Lesbian Female / 25
Over a period of about a year I got closer and closer with my coworker. She came from a wealthy family and had been educated at Stanford. She was to me a princess, just being with her made me feel good. She paid for everything. I was more than just a friend, we had become lovers. I had learned that she had a friendship with a man, an artist. One day she asked me if I wanted to pose with her, pose intimately, pose in the nude.
He was an older man, he treated her like a young spoiled daughter, he gave her what she wanted. And what she wanted, was a series of pictures, pictures of her and I, intimate nude pictures. I was unsure of what to do, but she and decided and he agreed to do the pictures. She was comfortable being naked, posing naked, erotic pictures. She showed me several pictures. She helped me undress, until I was totally naked, she loved on me, drew me into her desire telling me how much she loved me. Soon, we were under the blankets making love at her friend's home. She had drawn me into her world, her world where she was the lover and I was the one she loved.
The pictures he took of us were all in black and white, some were explicit, but most were exotic, erotic, our nude bodies, our faces and our love making art. Those that were explicit were rough, almost visual r**e, tearing our bodies open for our private pleasure.
From that day forward I was put on an allowance, a living allowance, a clothing allowance, an allowance for things I would come to own. An apartment and later a free standing home, jewelry, and financial securities. I lived with her, we shared our lives with her friend, the artist.
But, I wanted my freedom again. I started to feel trapped, suffocated. When I asked her to let me go, she became upset, hurt, declared her love, but by then I was exhausted. I left her, she never asked me for any of the things I had accumulated, she only looked at me with pain in her eyes. I left the person I loved the most in order to breathe, to regain my independence.
I see her regularly, I cannot stop loving her, but now I decide when and where I make love, in the dark, with her alone, no cameras, no pictures, just us.
I do not accept her allowances any more.
He was an older man, he treated her like a young spoiled daughter, he gave her what she wanted. And what she wanted, was a series of pictures, pictures of her and I, intimate nude pictures. I was unsure of what to do, but she and decided and he agreed to do the pictures. She was comfortable being naked, posing naked, erotic pictures. She showed me several pictures. She helped me undress, until I was totally naked, she loved on me, drew me into her desire telling me how much she loved me. Soon, we were under the blankets making love at her friend's home. She had drawn me into her world, her world where she was the lover and I was the one she loved.
The pictures he took of us were all in black and white, some were explicit, but most were exotic, erotic, our nude bodies, our faces and our love making art. Those that were explicit were rough, almost visual r**e, tearing our bodies open for our private pleasure.
From that day forward I was put on an allowance, a living allowance, a clothing allowance, an allowance for things I would come to own. An apartment and later a free standing home, jewelry, and financial securities. I lived with her, we shared our lives with her friend, the artist.
But, I wanted my freedom again. I started to feel trapped, suffocated. When I asked her to let me go, she became upset, hurt, declared her love, but by then I was exhausted. I left her, she never asked me for any of the things I had accumulated, she only looked at me with pain in her eyes. I left the person I loved the most in order to breathe, to regain my independence.
I see her regularly, I cannot stop loving her, but now I decide when and where I make love, in the dark, with her alone, no cameras, no pictures, just us.
I do not accept her allowances any more.
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