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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 34
As An Adult Female With All My Faculties I Have These Observations
My first time was in the bent over the arm of the couch position, hoping I wasn't going to get it up the butt. I came, how couldn't I. I learned a lot that night.
As I went on and graduated with a degree and into the real world I became more and more aware that I was designed to be fucked. All the foreplay and so on led to the same thing, I got fucked. I preferred getting fucked bent over, maybe a vestige of my first time. It just went in farther, and I rubbed my clit on the arm of the sofa while he fucked me. Missionary was good too, but that was when I wanted to feel loved. To feel safe. But when I was too hot to handle, bend me over and do your thing.
I found out the hard way that if you don't obey things between the two of you get out of hand pretty fast. I realized that I was built to obey, I wanted to obey. I obeyed. If I wanted to go out with my friends I asked permission. Not 'will you give me permission to go out?', it is more 'do you mind it I go out?' If he says he minds, I don't go out, or buy that dress. If Daddy's happy, Mommy's happy sort of thing.
In my house my husband is the center of authority. I encourage it and want my children to grow up respecting and obeying their Daddy. Mommy obeys, babies obey. Daddy is the boss of the house. I am wired to look to him for authority.
In general life I observe that these things pretty much are the common thing. With your boss, with the police, with your Minister. If you have a female boss, she is something like the supervisor, you look for the Man that is the Boss. The CEO. I don't know if I could ever work where a woman is the ultimate boss, it would feel upside down and wrong. And for sure she would run into a buzzsaw when she met my husband.
My first fifteen years were in a house with a father at the head of the table. He left, seems like greener fields called him. Life became impossible and I ended up over the back of the arm of a couch with a deep voiced male on my back. It took once for me to obey him. I won't say he replaced my father, he took his place though.
I quit trying to excerpt my authority on men a long time ago, when I was fifteen and a man had me where he wanted me. Like a chip that needs programing, I got programmed that night and I've been okay ever since.
As I went on and graduated with a degree and into the real world I became more and more aware that I was designed to be fucked. All the foreplay and so on led to the same thing, I got fucked. I preferred getting fucked bent over, maybe a vestige of my first time. It just went in farther, and I rubbed my clit on the arm of the sofa while he fucked me. Missionary was good too, but that was when I wanted to feel loved. To feel safe. But when I was too hot to handle, bend me over and do your thing.
I found out the hard way that if you don't obey things between the two of you get out of hand pretty fast. I realized that I was built to obey, I wanted to obey. I obeyed. If I wanted to go out with my friends I asked permission. Not 'will you give me permission to go out?', it is more 'do you mind it I go out?' If he says he minds, I don't go out, or buy that dress. If Daddy's happy, Mommy's happy sort of thing.
In my house my husband is the center of authority. I encourage it and want my children to grow up respecting and obeying their Daddy. Mommy obeys, babies obey. Daddy is the boss of the house. I am wired to look to him for authority.
In general life I observe that these things pretty much are the common thing. With your boss, with the police, with your Minister. If you have a female boss, she is something like the supervisor, you look for the Man that is the Boss. The CEO. I don't know if I could ever work where a woman is the ultimate boss, it would feel upside down and wrong. And for sure she would run into a buzzsaw when she met my husband.
My first fifteen years were in a house with a father at the head of the table. He left, seems like greener fields called him. Life became impossible and I ended up over the back of the arm of a couch with a deep voiced male on my back. It took once for me to obey him. I won't say he replaced my father, he took his place though.
I quit trying to excerpt my authority on men a long time ago, when I was fifteen and a man had me where he wanted me. Like a chip that needs programing, I got programmed that night and I've been okay ever since.
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