Born Female

with so much discussion as to what's male what's female, I will join in. I'm female, I have a uterus, developed breasts which can and have produced milk, i have clitoris, and i have female emotions. i never felt female per se. from the earliest i was competitive and did better with males than with females. you never saw me in the kitchen, i was with my father and the men around the chess board.

i don't recall ever during my development years having developed a crush on a male. i had friends, but no crushes. i did have jealous attachments to females, i never recognized them as crushes. one such attachment has lasted for over thirty years. we outgrew the sex part and are now in the deep platonic zone. in college i had a friend from venezuela who force ate my pussy, my first orgasm. but i didn't like her. i have always since my earliest had a huge attraction to curves and breasts. the art in my home is all female form and some is nude. i have one original of a nude girl in repose that is over my son's bed. i loved the female nude body. just ask my husband, i have dragged him through all sorts of museums to see nudes. in fact on one trip to france i forced him to face the painting of L'Origine du monde. A beautiful full expression of woman's open vulva. my husband said it was obscene i think its magnifique. i love pussy pictures.

as to my husband. I didn't ask for it for sure. i was held down by the neck which i had no defense for. i was screaming at him and to shut me up he fucked me. i shut up. not what he said or what he did, he shut me up with his stare. i was well aware that i was no match for an angry male like him. it's not R unless you call it R. it was my introduction to a male in heat for me. i crawled off the bed and he sent me to get him a cold glass of water. i returned covering myself with my blouse which he promptly discarded. naked. he wanted to see me naked. then he fucked me again. i learned that men need their women to be naked.

i married him three years later out of some sort of submission. it was submission because it not only brought him to my bed it put me in the kitchen. five years later he complained that i had not even tried to get pregnant. after several weeks of having discarded the bc i lay on my back following his eyes as he approached to impregnate me. if that isn't submission what is. women submit to men it's just that when it's your turn it's a whole head trip you have to get used to. i still submit to him, he can shut me up with a look. zip i'm not talking.

i was forty something when i acknowledged to myself that as female as i was i was a lesbian. and my love interest was my friend who i love dearly. one only pussy eating but it was an all in lesbian pussy eating. i just didn't like that girl. my husband has for a long time let my relationship with my friend exist and flourish. during a particularly hard time financially for her she lived with us for three years one hundred percent supported by my husband. he knows she is my most important human on earth, other than him and my kids.

our sexual activity has diminished considerably, to non existent. he has had a series of young office girls, some i like some i don't. one girl in particular was near and dear to me but she made some real bad judgement calls and it was best if she dealt with her problems herself. so sad. i have another favorite. she loves to cook and we cook sunday meals and holiday meals. she loves to set the table and decorate and we spend a lot of quality time together. my passion joins us for every holiday and most sundays. we sit across from each other and my husband's love interest sits beside him where he can hold her hand when he is talking. oh, she is so beautiful. and her love eyes for him, hmmmm.