A Man Has My Number And Living Without Him Isn't Working Out

Pre pandemic I was a 25 year old senior accountant and I met this 19 year old who was living in a dump apartment with a bad influence older girl. I had this feeling that didn't let me sleep and I took her in where it was safe and warm. I woke up with her beside me and sun shone and I went to bed with her and the stars twinkled. I had never felt so alive and warm.

I didn't consider myself a lesbian then, although I recognized that she was a lesbian. She fell in love with me and I feel in love with her. All that hugging and some kissing and all that warmth under the covers and fixing her breakfast before I sent her off to school (yes I demanded she go to junior college if I was supporting her). Holding her against me in bed and telling her I loved her should have convinced me to just admit that I was a lesbian. But it didn't.

I had another relationship that was secret. I was seeing my boss and we were having sex in hidden places. His house was an hour commute so we had sex during lunch hour. He had taken, rented, a small furnished apartment near the office where we met to have sex. It was a weekly thing, anytime he told me to meet him there I rearranged my schedule to go meet him. I kept fresh panties at work so that I never showed up to see him with dirty panties.

Our sex was very oral, both ways, the act of intercourse was just the topping. I looked forward to his orgasm and receiving his cum. All afternoon I oozed cum and by the time I got home my fresh pair was obviously used. I washed a lot of panties and bought a lot of panties. I held him in my mind night and day. I was jealous and jealous can be. I loved him so much.

During the months of the pandemic it was just me and Kate. It was the most awful time. I couldn't see him and I died inside. When the company had to lay off a bunch of people he lost his job, and a month later I lost my job. Not able to afford the apartment I talked my mother into letting us move in with her (Kate and me). My mother told me straight up, that I needed to accept that Kate wasn't just a friend, I had all the markings of a lesbian, everyone, including Kate living with me. My mother's sister is a lesbian.

So much so that my mother did not put up a fight about us sleeping together. Just love her with all your might. My mother knew of the love problems of her sister and she didn't want to see me hurt. During those days when I was far away from him, we only had text and phone calls, I started to separate from him and focus on Kate.

In 2022 Kate and I moved out into our own place in my growing up town. We were a couple then, and my aunt had introduced us to the lesbian crowd. Not big, but alive and well. We socialized with them and lived openly as lesbians.

Then on New Year's Eve 2022 he came to town. To ' claim ' what was his. To take me back. The sex was overpowering and he lit all the fires back in me. My head spined I couldn't sleep. He told me the pandemic was bad and his wife was tired of him wanting me, so she sent him to see me, to determine which one was it, me or her.

We talked and agreed that divorcing her for me was a mistake. I had Kate. So that's where we stand. But the truth is that this last year has been empty for me. I think of him day and night. I miss sex with him. I can't text or call, that was the agreement. Now a year has gone by and I want to go to him and tell him I made a mistake.

But I can't give up Kate, he has to take us with him if he wants me at all.