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Dating Disasters
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Lesbian Female / 34
I Can't Get Her Out Of My Mind And I Can't Move On Either
Her name I am making up. For this I will call her Cathy. I met her in college, she was getting her masters in social services and dreamed of helping out with the inner city poor. She came from an nice home or she would not have been at our college. She was pretty in a midwestern way, tallish, blue eyes, blonde long legs. I got involved with her that semester, she was an aggressive girl when it came to sex, I had my first body on body orgasm with her. She was moody too, and she had a chip on her shoulder and her whole issue was the poor and how bad they were treated.
I never fell for her, it was physical, a sex thing. But she fell for me and she was obsessive about it and I had a hard time keeping her at a distance. I went on to date another girl and after graduation she and I became entwined in a long term relationship.
After my LTR ended I made a trip to Chicago and I looked up Cathy. She was living in a rat hole of an apartment, making 28 thousand a year as a social services counselor. I thought by then she would be out but she wasn't, she kept it bottled up inside. That night at her ratty apartment I ate her, ate her with a vengeance, not typical of me, but I was hungry for her and when she wouldn't eat me right I slapped her face.
I took a selfie of her and me kissing and I sent it to her mother to let her know what kind of daughter she had. I wrote a sign and put it on her apartment door that read 'c**t eater'. I had more pictures of her and me when we were in college and when I got back home I sent those to her mother as well. Her mother already knew, as a matter of fact the people she worked with knew and the apartment neighbors were not surprised that she was a c**t eater.
I felt bad and went to see a psychologist about my behavior, she attributed it to pent up frustration with Cathy and unresolved issues, like I was really hung up on her and I hadn't moved on. She suggested I apologize all around, but no one really cared. I went to see Cathy and she let me in, I told her I wanted to eat her but the right way and show her that I could be nice. She took off her shorts and panties and sat on the couch and put her heels on the armrests so I got on my knees and ate her until she had an orgasm.
Cathy needs to be slapped around, she needs to be 'fucked', she needs to be shoved down and held down. I found a pair of binding ropes on the internet and tied her to the bedpost. She peed on her bed but didn't ask me to let her go. I am not a dom, I can pretend but it is not natural to me. But she needs a dom. Maybe not the high heel boots and the whip, but a dom.
We parted company for the last time and I have tried to stay distant from her, but she is in my blood and I can't forget her. She doesn't have anyone, she does her job, lives in her ratty apartment. I don't have anyone either, except 'Cathy' but I am trying not to go there.
I never fell for her, it was physical, a sex thing. But she fell for me and she was obsessive about it and I had a hard time keeping her at a distance. I went on to date another girl and after graduation she and I became entwined in a long term relationship.
After my LTR ended I made a trip to Chicago and I looked up Cathy. She was living in a rat hole of an apartment, making 28 thousand a year as a social services counselor. I thought by then she would be out but she wasn't, she kept it bottled up inside. That night at her ratty apartment I ate her, ate her with a vengeance, not typical of me, but I was hungry for her and when she wouldn't eat me right I slapped her face.
I took a selfie of her and me kissing and I sent it to her mother to let her know what kind of daughter she had. I wrote a sign and put it on her apartment door that read 'c**t eater'. I had more pictures of her and me when we were in college and when I got back home I sent those to her mother as well. Her mother already knew, as a matter of fact the people she worked with knew and the apartment neighbors were not surprised that she was a c**t eater.
I felt bad and went to see a psychologist about my behavior, she attributed it to pent up frustration with Cathy and unresolved issues, like I was really hung up on her and I hadn't moved on. She suggested I apologize all around, but no one really cared. I went to see Cathy and she let me in, I told her I wanted to eat her but the right way and show her that I could be nice. She took off her shorts and panties and sat on the couch and put her heels on the armrests so I got on my knees and ate her until she had an orgasm.
Cathy needs to be slapped around, she needs to be 'fucked', she needs to be shoved down and held down. I found a pair of binding ropes on the internet and tied her to the bedpost. She peed on her bed but didn't ask me to let her go. I am not a dom, I can pretend but it is not natural to me. But she needs a dom. Maybe not the high heel boots and the whip, but a dom.
We parted company for the last time and I have tried to stay distant from her, but she is in my blood and I can't forget her. She doesn't have anyone, she does her job, lives in her ratty apartment. I don't have anyone either, except 'Cathy' but I am trying not to go there.
