Bi-Sexual Female / 34
I Cheated With An Old Flame
During junior hi and high school I was an aggressive predator, particularly with younger girls. Because this was all between girls, and I had a nose for picking baby lesbians there were no repercussions, except for a couple of girls who fell in love with me.
Moving onto college the field opened up considerably, I made a couple of mistakes coming onto straight girls but I was successful in breaking in baby lesbians, and dragging out a couple of closet lesbians. Then in my junior year I met a girl, I fell hard for her, crushed to death by her. She is a lesbian, but she was into the sex not a relationship.
I rebounded into a sexual encounter with a guy I just met, my first sexual intercourse, more properly a fucking because he did what he wanted, including a 3 am anal fucking. I was dragged along, he took his rights to me, he fucked me pregnant. Out of fear, embarrassment, I eloped and married him. No one thought it a bad idea, I had met my match, put in my place, forced to grow up, given the kitchen rag, the dirty diapers, the baby bottles. I was also forced out of college for a year. The cock of the walk did his things, the hen laid the eggs.
Five years, another baby, ten years another baby. Then out of the blue I got called by my lost love from college. She had followed me all these years on Facebook and decided to call, she found our number in the phone directory online. I went into chills, heart palpitations, cold sweats. She was in town, she came to my house, we kissed instinctively having barely said hello, we ended up in bed doing everything lesbians do, and only after our desires were quieted did we talk.
She confessed her love, apologized for being an ass. But now I am married, I have three kids, and it was my turn to push her away. My heart hurts, my body hurts, but I'm a married woman. And my adult me tells me not to follow my heart, not over an old flame. I confessed to my husband, sat through his anger. I'm truthfully sorry I cheated.
Moving onto college the field opened up considerably, I made a couple of mistakes coming onto straight girls but I was successful in breaking in baby lesbians, and dragging out a couple of closet lesbians. Then in my junior year I met a girl, I fell hard for her, crushed to death by her. She is a lesbian, but she was into the sex not a relationship.
I rebounded into a sexual encounter with a guy I just met, my first sexual intercourse, more properly a fucking because he did what he wanted, including a 3 am anal fucking. I was dragged along, he took his rights to me, he fucked me pregnant. Out of fear, embarrassment, I eloped and married him. No one thought it a bad idea, I had met my match, put in my place, forced to grow up, given the kitchen rag, the dirty diapers, the baby bottles. I was also forced out of college for a year. The cock of the walk did his things, the hen laid the eggs.
Five years, another baby, ten years another baby. Then out of the blue I got called by my lost love from college. She had followed me all these years on Facebook and decided to call, she found our number in the phone directory online. I went into chills, heart palpitations, cold sweats. She was in town, she came to my house, we kissed instinctively having barely said hello, we ended up in bed doing everything lesbians do, and only after our desires were quieted did we talk.
She confessed her love, apologized for being an ass. But now I am married, I have three kids, and it was my turn to push her away. My heart hurts, my body hurts, but I'm a married woman. And my adult me tells me not to follow my heart, not over an old flame. I confessed to my husband, sat through his anger. I'm truthfully sorry I cheated.
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