and traveled a lot. He said he was lonely and that all he needed to make his life bearable was a woman when he came home and he wanted home cooking. I could do that. So I got into my first man woman relationship. His demands were few, really we had sex only once in a while, it was pretty much standard sex, nothing weird. After one session, we were just quiet and he told me that if I wanted to get with another woman I could, just no guys. He couldn't be with another woman who was cheating on him. After a fairly long conversation, I understood that as long as there was no penetration, I could have a girlfriend, girlfriend, never a boyfriend, and he reserved all 'rights' to penetration.
I signed a 'contract' with him, he got all the rights to penetration and I got supported. I got the right to be with another girl, he agreed not to get with another girl while in the US. Outside the US? I got him to agree that if he did have sex, he would use protection, I didn't want to get some weird STD. Even if that was an on your honor condition. I also agreed to wear a wedding band so men wouldn't hit on me. They didn't, I don't give off those types of vibes, but I wore the wedding band anyway.
Three years into this relationship I asked him if I could get pregnant. I had not met another girl, and to be frank I didn't try. I did want to have a child, at least one. I never wanted one before, but I thought about it a lot since he was gone so much of the time.
I met her, she was a nurse at the gynecologist office and in our conversations I told her that I was pretty much celibate except for being with him, I couldn't swear what he did away from home, but that I was careless before moving in with him, and I had been with several women, mostly one night stands. We became girlfriends, my first real girlfriend. I introduced her to him, he gave her the talk about me dating and what he expected of her. We laughed, but it broke the ice and gave us all the license to be together.
He supports me and he supports his offspring, and wouldn't mind if did it again. I do have penetration sex with him when he comes home, sort of a right he has to have. After that he is ok with me and my girlfriend. Actually it has been harder for her than for me, but four years with a man and a baby, and he supports me and if he wants to get on when he comes home, I want him to get on. Plus I know that he never gets with any girls when he is gone, he just doesn't. His baby mama is at home, and he comes home to mama.
So there it is, I wear a wedding band, keep house and raise a child, I have a girlfriend and a common law husband with whom I am getting officially married to before I get pregnant again. It hurt him that I had a child out of wedlock, it won't happen again. It is not part of my contract, but I will do it anyway.
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