Sometimes You Need A Man For The Money Sometimes You Want Him Around

I met my girl in college, we decided to room together, one cold night she came to my room and told me she didn't want to sleep alone. One kiss, one hug, a hand on the hip, a slip of the hand in between her legs, and a kiss on her love button. I never thought I could be a lesbian but the proof is in the pudding, I'm a lesbian.

I don't feel proud of it, it like feeling proud of being tall. Sure I get attracted to some young girl with long legs and nice tits, but I crawl in bed with my wife. During the pandemic she lost her job , we had to move, we ended up in a garage apartment, I ended up with a dick in me. Call it what you want, I didn't ask for it, but we didn't have money for rent. You do what you have to do, just don't touch my babe.

I'm ok with it, I was born with a vagina and I finally got to use it for it's intended purpose, even if it was to pay the rent. We are ok now, she's working so we can pay with money, but old habits just don't die, he gets his pussy anyways. Just not my babe. We thought about moving, but why. He's man that's all, it's a hard dick thing, he needs to stab, and my vagina is right there. I hate to say it, but I don't mind. You get used to it, especially when you need a man around.

If he doesn't come home till late we fret and worry, so we cook home cooked meals which brings him to the table. We watch sports, or a movie, stuff he likes to watch. We don't like it when he goes to his room because of some chick flic we get hung up on. You get used to a man and you don't want him out catting around, I'm not interested in second hand sex. I want him home where I can keep an eye on him. My vagina, I want his dick there, not in some other woman's.