Straight Female / 47
Being His Lover Is My Role In The Relationship
In high school I was trapped in a bathroom and almost r**ed. I got out, but never said anything. I heard later of girls being r**ed at parties. I had no way of knowing whether the same guy did it, what I did know is I got away.
In my senior year of college before graduation I attended a lecture on personal security. One of the speakers was a woman who claimed to have been r**ed. After the lecture I stuck to her and asked to speak to her in private. I told her about that incident way back in high school. She assured me I was lucky, but also that I had kept my wits about me and escaped. We went on, I told her I hadn't dated, or gotten close with anyone, in fact I was still a virgin.
She told ne to get out there, take the risk, let a guy tear off my pantie. Of the two worlds, being wanted and desired was the one intended. Keeping myself guarded was denying me the most important g*ft life had for me. I wasn't helping, I was denying. I was stunned at what she told me, including that r**e was many times an after the event construction. Have fun, snd be careful, I was meant to have sex.
I tried but I was unsuccessful, I was so used to keeping my distance. When I did 'succeed' it was all wrong, with a married coworker. He became overly protective, demanding absolute commitment, saw me mostly after work at my apartment, before going home to his wife. I adapted to my new life, which was purely sexual, and often. Sex was possessive, he enjoyed knowing no one else had been there, my virginity to him is what made me special.
When after three years I talked with his wife, she laughed at me 'what did I expect him to do? Let me see other men? That's crazy'. She told me she had figured out a long time ago that he had a girl. Better a quiet lover, than a scandal. She didn't approve, but she approved of me. I was the perfect lover. She had no jealousy, and neither did I. Knowing he was sleeping with her never bothered me.
This affair has lasted over twenty years, not one single ugly moment. She's the perfect wife.
In my senior year of college before graduation I attended a lecture on personal security. One of the speakers was a woman who claimed to have been r**ed. After the lecture I stuck to her and asked to speak to her in private. I told her about that incident way back in high school. She assured me I was lucky, but also that I had kept my wits about me and escaped. We went on, I told her I hadn't dated, or gotten close with anyone, in fact I was still a virgin.
She told ne to get out there, take the risk, let a guy tear off my pantie. Of the two worlds, being wanted and desired was the one intended. Keeping myself guarded was denying me the most important g*ft life had for me. I wasn't helping, I was denying. I was stunned at what she told me, including that r**e was many times an after the event construction. Have fun, snd be careful, I was meant to have sex.
I tried but I was unsuccessful, I was so used to keeping my distance. When I did 'succeed' it was all wrong, with a married coworker. He became overly protective, demanding absolute commitment, saw me mostly after work at my apartment, before going home to his wife. I adapted to my new life, which was purely sexual, and often. Sex was possessive, he enjoyed knowing no one else had been there, my virginity to him is what made me special.
When after three years I talked with his wife, she laughed at me 'what did I expect him to do? Let me see other men? That's crazy'. She told me she had figured out a long time ago that he had a girl. Better a quiet lover, than a scandal. She didn't approve, but she approved of me. I was the perfect lover. She had no jealousy, and neither did I. Knowing he was sleeping with her never bothered me.
This affair has lasted over twenty years, not one single ugly moment. She's the perfect wife.
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