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Women Only
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Straight Female / 63
My Story, Not That Interesting But You Might Like It
At the time I lived in a two story four unit old place in Kansas City. I was 19 and working shifts at a pizza parlor. At four in the morning I was waken by my door being knocked down and a fireman grabbing me and literally throwing me over his shoulder and racing me out of the building. There I stood, naked except for my panties, in the cold, barefoot and I saw the place burn down. I lost everything, not that I had that much. I was naked, except that this man had taken off his coat and put it around me.
There wasn't much, the man with the jacket took me home with him and found some clothes of his daughter's that fit more or less. His wife fixed coffee and breakfast and we watched the news on this little 12 inch black and white, but the fire didn't make the news. He worked for the city and was on his way home after his shift ended at four. They loaned me a bed but I couldn't sleep.
I stayed there for weeks, months, and years. I worked part time, and went to school. First I wanted to be a stewardess but I was too short, then I wanted to do hair, but that didn't work. Then I went to business college and he got me a job for the city. Their daughter had left for college and was married with a kid. I was small, tiny little thing, with no tits or hips. I weighed 105 pounds sopping wet. He was a bear of a man, and he liked giving me bear hugs and lifting me me off my feet. Big kisses, ass grabs, you name it, tumble on top of me and hammer away over and over until somehow he got it out of him and then, fall off to the side snoring away.
How he didn't break my hips, I guess nature provides for that. His sweet wife slept through his visits to my room. She never complained or said anything, I was her daughter now that her real daughter had flow the coop and was living in California. Then he had a heart attack, mid coitus the report said. He died later that day. At least he died doing what he liked his best friend said, when I go that's how I want to go. Embarrassing really, I had to sit with his wife and just stare at each other. She said something about how he loved me, he had found me and brought me home, like a puppy dog and kept me. I lived with her for ten more years until she died and she left me the house, her daughter was doing well out their in California.
I sold the house, it was too much for me and moved to a better part of town and in small town house. All mine. I was the only one in the complex who owned her house out right. I met a man there and I had sex with him, he was potent he said. Man was he potent. He liked small girls. I reminded him that I hadn't been a girl for along time. OK, women, but when he went for it, he liked small girls. I didn't mind. We moved in together and more or less lived married but we never did officially. I owned my house and I wasn't giving him half just because he was potent.
I'm a small woman, still 105 pounds. The years show on me, my hair turned grey so I paint it. I still work for the city but am eligible for retirement. When he retires we are going off on a vacation. Maybe he will get potent while we are away. I still like it, believe it or not.
There wasn't much, the man with the jacket took me home with him and found some clothes of his daughter's that fit more or less. His wife fixed coffee and breakfast and we watched the news on this little 12 inch black and white, but the fire didn't make the news. He worked for the city and was on his way home after his shift ended at four. They loaned me a bed but I couldn't sleep.
I stayed there for weeks, months, and years. I worked part time, and went to school. First I wanted to be a stewardess but I was too short, then I wanted to do hair, but that didn't work. Then I went to business college and he got me a job for the city. Their daughter had left for college and was married with a kid. I was small, tiny little thing, with no tits or hips. I weighed 105 pounds sopping wet. He was a bear of a man, and he liked giving me bear hugs and lifting me me off my feet. Big kisses, ass grabs, you name it, tumble on top of me and hammer away over and over until somehow he got it out of him and then, fall off to the side snoring away.
How he didn't break my hips, I guess nature provides for that. His sweet wife slept through his visits to my room. She never complained or said anything, I was her daughter now that her real daughter had flow the coop and was living in California. Then he had a heart attack, mid coitus the report said. He died later that day. At least he died doing what he liked his best friend said, when I go that's how I want to go. Embarrassing really, I had to sit with his wife and just stare at each other. She said something about how he loved me, he had found me and brought me home, like a puppy dog and kept me. I lived with her for ten more years until she died and she left me the house, her daughter was doing well out their in California.
I sold the house, it was too much for me and moved to a better part of town and in small town house. All mine. I was the only one in the complex who owned her house out right. I met a man there and I had sex with him, he was potent he said. Man was he potent. He liked small girls. I reminded him that I hadn't been a girl for along time. OK, women, but when he went for it, he liked small girls. I didn't mind. We moved in together and more or less lived married but we never did officially. I owned my house and I wasn't giving him half just because he was potent.
I'm a small woman, still 105 pounds. The years show on me, my hair turned grey so I paint it. I still work for the city but am eligible for retirement. When he retires we are going off on a vacation. Maybe he will get potent while we are away. I still like it, believe it or not.
