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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 49
I Lost My Head In San Francisco
After law school I joined a company as junior counsel and was sent on my first convention to San Francisco. I went to the bar the first night and woke up in a bed wet and naked with a man I didn't know. Leave the embarrassment to one side, I was old enough to know that my cycle was ripe and I was exposed to getting pregnant. I got out of the bed and picked up my clothes, but I had an urgency to go the bathroom and when I came out of the bathroom he was waiting for me, actually he was waiting to use the bathroom too.
I got fucked again flat on my face. I wasn't able to to anything about it He just kept hammering me for what seemed like forever until he jerked and got off of me. Again he had ejaculated in me. I got his business card before putting my clothes on and sneaking back to my room. I called my partner back home and told her. She told me to get some Coke and douche myself, to get dressed and go buy a spermicide and use it all. At that point we were desperate.
Laying on my back on the bed I started to cry. How could that happen to me. I was 25, I had just graduated from law school, I was in love with my partner of four years, we had a life planned out and I was lying there with his sperm racing to my eggs to fertilize them and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I knew what the term 'your fucked' meant.
I left the conference and went back home. It was even more difficult to sit with my partner and tell her that I had gone to bed with a man I didn't know. We went over our problem and concluded that only luck would be my way out. I knew that I was pregnant. I felt my egg being fertilized while I was laying on that bed in the hotel. Don't call me out on that. I could feel it, his sperm attacking my egg. I implanted and six weeks later the doctor told me that I had every sign that I was pregnant, but I was a healthy young woman and I was going to carry a baby well (I got the broad hips talk from her). I was pregnant.
My doctor told me that there was another way, if I wanted to consider going that way. She called it a termination. I screamed at her. No one was going to take my baby away. It was the lowest day of my life and it was the highest high of my life. I was pregnant. Pregnant. I was going to be a mother. My partner somehow overlooked the whole cheating thing and we settled down to have a baby.
A month before the baby came I decided that I should let the man know. I got his card out and wrote him a personal letter. I began with 'You may remember me', I posted the letter and I got a call four days later. There were no fences high enough or strong enough to stop him from getting involved and taking over. He took over. Part of me was angry at him but I was mostly relieved, and isn't that what men are for, to take over and provide protection around a new mother and his baby. I didn't resent it, I welcomed it. I was overcome with feelings and when he put his arm around me I put my arm around his waist. We really met two weeks before the baby was born. My partner went along. I promised her that I wouldn't sleep with him and she answered 'famous last words'.
We live a good life, this baby is now 24 and she is a newly minted lawyer. I have a good job, my partner has a good job, we live a quiet suburban life with a swimming pool. Daddy O' lives next door and keeps an eye on us. He has been fully and completely involved with his daughter and from time to time I let him relieve the pressures that build up in him. I'm very particular and not one time in all these years have I let him ejaculate outside of me. I want every little sperm of his to swim around in me, even if my tubes are tied. They deserve a welcome and warm environment in which to spend their precious few days of existence before passing along.
I should never have tied my tubes after my daughter was born, it was impulsive and uncalled for. It is the worst decision of my life. Keeping my baby is the best decision of my life. I hope she meets someone she wants to fertilize her eggs with. She's still 24 but she knows I am anxious to have a few grandbabies to show off.
I got fucked again flat on my face. I wasn't able to to anything about it He just kept hammering me for what seemed like forever until he jerked and got off of me. Again he had ejaculated in me. I got his business card before putting my clothes on and sneaking back to my room. I called my partner back home and told her. She told me to get some Coke and douche myself, to get dressed and go buy a spermicide and use it all. At that point we were desperate.
Laying on my back on the bed I started to cry. How could that happen to me. I was 25, I had just graduated from law school, I was in love with my partner of four years, we had a life planned out and I was lying there with his sperm racing to my eggs to fertilize them and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I knew what the term 'your fucked' meant.
I left the conference and went back home. It was even more difficult to sit with my partner and tell her that I had gone to bed with a man I didn't know. We went over our problem and concluded that only luck would be my way out. I knew that I was pregnant. I felt my egg being fertilized while I was laying on that bed in the hotel. Don't call me out on that. I could feel it, his sperm attacking my egg. I implanted and six weeks later the doctor told me that I had every sign that I was pregnant, but I was a healthy young woman and I was going to carry a baby well (I got the broad hips talk from her). I was pregnant.
My doctor told me that there was another way, if I wanted to consider going that way. She called it a termination. I screamed at her. No one was going to take my baby away. It was the lowest day of my life and it was the highest high of my life. I was pregnant. Pregnant. I was going to be a mother. My partner somehow overlooked the whole cheating thing and we settled down to have a baby.
A month before the baby came I decided that I should let the man know. I got his card out and wrote him a personal letter. I began with 'You may remember me', I posted the letter and I got a call four days later. There were no fences high enough or strong enough to stop him from getting involved and taking over. He took over. Part of me was angry at him but I was mostly relieved, and isn't that what men are for, to take over and provide protection around a new mother and his baby. I didn't resent it, I welcomed it. I was overcome with feelings and when he put his arm around me I put my arm around his waist. We really met two weeks before the baby was born. My partner went along. I promised her that I wouldn't sleep with him and she answered 'famous last words'.
We live a good life, this baby is now 24 and she is a newly minted lawyer. I have a good job, my partner has a good job, we live a quiet suburban life with a swimming pool. Daddy O' lives next door and keeps an eye on us. He has been fully and completely involved with his daughter and from time to time I let him relieve the pressures that build up in him. I'm very particular and not one time in all these years have I let him ejaculate outside of me. I want every little sperm of his to swim around in me, even if my tubes are tied. They deserve a welcome and warm environment in which to spend their precious few days of existence before passing along.
I should never have tied my tubes after my daughter was born, it was impulsive and uncalled for. It is the worst decision of my life. Keeping my baby is the best decision of my life. I hope she meets someone she wants to fertilize her eggs with. She's still 24 but she knows I am anxious to have a few grandbabies to show off.
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