Bi-Sexual Female / 45
Some Feelings Are So Deep That You Can Never Outgrow Them
Personally I think men miss out a lot. I would be very sorry if I didn't have my breasts. I think they are beautiful and give me a sense of being a woman. I have a nice well behaved pussy. I shave but maintain a landing strip. I like how it looks. My face is pretty, I've always been pretty. To be honest I don't like looking at a naked man and I don't find anything attractive about a penis, hard or soft. Soft lips, soft skin, no facial hair, breasts, and a mystery between her legs are much better than a man on top of you.
But once upon a time I had no choice in the matter. I already had a fixation on my breasts but I had been conditioned to look for a boyfriend. The guy I went with was nice but there was never any chemistry. Once he had me hold his penis. I did but don't think I got any feelings from it. Letting go was the best part, not for me. My next time was with my fourteen year old neighbor, a very nice looking girl. She had nice breasts and I touched a girl's pussy for the first time, and I kissed her there for a very long time. It was the first time I felt chemistry and I couldn't stop kissing her or holding her (embarrassing as it was for her). We were close until I left for college.
In college, leaving my girlfriend at home was hard and I cried for her, I just couldn't be away from her. But leave that alone. I went to a party, a mixer for freshman and I left with sperm in my belly. It was horrible. I'm not kidding. Every boy was there to screw some girl and I happened to have been a girl and he was going to screw me and he did. The next morning he brushed his teeth with my toothbrush. The next morning he made me, telling me to do it and shut up already, make him breakfast. I also got a bare butt spanking. At first bent over his knee and then bent over the kitchen table. It stung real bad and it was more humiliating than when my father spanked us. There wasn't any discussion about it, I was his girlfriend like it or not. The worse part really was having to suck his penis. That was conscious, me doing it, him fucking me was just lay back and let him.
He fucked me a lot. I guess all 19 year old boys are always ready to fuck. He suddenly discovered my breasts. They were a novelty to him, he liked me over him letting my breasts down for him to suck. That was also conscious, but far less embarrassing than sucking his penis. I also never did understand what it is with his penis. Like I was supposed to worship it. I didn't. I was a good girlfriend, he couldn't have had a better girlfriend. And I washed his clothes without having to be asked. I remember sitting with my mother folding clothes and that's what it felt like. Folding clothes is a one of those home feelings. That and cleaning up and having the place look presentable. Like I said, I was a good girlfriend.
All four years, well four and half because he was late in graduating, I was a good girlfriend. Once out he told me it was time. Just suck it up and do it. I said no, not without a ring. Girlfriends don't get pregnant. Wives get pregnant. That's why he signed papers. That's why I signed papers. No papers, no babies.
Twenty years, two houses, three kids. But I never felt chemistry. My girlfriend from my neighborhood came to see me, she was in town for her job. The hello kiss went on and on and on, I couldn't let go. She told me she was in a relationship. But she felt the chemistry too and I pushed her down on the couch and got to her breasts, and opened my shirt for her and time came to a complete stop. It was like 25 years hadn't passed. We made love, we didn't have sex, we made love, back and forth. Until we just laid there touching lightly with a finger, those parts that girls don't touch on other girls. Not usually unless you are laying beside her and you are both naked. That afternoon I really loved my breasts. I hadn't felt that feeling of a woman for a long time, I never even felt it when I nursed my kids. (That was a chore).
Letting things be wasn't going to be. I asked my husband if he remembered Alice, the girl I talked about when we first met? No he didn't, or well maybe he did. He didn't understand, that was his excuse, when I told him she was in town and we had found each other again.
Alice and I are together now, we live with my kids and my husband lives down the street. I'm not divorced, it's complicated and it will be financially ruinous for both of us, not to mention the kids. The kids have accepted Alice, but they are still trying to figure it out. No, they really don't understand. That's also why I maintain a very close relationship with my husband and give him as much sex as he wants.
Alice has nice breasts, I love her breasts, and I love sharing my breasts with her. It's a woman thing. Men have their penis, women have their breasts.
But once upon a time I had no choice in the matter. I already had a fixation on my breasts but I had been conditioned to look for a boyfriend. The guy I went with was nice but there was never any chemistry. Once he had me hold his penis. I did but don't think I got any feelings from it. Letting go was the best part, not for me. My next time was with my fourteen year old neighbor, a very nice looking girl. She had nice breasts and I touched a girl's pussy for the first time, and I kissed her there for a very long time. It was the first time I felt chemistry and I couldn't stop kissing her or holding her (embarrassing as it was for her). We were close until I left for college.
In college, leaving my girlfriend at home was hard and I cried for her, I just couldn't be away from her. But leave that alone. I went to a party, a mixer for freshman and I left with sperm in my belly. It was horrible. I'm not kidding. Every boy was there to screw some girl and I happened to have been a girl and he was going to screw me and he did. The next morning he brushed his teeth with my toothbrush. The next morning he made me, telling me to do it and shut up already, make him breakfast. I also got a bare butt spanking. At first bent over his knee and then bent over the kitchen table. It stung real bad and it was more humiliating than when my father spanked us. There wasn't any discussion about it, I was his girlfriend like it or not. The worse part really was having to suck his penis. That was conscious, me doing it, him fucking me was just lay back and let him.
He fucked me a lot. I guess all 19 year old boys are always ready to fuck. He suddenly discovered my breasts. They were a novelty to him, he liked me over him letting my breasts down for him to suck. That was also conscious, but far less embarrassing than sucking his penis. I also never did understand what it is with his penis. Like I was supposed to worship it. I didn't. I was a good girlfriend, he couldn't have had a better girlfriend. And I washed his clothes without having to be asked. I remember sitting with my mother folding clothes and that's what it felt like. Folding clothes is a one of those home feelings. That and cleaning up and having the place look presentable. Like I said, I was a good girlfriend.
All four years, well four and half because he was late in graduating, I was a good girlfriend. Once out he told me it was time. Just suck it up and do it. I said no, not without a ring. Girlfriends don't get pregnant. Wives get pregnant. That's why he signed papers. That's why I signed papers. No papers, no babies.
Twenty years, two houses, three kids. But I never felt chemistry. My girlfriend from my neighborhood came to see me, she was in town for her job. The hello kiss went on and on and on, I couldn't let go. She told me she was in a relationship. But she felt the chemistry too and I pushed her down on the couch and got to her breasts, and opened my shirt for her and time came to a complete stop. It was like 25 years hadn't passed. We made love, we didn't have sex, we made love, back and forth. Until we just laid there touching lightly with a finger, those parts that girls don't touch on other girls. Not usually unless you are laying beside her and you are both naked. That afternoon I really loved my breasts. I hadn't felt that feeling of a woman for a long time, I never even felt it when I nursed my kids. (That was a chore).
Letting things be wasn't going to be. I asked my husband if he remembered Alice, the girl I talked about when we first met? No he didn't, or well maybe he did. He didn't understand, that was his excuse, when I told him she was in town and we had found each other again.
Alice and I are together now, we live with my kids and my husband lives down the street. I'm not divorced, it's complicated and it will be financially ruinous for both of us, not to mention the kids. The kids have accepted Alice, but they are still trying to figure it out. No, they really don't understand. That's also why I maintain a very close relationship with my husband and give him as much sex as he wants.
Alice has nice breasts, I love her breasts, and I love sharing my breasts with her. It's a woman thing. Men have their penis, women have their breasts.
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