Living With A Man

As the title says, I am living with a man. I am a lesbian woman on hard times. He offered a room in return for cooking and getting my shit together and finding a job. I know him from where I used to work. As you can see I am 37 and out on the street.

He grabbed me, I stepped away but his stare told me I was in for it. It was over pretty quick. I asked him if that was part of the deal? It was. I don't have options. The room and board and transportation and money in return for sex and cooking, he has a cleaning service which also does laundry and ironing.

I don't know how to have sex with him, the mechanics yes, but I don't feel anything, it is like an out of body experience. It is always in my room, I turn the bed down, he likes or wants completely naked, I lay back open my legs and he gets on me, humps until he cums and gets off. I clean up, watch television and go to sleep. I feel like a whore, in the end I wouldn't be here if it weren't for the room and board, the use of a car and spending money, he gives me 300 a week for my personal needs.

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by Anonymous on Aug 18, 2020 at 8:58 AM

Welcome to half the relationships I have seen in my Adult Life.

and I am sure its 50 of relationships across the span of time

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