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Women Only
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Straight Female / 30
The Nightmare Of Incompatible Visions
24 and full of life I met a 34 year old man who had just recently returned from a four years abroad. Not my department, not in my line of supervision. So I agreed to have lunch with him. He hadn't had an American girl in two years, not since his last visit to the home office. And it was too much for him and he ended up on top of me at my apartment for an early afternoon nooner. He was hungry for sex, starving for sex, sex with an American woman. He told me that 'those' women were always figuring out a way to trap an expat and the only way he could be sure was to wear a condom and withdraw and never finish in them. Very unsatisfying. But now he could finish properly, no condom, and pump himself dry in an American girl. Except that the American girl got pregnant.
His vision from the beginning, which in part I attribute to his living abroad, was to sit in the drawing room, in his smoking jacket and cognac while the wife cleaned the kitchen with one on the hip, one on the tit and another one in the oven. Traditional doesn't come close to his vision. He sat and waited for me to serve him. Any complaint, no matter how minor, and he repeated his same answer, did I have a dick? No, well then get to serving.
He never made the bed, he never cleaned the bathroom, not even the shower. He never picked up, or ran the vacuum cleaner. He never did the groceries, or cook dinner. He got used to maids and admired the foreign women's commitment to home and children. He did get on and fucked himself silly, sometimes two and three times, emptying himself until there wasn't another drop possible. That I was pregnant was a small inconvenience, getting me pregnant again was expected. Sure, I didn't work. Not outside the house. And he had money from working overseas and he bought 'me' a nice house and I had a nice car to drive. HIS WIFE WOULD NEVER WORK. No, she is there to serve him. One on the hip, one on the tit and another in the oven. It will soon be 1900.
His vision from the beginning, which in part I attribute to his living abroad, was to sit in the drawing room, in his smoking jacket and cognac while the wife cleaned the kitchen with one on the hip, one on the tit and another one in the oven. Traditional doesn't come close to his vision. He sat and waited for me to serve him. Any complaint, no matter how minor, and he repeated his same answer, did I have a dick? No, well then get to serving.
He never made the bed, he never cleaned the bathroom, not even the shower. He never picked up, or ran the vacuum cleaner. He never did the groceries, or cook dinner. He got used to maids and admired the foreign women's commitment to home and children. He did get on and fucked himself silly, sometimes two and three times, emptying himself until there wasn't another drop possible. That I was pregnant was a small inconvenience, getting me pregnant again was expected. Sure, I didn't work. Not outside the house. And he had money from working overseas and he bought 'me' a nice house and I had a nice car to drive. HIS WIFE WOULD NEVER WORK. No, she is there to serve him. One on the hip, one on the tit and another in the oven. It will soon be 1900.
