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Obsessions
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Lesbian Female / 31
Caught Like A Fish On A Hook, I Can't Get Lose
At home we were pretty much self contained, school, church, family. Everyone we met were close family or friends. It wasn't until I went to college that I was around strangers. My first year was dorm required and I was in a four girl suit, two rooms one bathroom. It's the first time I saw non family nude. My roommate slept in panties only, topless. Shower time could be communal depending on time constraints. I found out I had a real thing about other girl's tits. A real thing.
My roommates made fun of me, holding my face between their tits. I slowly learned I had a real tit finish. I gravitated to girls who enjoyed sharing their tits with me, for loving on, touching, admiring. It wasn't dating, it was something else, kissing a girl awakened me sexually. It took another lesbian girl to call me out.
I left college with my head on straight, with at least one small affair behind me. I took a job in NY and rented a place in the village. Four girls, two rooms, one bath. My room was one full size bed, I told the girl I didn't mind sharing. She didn't either, wanted to establish hierarchy and forced herself on me the first night I was there. I met my first dyke, a year older, and I was her girlfriend.
It was a whirlwind romance, my first true love. Adapting to her took some time, and only after we moved did we really get into the rhythm of living together. Like all the girls I liked, she had great tits. The love affair lasted six months, until I met Cassandra.
Three years later my father died, I spent a few days with my mother. I left hone at 18, at 27 I was a different woman. While with my mother. I went out with two cousins. A friend of theirs tagged along. They had bet him he couldn't get into my pants. I left home back to my job and girlfriend carrying his mementos inside of me.
At 31 I'm a single Mom. I live close to work, have a small car. He pays child support, and claims visitation. Every lifestyle decision I make, has his input. I've tried Clorox, but he's still there. As long as he pays he has a right to his views, if my actions in some way has an influence on his child.
I'm in a do loop and I can't get out of it, or make it stop.
My roommates made fun of me, holding my face between their tits. I slowly learned I had a real tit finish. I gravitated to girls who enjoyed sharing their tits with me, for loving on, touching, admiring. It wasn't dating, it was something else, kissing a girl awakened me sexually. It took another lesbian girl to call me out.
I left college with my head on straight, with at least one small affair behind me. I took a job in NY and rented a place in the village. Four girls, two rooms, one bath. My room was one full size bed, I told the girl I didn't mind sharing. She didn't either, wanted to establish hierarchy and forced herself on me the first night I was there. I met my first dyke, a year older, and I was her girlfriend.
It was a whirlwind romance, my first true love. Adapting to her took some time, and only after we moved did we really get into the rhythm of living together. Like all the girls I liked, she had great tits. The love affair lasted six months, until I met Cassandra.
Three years later my father died, I spent a few days with my mother. I left hone at 18, at 27 I was a different woman. While with my mother. I went out with two cousins. A friend of theirs tagged along. They had bet him he couldn't get into my pants. I left home back to my job and girlfriend carrying his mementos inside of me.
At 31 I'm a single Mom. I live close to work, have a small car. He pays child support, and claims visitation. Every lifestyle decision I make, has his input. I've tried Clorox, but he's still there. As long as he pays he has a right to his views, if my actions in some way has an influence on his child.
I'm in a do loop and I can't get out of it, or make it stop.
