Lesbian Female / 35
A Man Has My Number And Denying It Is No Longer An Option
I am here with a diamond engagement ring having to make up my mind.
I resigned my commission after I was outed by a jilted journalist. I took a trip to Italy to get away and plan my future. During my stay in Italy I met a man who invited me to Kenya. Why not, I accepted and after three amazing days in Nairobi he took me for three days to a safari camp in the Maasai Mara. Out there, no TV, just him and me I told him my life story, and that I was gay. He claimed to not being surprised.
On a game drive we witnessed a kill. My military training notwithstanding I cringed into his arms. The rest of the day I was embarrassed and not company. At dinner I tried begging off which he refused and dragged me to dinner. That night he took me to his tent and gave me two options. Get my shit together and get in bed, or forever wish I had. 34 and my first male encounter.
I have been unable to shake him. I won't live with him, but I have run out of excuses. My apartment, my job, my little life is just not competition. When he holds the covers up for me to get into bed I give in, every time. My Air Force career is no longer me. Me is when I am with him. I know deep down that I will be forever his copilot, demoted from Captain and pilot.
I resigned my commission after I was outed by a jilted journalist. I took a trip to Italy to get away and plan my future. During my stay in Italy I met a man who invited me to Kenya. Why not, I accepted and after three amazing days in Nairobi he took me for three days to a safari camp in the Maasai Mara. Out there, no TV, just him and me I told him my life story, and that I was gay. He claimed to not being surprised.
On a game drive we witnessed a kill. My military training notwithstanding I cringed into his arms. The rest of the day I was embarrassed and not company. At dinner I tried begging off which he refused and dragged me to dinner. That night he took me to his tent and gave me two options. Get my shit together and get in bed, or forever wish I had. 34 and my first male encounter.
I have been unable to shake him. I won't live with him, but I have run out of excuses. My apartment, my job, my little life is just not competition. When he holds the covers up for me to get into bed I give in, every time. My Air Force career is no longer me. Me is when I am with him. I know deep down that I will be forever his copilot, demoted from Captain and pilot.
