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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 42
My American Lover
I am an immigrant, I arrived in 2003 at the age of 22. I have an aunt who had emigrated years earlier, not for economic reasons, but because she was a lesbian. My family is very wealthy. I arrived with my University degree, and my eyes wide open to live with my aunt, as I too am a lesbian. My dreams all those days and nights before I was able to emigrate were of finding a girl and having one long night of sex with no one looking over my back.
I found my aunt living in a small apartment in a poor neighborhood working as a hair dresser. She was not happy to have me and she spent the first night telling me how things really were. I would have to get a job and don't think that my University degree would be respected, it wouldn't be. I would have to work in a clerical or service job. I had to pay my share of the rent. My bed was in her room with her, even when she had a lover over. She watched me get dressed and undressed and insisted that she could watch me in the bath. She liked naked young girls too and I was in her house.
I got a job working through a temp agency at a small business while a woman was out on maternity. The owner of the business was from my home country and he only wanted to speak to me in our language. He was very aggressive with me and told me that his wife was old and he had room in his house for a younger wife. That first day he saw me at the bus stop and told me he would take me to my aunt's apartment. He was very angry that I was living there, it was a notorious neighborhood of gay people. In my aunt's apartment he was very upset that I had to sleep on the small bed in her bedroom with her. Most of my belongings were still in my travel cases because there was no where to store them.
Taking my travel cases, he grabbed me by the arm and half carried me out to his car and told me he was taking me with him to be a wife in his home. My second night in America a man thirty three years older than me had sex with me all night. His formal wife spent all the next day telling me all the rules I had to obey. I was give a room of my own, but without a key. Refusing my 'husband' was grounds for me to be thrown out with the trash. My 'husband' trained me for him, and she taught me with words. She was very clear that as she had never been able to have children, that is what I was there for.
I was kept at home with her, learning how to live in America. I became pregnant immediately and she pampered me all through my pregnancy and after I delivered my first child she had a very big party of her friends and neighbors to celebrate that a son had been born in their house. I felt I was living in a village in my country. I saw my aunt only rarely. she resented my father and his wealth and the life that my mother had. Now I would learn.
Any opportunity to meet a girl was out of the question. I lived at home with my husband's formal wife and I spent my days being pregnant. With three children I had not time to myself. Everyone around me was happy, finally after all those years there were children in the house. My husband's wife told her friends how she took care of me, fed me, pampered me, and taught me how to be a mother.
When I did meet a girl, she was my firstborn's teacher at the primary school. It was instant with me, I longed for her all day and all night. When I spoke to her my heart raced and I drove home with tears in my eyes. I was always very polite but she allowed me to hug her, a small hug that you give teachers of your son, and one day I accidently kissed her cheek. She allowed herself to be held longer and I passed my kiss across her lips. A very dangerous thing, even in America. A prohibited relationship that could never happen. If my husband found out I would be banished back to my country without my children, a failed woman.
It took five long years before we were able to hold each other as lovers. Five years of waiting, of crying, of longing for her touch. When love did come to us we were inseparable. My husband was no longer interested in me, I had given him his children and he was too old for a younger wife. We found time together, she had an apartment to herself, and we were able to find love there.
We are forty year old women now, we have been lovers in the flesh for ten years and belong to each other for another five. My day is brighter when I am with her. My day darkens when I go home with my husband and his wife. The joy of giving them the children they never had is now a thing of the past. My children are American and they spend as much time as they can with their friends. Their names are chosen by them to be American, not the ones given to them at birth. My eldest son wants me to be happiest and he works hard to find ways for me to spend time with my lover.
I found my aunt living in a small apartment in a poor neighborhood working as a hair dresser. She was not happy to have me and she spent the first night telling me how things really were. I would have to get a job and don't think that my University degree would be respected, it wouldn't be. I would have to work in a clerical or service job. I had to pay my share of the rent. My bed was in her room with her, even when she had a lover over. She watched me get dressed and undressed and insisted that she could watch me in the bath. She liked naked young girls too and I was in her house.
I got a job working through a temp agency at a small business while a woman was out on maternity. The owner of the business was from my home country and he only wanted to speak to me in our language. He was very aggressive with me and told me that his wife was old and he had room in his house for a younger wife. That first day he saw me at the bus stop and told me he would take me to my aunt's apartment. He was very angry that I was living there, it was a notorious neighborhood of gay people. In my aunt's apartment he was very upset that I had to sleep on the small bed in her bedroom with her. Most of my belongings were still in my travel cases because there was no where to store them.
Taking my travel cases, he grabbed me by the arm and half carried me out to his car and told me he was taking me with him to be a wife in his home. My second night in America a man thirty three years older than me had sex with me all night. His formal wife spent all the next day telling me all the rules I had to obey. I was give a room of my own, but without a key. Refusing my 'husband' was grounds for me to be thrown out with the trash. My 'husband' trained me for him, and she taught me with words. She was very clear that as she had never been able to have children, that is what I was there for.
I was kept at home with her, learning how to live in America. I became pregnant immediately and she pampered me all through my pregnancy and after I delivered my first child she had a very big party of her friends and neighbors to celebrate that a son had been born in their house. I felt I was living in a village in my country. I saw my aunt only rarely. she resented my father and his wealth and the life that my mother had. Now I would learn.
Any opportunity to meet a girl was out of the question. I lived at home with my husband's formal wife and I spent my days being pregnant. With three children I had not time to myself. Everyone around me was happy, finally after all those years there were children in the house. My husband's wife told her friends how she took care of me, fed me, pampered me, and taught me how to be a mother.
When I did meet a girl, she was my firstborn's teacher at the primary school. It was instant with me, I longed for her all day and all night. When I spoke to her my heart raced and I drove home with tears in my eyes. I was always very polite but she allowed me to hug her, a small hug that you give teachers of your son, and one day I accidently kissed her cheek. She allowed herself to be held longer and I passed my kiss across her lips. A very dangerous thing, even in America. A prohibited relationship that could never happen. If my husband found out I would be banished back to my country without my children, a failed woman.
It took five long years before we were able to hold each other as lovers. Five years of waiting, of crying, of longing for her touch. When love did come to us we were inseparable. My husband was no longer interested in me, I had given him his children and he was too old for a younger wife. We found time together, she had an apartment to herself, and we were able to find love there.
We are forty year old women now, we have been lovers in the flesh for ten years and belong to each other for another five. My day is brighter when I am with her. My day darkens when I go home with my husband and his wife. The joy of giving them the children they never had is now a thing of the past. My children are American and they spend as much time as they can with their friends. Their names are chosen by them to be American, not the ones given to them at birth. My eldest son wants me to be happiest and he works hard to find ways for me to spend time with my lover.
