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Women Only
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Straight Female / 24
Sometimes A Man Has It On His Mind And If It's You?
I worked for a local manufacturing firm. I was dating one of the guys on the floor (I worked as a secretary support upstairs). I found a small manila envelope in my chair after lunch, it had one picture, the man I was dating sucking another man's cock. Who left it I was supposed to never find out, but it did shock me and of course I broke off with him, thankful that we never had sex. So much for being young and out on your own.
I got promoted, a small raise and a bigger title, Executive Secretary. I was only 24 but my boss liked me and thought it best to keep me and as he put it to me, he was willing to pay for me not to run around. He meant it, don't run around. He became quite possessive, No dating, no men. Period. He would take care of me and that was enough for me. He said and he said I needed to pay attention.
He of course wanted sex, but not sex like a wham bang. He wanted mommy sex, all soft and cuddly and kisses and stuff. He wanted sex with the lights down low and slow intercourse, fully penetrated, depositing his sperm. No sex like what a 24 year old should expect. He wanted me in the mommy state, all blown up and walking like a duck. He wanted me with a baby stuck to my tit.
I was 24 and I wasn't sure that I wanted to go down that path right then, maybe in ten years, but not then. Mommy wasn't on my mind, but mommy was on his mind and mommy it was going to be. All blown up like a balloon for him, reading up on mommy stuff and names for little ones. And buying little gowns and blankets and getting a crib ready for him. Lamaze classes, and breast feeding night gowns and bras. For a 24 year old it seemed so out of place, but it was so, my breasts had grown another size and my belly, well I had ballooned out and my hind end looked like a barn. How can a 24 year old look like that, how could my rear end gain three sizes, my thighs and arms.
Mommy material he told me, from the day he met me. And mommy was what he had in mind. Slow intercourse he told me, slow and sure and he would hit the mark, straight up my cervix it would go. Lay back now, he said, lay back and hold your hips up so that it can go in and he could hit the cervix square on. He wanted so much for me to be a mommy, and now that it is done, he says I look like Hypo, all big and round.
One day, just fooling around, laying on my back in the sun, I asked him about that man, the one from the floor that I had dated. He said that he was gone and good riddance to him. I asked if he knew that he was gay and he said he wouldn't know about that. Then, I asked, how did you know to leave that picture on my chair? I couldn't have you dating that man, not even a little bit, had to bring an end to it, he said.
Some girls don't understand, a man has a need sometimes to make a girl a mommy and that need happened with you. And that's all that matters now, you being a mommy and giving me a son. But how did you know he was gay? But I didn't ask, I don't want to know. Some things sometime are best left alone, as my mother has told me over and over. I'm going to be a mommy now and that's what matters.
I got promoted, a small raise and a bigger title, Executive Secretary. I was only 24 but my boss liked me and thought it best to keep me and as he put it to me, he was willing to pay for me not to run around. He meant it, don't run around. He became quite possessive, No dating, no men. Period. He would take care of me and that was enough for me. He said and he said I needed to pay attention.
He of course wanted sex, but not sex like a wham bang. He wanted mommy sex, all soft and cuddly and kisses and stuff. He wanted sex with the lights down low and slow intercourse, fully penetrated, depositing his sperm. No sex like what a 24 year old should expect. He wanted me in the mommy state, all blown up and walking like a duck. He wanted me with a baby stuck to my tit.
I was 24 and I wasn't sure that I wanted to go down that path right then, maybe in ten years, but not then. Mommy wasn't on my mind, but mommy was on his mind and mommy it was going to be. All blown up like a balloon for him, reading up on mommy stuff and names for little ones. And buying little gowns and blankets and getting a crib ready for him. Lamaze classes, and breast feeding night gowns and bras. For a 24 year old it seemed so out of place, but it was so, my breasts had grown another size and my belly, well I had ballooned out and my hind end looked like a barn. How can a 24 year old look like that, how could my rear end gain three sizes, my thighs and arms.
Mommy material he told me, from the day he met me. And mommy was what he had in mind. Slow intercourse he told me, slow and sure and he would hit the mark, straight up my cervix it would go. Lay back now, he said, lay back and hold your hips up so that it can go in and he could hit the cervix square on. He wanted so much for me to be a mommy, and now that it is done, he says I look like Hypo, all big and round.
One day, just fooling around, laying on my back in the sun, I asked him about that man, the one from the floor that I had dated. He said that he was gone and good riddance to him. I asked if he knew that he was gay and he said he wouldn't know about that. Then, I asked, how did you know to leave that picture on my chair? I couldn't have you dating that man, not even a little bit, had to bring an end to it, he said.
Some girls don't understand, a man has a need sometimes to make a girl a mommy and that need happened with you. And that's all that matters now, you being a mommy and giving me a son. But how did you know he was gay? But I didn't ask, I don't want to know. Some things sometime are best left alone, as my mother has told me over and over. I'm going to be a mommy now and that's what matters.
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