Sharing A Couple Of Things That Are Intertwined But Shouldn't Be

I have two things I want to 'confess' about.

The first is the woman next door while I was growing up. She lived with a 'boarder', an English teacher at the high school. She kidded me all the time about how I was growing out my 'titties'. One day, I was 12 then, I was at her house and she and her 'boarder' were having lunch so they asked me to sit down with them. She asked me if my Mom had talked to me about the birds and bees.

I sat there with them and she told me how my titties would get me in trouble and how life was a football game and the boys played offense and the girls played defense. She brought out an aspirin and told me to keep it, whenever I was around boys to hold it with my knees and keep them shut like that till the boys left. 'Look, I'm not saying that a boy isn't something, what I'm saying is don't let a boy get to your pussy until you are a lot older'.

One day when I came home from school there was this large truck next door and they were moving all the furniture. I went over to find out what was going on and I was told that they had to move because the owner didn't like having women like her there. I asked my Mom about that, she was very silent. Sometimes there are things that young girls don't need to know about it.

Second thing

I grew up and never forgot about my neighbor and my titties and holding the aspiring between my legs and not letting any boys get to my pussy. I was finishing my degree at the university and a man I met grabbed my knees and force them open and told me not to hide my pussy from him. He got his dick out and fucked me. I had to get married after that because I was pregnant.

He is a man who treats me like I'm a teenager. It is easy to just be a teenager and everything goes right. I'm supposed to be a woman when it comes to running the house and taking care of the children. But when it comes to authority, well then I'm a teenager. He doesn't use a whip, or slaps me around or anything. He just uses his voice and I snap back into being a teenager. He works hard and I can work if I want to, but he wants me to be around to raise my children.

I ran into my neighbor at of all places the doctor's. She was there because she had dropped something on her foot and it was infected. We talked out there in the doctor's waiting room. She asked me if I had done well, and she could see I was married (ring on my finger). It felt like I could talk to her, all the years just went away and I told her I kept my legs closed until this man came along and he demanded my pussy. I had to get married.

That's ok she told me, is he a good man, does he beat you? Does he provide? Is he nice to you? How about your children. does he provide for them? Is he nice to them? All those things were true I told her, but he treats me like a little girl. 'Well to him you are a little girl'. 'His little girl'.

I asked her if she still had her boarder. 'Oh yes, she's doing fine. You know she has always had those titties, makes a woman go crazy' And then out of nowhere she said 'you know come to think about it, she is my little girl'. 'If that husband of yours loves you half as much as I love my little girl, then quit complaining about it, you are one lucky number'.

I guess I'm just telling this because she helped me realize that to my husband I will always be a little girl, and yes he does love me, sometimes I think he loves me too much.