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Straight Female / 29
I Can't Be Someone I'm Not
I stood there and let him feel up my boobs. He then had me lower my pants, he touched me, explored and told me he liked a closely kept garden not a wild jungle. After being dismissed, I crossed paths with the next dancing girl.
Why he picked me is a mystery but he did. First he asked me to look over the business books for him, not that I knew anything about books. He made me a signatory on the bank account at his office, everything had to go past me. If someone was stealing he would blame me. He liked me, and liked hugging me from behind. He didn't want me at that place, or with those girls. Undressing for him was personal, not anonymous like on the floor.
I lowered my pants for him one day, I was wearing a well kept garden, he put his palm on me and rubbed hard against my clit. I lost control and gave him an orgasm, which always pleased him. He kissed my there and held me at arms length. I knew that day I wasn't just one of his favorite girls, he was enchanted with me and I stepped forward into his arms and ran my hands through his hair.
When he wanted yo distance me from his business and I went to work for a friend of his in a real estate office I knew he was in love with me. He couldn't marry a stripper, I had to become mainstream first. I got a ring, and we set a date. When people asked where we met I told them we met at the bank, not dancing for him in a private session.
Going mainstream, respectable, was hard. I didn't know how to behave. These ladies had never been in a club. I wondered which one of them had ever shown off their 'tits' in a crowd. I went to a 'coach', a rehabilitation coach, for hookers and whores and strippers like me. Walk like this, don't prance. Dress like this, don't show. Talk like this, imitate the other ladies. Don't look at men like that, guard your eyes.
I walked down the isle, no strippers in the pews. I stood alone up there, my people weren't there. I went mainstream, I didn't belong. I 'missed' my friends, the club, the money. I didn't want a household allowance, I wanted my money in my G-string. I wanted the freedom of my tits.
We are 'friends' with benefits, I maintain a well kept garden, I dance but nothing else. I like him, but don't love him. Friends, with benefits, HIS warm palm on my ****, that's what makes me happy. We ARE still married.
Why he picked me is a mystery but he did. First he asked me to look over the business books for him, not that I knew anything about books. He made me a signatory on the bank account at his office, everything had to go past me. If someone was stealing he would blame me. He liked me, and liked hugging me from behind. He didn't want me at that place, or with those girls. Undressing for him was personal, not anonymous like on the floor.
I lowered my pants for him one day, I was wearing a well kept garden, he put his palm on me and rubbed hard against my clit. I lost control and gave him an orgasm, which always pleased him. He kissed my there and held me at arms length. I knew that day I wasn't just one of his favorite girls, he was enchanted with me and I stepped forward into his arms and ran my hands through his hair.
When he wanted yo distance me from his business and I went to work for a friend of his in a real estate office I knew he was in love with me. He couldn't marry a stripper, I had to become mainstream first. I got a ring, and we set a date. When people asked where we met I told them we met at the bank, not dancing for him in a private session.
Going mainstream, respectable, was hard. I didn't know how to behave. These ladies had never been in a club. I wondered which one of them had ever shown off their 'tits' in a crowd. I went to a 'coach', a rehabilitation coach, for hookers and whores and strippers like me. Walk like this, don't prance. Dress like this, don't show. Talk like this, imitate the other ladies. Don't look at men like that, guard your eyes.
I walked down the isle, no strippers in the pews. I stood alone up there, my people weren't there. I went mainstream, I didn't belong. I 'missed' my friends, the club, the money. I didn't want a household allowance, I wanted my money in my G-string. I wanted the freedom of my tits.
We are 'friends' with benefits, I maintain a well kept garden, I dance but nothing else. I like him, but don't love him. Friends, with benefits, HIS warm palm on my ****, that's what makes me happy. We ARE still married.
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