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Straight Female / 29
I Got Religion And Shaped Up
I got my kids ready for Easter today. Little dress and pants and shirts for the boy. They are so cute dressed up. My husband is a stickler for church so I go. But I wasn't a church girl when he met me, I was an easy pickup and an easy lay. That was ten years ago, I was in college and all I could think about was getting laid that night. He was on the other side of the park clearing talking with a guy. Serious and too old for the crowd that was there, freshman girls and senior guys. Everyone there was there to get laid, that's where you went on Thursday or Friday night, so you had someone on Saturday. Sunday was the day of rest.
He saw me and kept looking at me. My friend Sarah pushed me towards him. She made the first contact asking him if he thought I was girlfriend material. He picked me up, but instead of taking me somewhere to fuck he took me to a coffee house and chewed me out. He told me if his sister behaved the way I did she would be grounded for life. He emptied my purse and found the stuff, he really got mad. He took me into the men's room by the hair and emptied all the stuff into the toilet and made me flush.
By then I was halfway sober and he drove me to his apartment and put me in the shower. He put me to bed, and he took the couch. I woke up alone, still wearing my panties and his shirt. I got a lecture that morning. He told me how his sister had OD and for me, the stuff and behavior was over. I was going to quit that day.
Once he got me in bed he wasn't nice, he pushed himself on me, but it was all conventional sex, man on top. I should have gotten the message. Man on top. In everything. Man on top. Pay attention, but I didn't. I fought him but he fought back and in everything it was man on top. My place was the girlfriend, Monday and Friday and every day in between and especially on Sunday when I had to go to church. Walk on his left, hold his hand, stand quietly while he talked to this man or that man after the Service. I had to think, man on top, man on top. When he got me back where he could take it, he took it man on top. It was better when I told him I loved being his girlfriend holding him on top of me. He liked that, it wasn't hard to figure out.
I married him, I was 19 and I became a church girl and a housewife, well a college housewife, and started liking having him on top. I wanted him like that on me, holding me down. I wasn't around the other kids at college, I was around him and his church friends, all older. And I imitated the housewives and talked about having children.
I have two now, six and four and we go to Church on Sundays. Especially Easter. My kids are cute all dressed up and well behaved for kids. My friend Sarah is an easy lay and she got picked up last night and woke up and called me to pick her up. I guess that's why I am writing this, my husband has no patience with Sarah, she never shaped up. She's asleep in the guest room, where she lives with us. I guess we will see her after church. I left a list of things I need her to do for Easter lunch, but I'm guessing I will get home and it won't be done.
He saw me and kept looking at me. My friend Sarah pushed me towards him. She made the first contact asking him if he thought I was girlfriend material. He picked me up, but instead of taking me somewhere to fuck he took me to a coffee house and chewed me out. He told me if his sister behaved the way I did she would be grounded for life. He emptied my purse and found the stuff, he really got mad. He took me into the men's room by the hair and emptied all the stuff into the toilet and made me flush.
By then I was halfway sober and he drove me to his apartment and put me in the shower. He put me to bed, and he took the couch. I woke up alone, still wearing my panties and his shirt. I got a lecture that morning. He told me how his sister had OD and for me, the stuff and behavior was over. I was going to quit that day.
Once he got me in bed he wasn't nice, he pushed himself on me, but it was all conventional sex, man on top. I should have gotten the message. Man on top. In everything. Man on top. Pay attention, but I didn't. I fought him but he fought back and in everything it was man on top. My place was the girlfriend, Monday and Friday and every day in between and especially on Sunday when I had to go to church. Walk on his left, hold his hand, stand quietly while he talked to this man or that man after the Service. I had to think, man on top, man on top. When he got me back where he could take it, he took it man on top. It was better when I told him I loved being his girlfriend holding him on top of me. He liked that, it wasn't hard to figure out.
I married him, I was 19 and I became a church girl and a housewife, well a college housewife, and started liking having him on top. I wanted him like that on me, holding me down. I wasn't around the other kids at college, I was around him and his church friends, all older. And I imitated the housewives and talked about having children.
I have two now, six and four and we go to Church on Sundays. Especially Easter. My kids are cute all dressed up and well behaved for kids. My friend Sarah is an easy lay and she got picked up last night and woke up and called me to pick her up. I guess that's why I am writing this, my husband has no patience with Sarah, she never shaped up. She's asleep in the guest room, where she lives with us. I guess we will see her after church. I left a list of things I need her to do for Easter lunch, but I'm guessing I will get home and it won't be done.
