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Straight Female / 45
We All Have Our Paths In Life, Some Choose And For Others It's Chosen
I an a 45 year old Hispanic woman. I have been the sweetheart of a man for 30 years. At the time, I was 15, we lived in a poor neighborhood in a two bedroom rental house my mother and five kids. Money was a daily conversation, everyone worked from the earliest time, helped do laundry at the laundromat when we were 9, help in the kitchen of the restaurant on the corner at 11. And earning money at 14 working for Don Julio. Prostitution, but we didn't call it that. It was at that time of my life that the landlord held me against him and when I fought to get away he told me not to deny him my affections.
My mother told me to behave, not to make the man mad. Let him touch me, and she told him he could take me back to her room. I wasn't unknowing, sex in our house was common, my older sister who worked for Don Julio brought men home after the strip club closed. If she or one of my other sisters came home with a man my mother moved into our room and got in bed with one of us.
That day was my day, to start bringing money to the house. The man, our landlord lowered the rent on the condition my mother didn't let me go with another man. He came over, sometimes after school, sometimes at night and it was always the same, lots of hugging, holding, kissing, sometimes for an hour before actually completing himself with me. I was too young to understand, he was in love with me, had been since I was seven or eight and my mother had saved me for him.
By the time I was truly a woman, I had been his treasure, his favorite for ten years. I had gone to college. I was spoiled and I was completely given to him. All around me were babies, including babies and older kids of my sisters'. He held my face and told me to swear myself to him for life, only then did he agree to let me have children. Because I was his favorite I lived in a nice house, a house my mother moved to once I started having children. I have four, three boys and a girl.
My sisters are older women, some with men others not. Don Julio is dead and the old neighborhood is changed, the city built a bridge over the river close by and our old neighborhood is gentrified. I work for him, I'm the manager of the properties, one of my sisters works with me. My mother is the house mother and all of her grandchildren come by. He is retired, but still very involved in the business. We don't have any low income properties like he did, now we are mostly commercial.
I think in many ways that at 45 I am a very handsome woman. All woman for this man. This man is a tiger, in his mind. My role know is to be the woman, help him roar before he snores, he's 72. I was very young in years, not so much life experience, my mother had set me aside for him, the one investment that really paid off her, and I and my children got the dividend. And my sisters are better off for it too.
My mother told me to behave, not to make the man mad. Let him touch me, and she told him he could take me back to her room. I wasn't unknowing, sex in our house was common, my older sister who worked for Don Julio brought men home after the strip club closed. If she or one of my other sisters came home with a man my mother moved into our room and got in bed with one of us.
That day was my day, to start bringing money to the house. The man, our landlord lowered the rent on the condition my mother didn't let me go with another man. He came over, sometimes after school, sometimes at night and it was always the same, lots of hugging, holding, kissing, sometimes for an hour before actually completing himself with me. I was too young to understand, he was in love with me, had been since I was seven or eight and my mother had saved me for him.
By the time I was truly a woman, I had been his treasure, his favorite for ten years. I had gone to college. I was spoiled and I was completely given to him. All around me were babies, including babies and older kids of my sisters'. He held my face and told me to swear myself to him for life, only then did he agree to let me have children. Because I was his favorite I lived in a nice house, a house my mother moved to once I started having children. I have four, three boys and a girl.
My sisters are older women, some with men others not. Don Julio is dead and the old neighborhood is changed, the city built a bridge over the river close by and our old neighborhood is gentrified. I work for him, I'm the manager of the properties, one of my sisters works with me. My mother is the house mother and all of her grandchildren come by. He is retired, but still very involved in the business. We don't have any low income properties like he did, now we are mostly commercial.
I think in many ways that at 45 I am a very handsome woman. All woman for this man. This man is a tiger, in his mind. My role know is to be the woman, help him roar before he snores, he's 72. I was very young in years, not so much life experience, my mother had set me aside for him, the one investment that really paid off her, and I and my children got the dividend. And my sisters are better off for it too.
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