Once His Woman, Always His Woman

When I first confessed to this, to a friend I met at work, she went ape shit on me, yelled out words like r**e and abuse and all that. I was shocked when she told me I should be ashamed of even talking about it. I thought she was my friend.

You see, I was twelve. He was nineteen. I was at a sleepover with his sister, sleeping in the guest room. I was trapped when I woke up, held by him, his hands pushing my panties down from under my nightgown. His penis, so hot, pushing and rubbing against my butt cheeks, my butt crack, until he positioned me to 'stick it in'. All the way, to fuck me until he came inside of me. Before releasing me he told me I was his woman.

I woke up with him, I had my panties back on, but he didn't have anything on. When he woke he kissed me and in a moment he was hard again, having pulled my panties off, he was fucking me, this time face to face, calling me his woman.

I was his woman, before he went off to college I was his woman. But at college he got a girl pregnant and I lost out and had to hear from my friend all about the wedding. From time to time when he was in town I was his woman. By the time I finished college he had a family.

I have had other men in my life, but I just can't get to the point of being their woman. When I see HIM, I'm HIS woman, as often as he wants me.