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Anything Goes
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Bi-Sexual Female / 27
Going Straight Is Much Harder Than Just Getting Married
Fed up with my life I moved back home to get a new start. My parents never said 'shape up, get married, have kids, etc.' But that's why I moved back.
I met a man, old enough, good job and all that, next door neighbor boy. I said I can adapt, cooking and cleaning can't be that hard. I played the part, the wedding was everything my mother had dreamt for me. At the church before the march down the isle she sat me down and asked if I was sure. I told her I could handle it, she said she was worried that I would revert to my wild ways.
I got pregnant right away, took home making seriously, joined the young married group at church. Little by little I started to fish tail here and there. Public kissing was out, and for that matter ant touching or hugging. Then I started dreaming of my nurse at the OB's office.
Months and months passed passed after the birth and I refused sex. Taking care of my new baby was what I wanted to do. The rest I didn't do. I excused it all as being too tired, but at night I hugged my pillow and dreamt with my nurse. My feelings were back. I sat and listened to my husband's complaints, and as soon as he was done complaining I got up and forgot everything he had said.
My nurse crush said I was projecting, and she wanted a man in her life, not a crazy girl. It finally set in, and it broke my heart. I am doing better, being close with my husband. I fessed up to him about my wild days, and he said 'for better or for worse'.
I met a man, old enough, good job and all that, next door neighbor boy. I said I can adapt, cooking and cleaning can't be that hard. I played the part, the wedding was everything my mother had dreamt for me. At the church before the march down the isle she sat me down and asked if I was sure. I told her I could handle it, she said she was worried that I would revert to my wild ways.
I got pregnant right away, took home making seriously, joined the young married group at church. Little by little I started to fish tail here and there. Public kissing was out, and for that matter ant touching or hugging. Then I started dreaming of my nurse at the OB's office.
Months and months passed passed after the birth and I refused sex. Taking care of my new baby was what I wanted to do. The rest I didn't do. I excused it all as being too tired, but at night I hugged my pillow and dreamt with my nurse. My feelings were back. I sat and listened to my husband's complaints, and as soon as he was done complaining I got up and forgot everything he had said.
My nurse crush said I was projecting, and she wanted a man in her life, not a crazy girl. It finally set in, and it broke my heart. I am doing better, being close with my husband. I fessed up to him about my wild days, and he said 'for better or for worse'.
