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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 37
I'm Unconventional, I Married A Man And I Have Children
As the world turns I am now 37, married to a male chauvinist pig, with a four year old and a six month old boy. At one time, 20 years ago then, I was a left wing zealot, eating pussy and smoking dope. I went to a liberal college and studied journalism and got involved against the patriarchy and fought against those that shamed menstruation. My ideal was a woman who taught women's studies and put men to shame, she was so good.
I left college and went to San Francisco, but never lived there I was in Oakland in a piss filled complex with addicts on the streets. I got pissed on by an addict who decided he hated me. I left Oakland that afternoon and never looked back. I ended up in mid America working as a proof reader for an industrial publication. That's where I met Marie.
Marie is an old time lesbian, who took me under her wing and told me to get laid and stop talking nonsense. Life as a lesbian was always bad, sugar coated and all that. The other word for lesbian is lonely. No kids, no home, no man. Learn how to suck dick and fold his underpants, spread your legs and clean the toilets. There is only one thing worse than a woman who gives it all up to be with a man, and that's a bitter old lesbian who no one can stand. In short, get my ass married and shut up.
It wasn't easy, I hated all men. The idea of spreading my legs so a man could stick his dick in me brought up bile and vomit. Sucking a dick, forget it. I'd rather be a bitter old lesbian than do that. Marie did not let up and she pushed me, shoved me, changed the way I looked, taught me that tits are a woman's best friend, that and sucking dick. Suck dick, figuratively and physically. Make him know he's the man. If you are still looking for pussy you're fucking up.
I got it from behind, I couldn't look. I turned over and suffered through it. He insisted on talking to me, telling me I was 'still' pretty tight. I didn't tell him he was the first man with a dick in my vagina. I did what I had to do, I sucked his dick and told him he was the 'man'. I washed clothes and attempted dinner and wine. I went to baseball games and the car show and sat around with straight wives talking about kids and mothers in law. I sucked his dick when I couldn't take it any more, it was the only way I could face it one more day. I threw a birthday party for his 35th and told him to knock me up. Just fuck me and get me pregnant. I was 32.
Marie threw me a baby shower and told me to get married. Get a ring and name, don't go around with a different name than your children. Keep sucking dick, show him he's the man. Fold his underpants and match his socks. And tell him you 'love him' and want to be his wife. I got married at an outside venue in a flowing gown around my belly and sucked his dick that night. He wanted 'pussy'. I knelt on the bed and bent down and spread my legs and let him fuck me that way. In all my days I never thought I would be pregnant and letting a man fuck me at the same time.
I'm 37, my son is six months old. He's still 'on the tit' and I'm staying home. Really since I got married I've stayed home. I never tried working from home. I suck dick, because that's what I have to do to stay sane, remind me that he's the man. I've got the housewife routines down and I have friends, other mothers with kids the same age. Marie is the Godmother and she keeps me from saying or doing something that will 'ruin' everything. I'm sticking it out, and he is sticking it in me. As much as I have desires for a woman, and it never goes away, I can't identify with his desire for a woman. And it's a desire, and I suck his dick when he gets that way. I suck his dick until I get revved up enough so that I can lay back and spread my legs and let him get on me and stick his dick in me. He likes missionary, looking into my eyes. Yeah he's the man, alright. He's the man. He's into 'making love'.
I left college and went to San Francisco, but never lived there I was in Oakland in a piss filled complex with addicts on the streets. I got pissed on by an addict who decided he hated me. I left Oakland that afternoon and never looked back. I ended up in mid America working as a proof reader for an industrial publication. That's where I met Marie.
Marie is an old time lesbian, who took me under her wing and told me to get laid and stop talking nonsense. Life as a lesbian was always bad, sugar coated and all that. The other word for lesbian is lonely. No kids, no home, no man. Learn how to suck dick and fold his underpants, spread your legs and clean the toilets. There is only one thing worse than a woman who gives it all up to be with a man, and that's a bitter old lesbian who no one can stand. In short, get my ass married and shut up.
It wasn't easy, I hated all men. The idea of spreading my legs so a man could stick his dick in me brought up bile and vomit. Sucking a dick, forget it. I'd rather be a bitter old lesbian than do that. Marie did not let up and she pushed me, shoved me, changed the way I looked, taught me that tits are a woman's best friend, that and sucking dick. Suck dick, figuratively and physically. Make him know he's the man. If you are still looking for pussy you're fucking up.
I got it from behind, I couldn't look. I turned over and suffered through it. He insisted on talking to me, telling me I was 'still' pretty tight. I didn't tell him he was the first man with a dick in my vagina. I did what I had to do, I sucked his dick and told him he was the 'man'. I washed clothes and attempted dinner and wine. I went to baseball games and the car show and sat around with straight wives talking about kids and mothers in law. I sucked his dick when I couldn't take it any more, it was the only way I could face it one more day. I threw a birthday party for his 35th and told him to knock me up. Just fuck me and get me pregnant. I was 32.
Marie threw me a baby shower and told me to get married. Get a ring and name, don't go around with a different name than your children. Keep sucking dick, show him he's the man. Fold his underpants and match his socks. And tell him you 'love him' and want to be his wife. I got married at an outside venue in a flowing gown around my belly and sucked his dick that night. He wanted 'pussy'. I knelt on the bed and bent down and spread my legs and let him fuck me that way. In all my days I never thought I would be pregnant and letting a man fuck me at the same time.
I'm 37, my son is six months old. He's still 'on the tit' and I'm staying home. Really since I got married I've stayed home. I never tried working from home. I suck dick, because that's what I have to do to stay sane, remind me that he's the man. I've got the housewife routines down and I have friends, other mothers with kids the same age. Marie is the Godmother and she keeps me from saying or doing something that will 'ruin' everything. I'm sticking it out, and he is sticking it in me. As much as I have desires for a woman, and it never goes away, I can't identify with his desire for a woman. And it's a desire, and I suck his dick when he gets that way. I suck his dick until I get revved up enough so that I can lay back and spread my legs and let him get on me and stick his dick in me. He likes missionary, looking into my eyes. Yeah he's the man, alright. He's the man. He's into 'making love'.
