I Was Raised To Be A Lesbian

For some of you who aren't in the community it may be a surprise to you that your mother wants you to be a lesbian, like her. I was raised from the time I was born to be a lesbian. My parents, both lesbian women, were good parents. I got a great education, I was part of a very loving family. Except no men around. Like half the world was gone. I had to deal with men, men at Church, men on the street. Men, the whispers were, are the 'enemy', they want you for sex, to subject you and make you their slave. Well not quite those words, but the message was loud and clear. Any hope of having a true adult life as a woman, could only come about if I grew up and became a lesbian and found my life partner.

When I say that I never once spent more than ten minutes with a man, it's true. Men, and boys, were the enemy. Not to be trusted, what they wanted meant subservience to them. I heard that word, subservience, a lot growing up. So no men, no boys. I went to a very small North Eastern college with nothing but lesbians. A lesbian heaven of sorts. Every bathroom had menstrual products, because there were no men's bathrooms. There were no urinals on campus.

Lesbian sexual activity was rampant, in one bed, into another bed. Do you like the redhead look, how about the Italian look. It was all there. Choose them by their tits, what about that girl over there. Make love, but most importantly have sex so you figure out what kind of girl you want to spend the rest of your life with. But by all means have sex, you won't get pregnant.

I grew up with a more or less Alpha female, not my mother, she was the subservient partner. The 'wife', if you want to call it that. Oh, and the 'me' in the equation, what happened there? a quickie under the bleachers, a mysterious old man with a limp. Who is that man who gave up his sperm? I didn't know, I had no father, I was conceived like Jesus, an immaculate conception. My parents never talked about it. Things happen, even with lesbians.

I had my share of lesbian sex, and a few lesbian crushes. Sex yes, believe me I had figured out what kind of tits turned me on, and I was one of the few that wanted my girl to wear a bush, a small one, but bush. I liked the soccer girl type, from the time I was three. All my real 'lesbian' crushes were on soccer girl types. The same thing, over and over. I did not like the heavy set girls. I worshiped athleticism. On the field and in the showers after the game. That I can eat, those tits I can suck. I'm no Alpha, I'm not a dyke, I am submissive, I am subservient. My room growing up had soccer girl posters. Soccer girls all have small tits. I fell for soccer girls with balls.

P.S., someone has to make the bed, even in a lesbian household.

I finished college with my degree in Useless Knowledge and wore my engagement ring with pride (pride of being engaged, I never had anything for the Pride types). My promised one was the Captain on the soccer team, and Captain on the Rugby team. If she was a looker on the field, imagine her in the showers. To kiss her wet pussy in the shower I would crawl a mile. I made the bed, I cooked and I kept the place up. I love being the 'wife' and have no desire to be the Alpha, that's what's she is there for. I'm subservient to her. I kiss her ass. I do what she says. I ask her for permission. I'm the girl lesbian. And yes, she fucks me. And that's how I like it.

Married with a new condo that cost an arm and a leg I get the call of the wild. It comes on out of nowhere. Every pregnant girl I see, every baby I see, drives me crazy. I want that baby bump, I want that baby on my tit. I get this overwhelming feeling, for the first time in my life my breasts and my pussy are sex organs, to be satisfied with a baby. My wife tells me to cool it, to wait, we are young, not even twenty five. But the call of the wild will not wait. I'm the girl lesbian and damn it I want a baby. I haven't saved my tits and my vagina for nothing. Give me a fucking baby. I cry at night. Cry until she relents and says go ahead, just don't ever tell her who fucked me.

Baby's come from men. I came from a man. The agreement amongst lesbians is the man is to be kept secret, even from him. Pick carefully, genes matter. If you are shooting for boys, well that's already a problem, then you better find an Alpha male. If you want girls then maybe an Artist, a Musician, a man with a soul. It's up to you, but it is your hunt. And he doesn't need to know.

My baby Daddy knows. He's an Alpha type, and he lords it over us. My Alpha wife has had to learn that's a fight she can't win, and that's where our babies are coming from. An Alpha male, I want boys in my life, little swinging dicks. I need men around me.