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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 39
After All I Discovered I Never Needed A Man, Except For One Thing
Yes, there are 35 year old virgins. Things never happened my way. I am partly to blame, high expectations, Knight in Shinning Armor, all those things. I don't really believe in settling just to have a man. But I do believe in having children, always have and my clock was now going wild, reminding me every month that I have waited too long.
I decided that better someone than no one. I joined an online dating site, and then another, but I could not got there. I told a friend, female, and she offered her husband or her brother. Offered them, like stud services. She told me her brother would be a donor, because she asked, but didn't want to have anything to do with me, or even know me. Her husband told her that one more wouldn't hurt but I had to agree to have him involved all the way. Full parental rights, monitored pregnancy. He got his list off a 'how to hire a surrogate' advice sheet. But I could keep the baby and raise it, under his supervision.
Oh yes, no test tube baby stuff, if I was fertile then he would provide the sperm the old fashioned way.
You don't know how long thought about this. Months. I saw my friend regularly so we talked about it regularly, I ruled out her brother, I want the father involved. So after a lot of thinking about it, I agreed to sign the forms, prepared by a lawyer, giving him his parental rights and choice of religion, upbringing, etc. As he has the established home. Basically I make the baby, with his sperm, and I raise it under his supervision. My friend also agreed to bring a new baby via her husband and signed that she wasn't the other parent, I was. For whatever those papers mean.
When her husband and surrogate father found out I was a 35 year old virgin he laughed, then asked me if I was one of those, you know, lesbians. I said yes, and no. Yes, I'm a virgin, no I'm not a lesbian. They went all out, prepared me for this by making a reservation at the Hyatt, warm bath with rose petals, new untouched panties and night gown. She turned down the bed, prepared me, laughing a little, asked me if I wanted her to get me in the mood by massaging me and getting my clit hard. It was a whole process. She not only massaged me, she used her mouth and tongue, and used a small glass dildo to get me wet and available. Everything you might fantasize about when masturbating. Then she turned the lights down and let him strike.
The intercourse was not unpleasant but it was invading. Worse than my first pap smear. Her time with me wasn't. For me or for her. She confessed to me that she had a thing for me and wanted to participate. And she did. Every time we had intercourse, she spent some time with me first ensuring I was wet and receptive. After he was done she paid attention to me, lifting my hips onto a pillow so the sperm would flow into my cervix, then washed him off, and then paid attention to me personally. She is a woman with ample breasts and she shared them with me. That alone got me wet and receptive.
After I was confirmed as being pregnant she took over watching over me. She had oils and incense, and she gave me full body massage, using her breasts over me. We became close, closer than sisters, we became lovers and he stepped aside and let her live out her fantasy. She was present during the delivery and she presented the baby to her husband. Her g*ft to him. I found out what my breasts were for the old fashioned way with a baby latched on. So small compared to hers. Every time she hung over me with her breasts in my face, her nipples in my mouth, I got aroused for her and her hand and mouth. I knew that sooner than later she was going to give me to him, but for those few months after the baby came it was only the two of us. Where there's one there's two and he was itching to get the second baby started.
I'm not a lesbian, not really, I tell myself. Except that I'm in love now, not with a man but with a woman. Somehow she balances me and him. And when he is beside himself she prepares me to receive him, which now after two babies he can do what he wants. I know she is waiting for him be done to give me her special attention and that's what I need. I don't need a man. Not like that. I guess I never needed a man.
I decided that better someone than no one. I joined an online dating site, and then another, but I could not got there. I told a friend, female, and she offered her husband or her brother. Offered them, like stud services. She told me her brother would be a donor, because she asked, but didn't want to have anything to do with me, or even know me. Her husband told her that one more wouldn't hurt but I had to agree to have him involved all the way. Full parental rights, monitored pregnancy. He got his list off a 'how to hire a surrogate' advice sheet. But I could keep the baby and raise it, under his supervision.
Oh yes, no test tube baby stuff, if I was fertile then he would provide the sperm the old fashioned way.
You don't know how long thought about this. Months. I saw my friend regularly so we talked about it regularly, I ruled out her brother, I want the father involved. So after a lot of thinking about it, I agreed to sign the forms, prepared by a lawyer, giving him his parental rights and choice of religion, upbringing, etc. As he has the established home. Basically I make the baby, with his sperm, and I raise it under his supervision. My friend also agreed to bring a new baby via her husband and signed that she wasn't the other parent, I was. For whatever those papers mean.
When her husband and surrogate father found out I was a 35 year old virgin he laughed, then asked me if I was one of those, you know, lesbians. I said yes, and no. Yes, I'm a virgin, no I'm not a lesbian. They went all out, prepared me for this by making a reservation at the Hyatt, warm bath with rose petals, new untouched panties and night gown. She turned down the bed, prepared me, laughing a little, asked me if I wanted her to get me in the mood by massaging me and getting my clit hard. It was a whole process. She not only massaged me, she used her mouth and tongue, and used a small glass dildo to get me wet and available. Everything you might fantasize about when masturbating. Then she turned the lights down and let him strike.
The intercourse was not unpleasant but it was invading. Worse than my first pap smear. Her time with me wasn't. For me or for her. She confessed to me that she had a thing for me and wanted to participate. And she did. Every time we had intercourse, she spent some time with me first ensuring I was wet and receptive. After he was done she paid attention to me, lifting my hips onto a pillow so the sperm would flow into my cervix, then washed him off, and then paid attention to me personally. She is a woman with ample breasts and she shared them with me. That alone got me wet and receptive.
After I was confirmed as being pregnant she took over watching over me. She had oils and incense, and she gave me full body massage, using her breasts over me. We became close, closer than sisters, we became lovers and he stepped aside and let her live out her fantasy. She was present during the delivery and she presented the baby to her husband. Her g*ft to him. I found out what my breasts were for the old fashioned way with a baby latched on. So small compared to hers. Every time she hung over me with her breasts in my face, her nipples in my mouth, I got aroused for her and her hand and mouth. I knew that sooner than later she was going to give me to him, but for those few months after the baby came it was only the two of us. Where there's one there's two and he was itching to get the second baby started.
I'm not a lesbian, not really, I tell myself. Except that I'm in love now, not with a man but with a woman. Somehow she balances me and him. And when he is beside himself she prepares me to receive him, which now after two babies he can do what he wants. I know she is waiting for him be done to give me her special attention and that's what I need. I don't need a man. Not like that. I guess I never needed a man.
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