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Anything Goes
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Gender Neutral / 42
The Little Lady Has Tits
I have no memories about some boy, I was never asked on a date, I never missed it. If I had been asked I am sure I would have said no. I did have close girl friends, and I felt jealousy if they paid attention to someone. I don't have memories of dreaming about any one girl, I don't have memories of masturbating. I would say my post puberty life was asexual. I loved school, I suffered from scholastic rejection, like a B.
I graduated number 1 in my class, got a full ride academic scholarship to a top ten school, graduated Suma Cum Laude, got hired by a Fortune 50 company in their strategic planning department (I'm very good with numbers and statistics). That I was a virgin, sexually inexperienced, naïve really, never entered my mind.
I went to a Halloween party dressed as Albert Einstein. A man there with too much to drink grabbed me, when I tried to fight him off he pressed me against him. His comment was something like 'the little lady has tits'. That was the first overt sexual comment made to me. I managed to get loose. But my mind couldn't let it go. I stood in front of the mirror staring at my 'tits'.
He came after me after that night, grabbing, poking, kissing, stroking, rubbing, humping, wearing me down until out of frustration I gave in. Penetration was quick, over before it started, he blamed me for not getting 'hot'. After another failed attempt he dumped me, calling me a 'cold bitch'. I don't think I ever got 'wet'.
It wasn't until I was 30 that I did get 'wet' being kissed by another woman on her couch, and her hand rubbing my breasts and going down my pants. I was wet, and after she got my pants off I laid back and let her lick me. I was embarrassed, felt guilty, a fool. There was no repeat of that afternoon.
At 37 a fellow married employee kissed me and felt me up in a restaurant for another employee's birthday celebration. He drove me home, stripped my top off and got to my tits, then he got my pants off and he had sex with me. This time I got wet enough and he 'completed' the act ejaculating inside of me. Pregnancy followed, fear, anxiety, embarrassment. I had a miscarriage in my 12 week. The loss of my pregnancy was the biggest loss of my life. I had never mourned, I cried night after night. That experience was my confrontation that I was female, a woman.
My 'friend' agreed to impregnate me again. An on purpose intercourse, eyes open. I delivered a healthy boy one week after my 38th birthday. I'm a woman. I guess that's the best thing to say. My son is four, I have never loved a boy before. I am pregnant, last chance, I had to get help from a specialist. My 'friend' is the father. I can't believe I asked to get pregnant.
That's my story up to now. I'm okay not having a 'hot' gene, stuck with a masculine mind and temperament, and feminine enough to cry and wanting to get pregnant. I found out my tits work, so there, yes the little lady has tits.
I graduated number 1 in my class, got a full ride academic scholarship to a top ten school, graduated Suma Cum Laude, got hired by a Fortune 50 company in their strategic planning department (I'm very good with numbers and statistics). That I was a virgin, sexually inexperienced, naïve really, never entered my mind.
I went to a Halloween party dressed as Albert Einstein. A man there with too much to drink grabbed me, when I tried to fight him off he pressed me against him. His comment was something like 'the little lady has tits'. That was the first overt sexual comment made to me. I managed to get loose. But my mind couldn't let it go. I stood in front of the mirror staring at my 'tits'.
He came after me after that night, grabbing, poking, kissing, stroking, rubbing, humping, wearing me down until out of frustration I gave in. Penetration was quick, over before it started, he blamed me for not getting 'hot'. After another failed attempt he dumped me, calling me a 'cold bitch'. I don't think I ever got 'wet'.
It wasn't until I was 30 that I did get 'wet' being kissed by another woman on her couch, and her hand rubbing my breasts and going down my pants. I was wet, and after she got my pants off I laid back and let her lick me. I was embarrassed, felt guilty, a fool. There was no repeat of that afternoon.
At 37 a fellow married employee kissed me and felt me up in a restaurant for another employee's birthday celebration. He drove me home, stripped my top off and got to my tits, then he got my pants off and he had sex with me. This time I got wet enough and he 'completed' the act ejaculating inside of me. Pregnancy followed, fear, anxiety, embarrassment. I had a miscarriage in my 12 week. The loss of my pregnancy was the biggest loss of my life. I had never mourned, I cried night after night. That experience was my confrontation that I was female, a woman.
My 'friend' agreed to impregnate me again. An on purpose intercourse, eyes open. I delivered a healthy boy one week after my 38th birthday. I'm a woman. I guess that's the best thing to say. My son is four, I have never loved a boy before. I am pregnant, last chance, I had to get help from a specialist. My 'friend' is the father. I can't believe I asked to get pregnant.
That's my story up to now. I'm okay not having a 'hot' gene, stuck with a masculine mind and temperament, and feminine enough to cry and wanting to get pregnant. I found out my tits work, so there, yes the little lady has tits.
