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Women Only
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Straight Female / 28
I Thought I Was Lesbian But Obviously I Hadn't Met The Right Man Yet
I went to college with the dream of being a writer. I got a degree in Creative Writing and had to get jobs doing things like waitress or secretary. I met this woman lawyer who pushed me into letting myself have sex with her. My first time, male or female. I liked it enough, especially the boob massages and nipple play which I admit got me wet and her tongue shooting in and out of my vagina. I had the big O my first time out. As these things go I became her new girlfriend and she helped me out by letting me live with her and not pay rent. Of course in return for me sleeping with her.
She worked for a big corporation in their legal department. She complained about her boss, the ultimate toxic male. She told me how bad it was every day. Same old story, he prevented her from getting ahead because she was female, he had in for her because she was lesbian, he only gave her the shit assignments. It got old but I kept my mouth shut. Until one day I asked her why she didn't just be nice to him. Why fight all the time. I got a lecture on the 'fight' for equality and how women have been marginalized since the beginning of civilization, and lesbians and gays have been targeted and kept from promotions. OK, so now what? Wasn't she a woman? Be nice to the man and he might actually like you.
Her boss, who is the department head, had his secretary asked for leave to take care of her mother who was recovering from cancer surgery and was on chemo. She got 90 days provided by law and my bed partner suggested to her boss that I could fill in until the secretary got back. So we went to work together. Everyone was nice and dressed up and everything, and her boss was very nice to me. He helped me feel at home and I got along great with him. He wasn't toxic at all. This led to continuous arguments back at the apartment, why couldn't I see what an ass he was and how he lorded it over the department?
I loved getting up and going to work, it was the first time in forever that I got up with something to do. I had to set my writing to one side, but I wanted to go to work. Working for him was so nice and he treated me so nice and he encouraged my writing. He was concerned about my orientation and cautioned me about getting involved with negative people. Hint, hint. The way he put it is that for some reason there were a lot of gays and lesbians who didn't like themselves and projected that on other people. Hint, hint. Like my partner? You mean her? Yes her, she wants to be a man but doesn't have the balls for it. That one.
He put his arms under my arms and cupped my breasts and rubbed himself against my ass. I bent over and lowered my panties and took his dick until he was satisfied. I felt bad afterwards, I cried actually at what I had done. He held my face and kissed me and told me I was a gem and what was I doing with her. I melted in his arms while he kissed me, rubbing my butt gently. I had never had sex with a man and hear I was in his arms not wanting him to let go.
He gave me this key to the Hyatt and told me he was taking me to the theatre. He told me to dress up and get made up for him. Hair and nails, all girly. No pushup bra necessary, there isn't much to push up but he liked kissing my sensitive nipples. He told me to come with a toothbrush and fresh pair of panties and be prepared to spend the night with him. I lied to my partner and told her I had a sleep over party for one of the girls birthday and I left and got ready at the hotel and we went to dinner and then the theatre. We had sex all night, he put on a show and had sex with me again in the morning. He kissed me all over, and 'took' me hard and long and made me cum, I was a rag doll in his hands. He ate my pussy, not like a girl either, his mouth was strong and intense and he fucked me with his tongue. It was a long night, a honeymoon night for me.
I left my partner to become his girlfriend. He encouraged me to write and convinced me to get a Master's degree. I write articles and stuff, but primarily I write for myself, maybe one day I will be published. I don't think much about those days with my partner, I've moved on, she is still at work being a difficult person. Why she doesn't like herself I don't know, she's intelligent and talented, but holds herself back. I hear about her from her toxic boss, even if I don't want to. I'm not interested any more. I have another life I want to be in. I'm quite happy under his roof.
She worked for a big corporation in their legal department. She complained about her boss, the ultimate toxic male. She told me how bad it was every day. Same old story, he prevented her from getting ahead because she was female, he had in for her because she was lesbian, he only gave her the shit assignments. It got old but I kept my mouth shut. Until one day I asked her why she didn't just be nice to him. Why fight all the time. I got a lecture on the 'fight' for equality and how women have been marginalized since the beginning of civilization, and lesbians and gays have been targeted and kept from promotions. OK, so now what? Wasn't she a woman? Be nice to the man and he might actually like you.
Her boss, who is the department head, had his secretary asked for leave to take care of her mother who was recovering from cancer surgery and was on chemo. She got 90 days provided by law and my bed partner suggested to her boss that I could fill in until the secretary got back. So we went to work together. Everyone was nice and dressed up and everything, and her boss was very nice to me. He helped me feel at home and I got along great with him. He wasn't toxic at all. This led to continuous arguments back at the apartment, why couldn't I see what an ass he was and how he lorded it over the department?
I loved getting up and going to work, it was the first time in forever that I got up with something to do. I had to set my writing to one side, but I wanted to go to work. Working for him was so nice and he treated me so nice and he encouraged my writing. He was concerned about my orientation and cautioned me about getting involved with negative people. Hint, hint. The way he put it is that for some reason there were a lot of gays and lesbians who didn't like themselves and projected that on other people. Hint, hint. Like my partner? You mean her? Yes her, she wants to be a man but doesn't have the balls for it. That one.
He put his arms under my arms and cupped my breasts and rubbed himself against my ass. I bent over and lowered my panties and took his dick until he was satisfied. I felt bad afterwards, I cried actually at what I had done. He held my face and kissed me and told me I was a gem and what was I doing with her. I melted in his arms while he kissed me, rubbing my butt gently. I had never had sex with a man and hear I was in his arms not wanting him to let go.
He gave me this key to the Hyatt and told me he was taking me to the theatre. He told me to dress up and get made up for him. Hair and nails, all girly. No pushup bra necessary, there isn't much to push up but he liked kissing my sensitive nipples. He told me to come with a toothbrush and fresh pair of panties and be prepared to spend the night with him. I lied to my partner and told her I had a sleep over party for one of the girls birthday and I left and got ready at the hotel and we went to dinner and then the theatre. We had sex all night, he put on a show and had sex with me again in the morning. He kissed me all over, and 'took' me hard and long and made me cum, I was a rag doll in his hands. He ate my pussy, not like a girl either, his mouth was strong and intense and he fucked me with his tongue. It was a long night, a honeymoon night for me.
I left my partner to become his girlfriend. He encouraged me to write and convinced me to get a Master's degree. I write articles and stuff, but primarily I write for myself, maybe one day I will be published. I don't think much about those days with my partner, I've moved on, she is still at work being a difficult person. Why she doesn't like herself I don't know, she's intelligent and talented, but holds herself back. I hear about her from her toxic boss, even if I don't want to. I'm not interested any more. I have another life I want to be in. I'm quite happy under his roof.
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