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Obsessions
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Lesbian Female / 36
I Was Set Up In Las Vegas And Got Married, To A Jewish Man
In late high school I got my first very deep crush on a girl. She and I were on the softball team, I played outfield and she was a pitcher. Her brother was killed in an airplane accident with her stepfather and I wanted to reach out to her, to hug her, to hold her, to tell her I loved her. She rejected me completely, calling me a queer and get away from her. I went into a rejection depression, which lasted well into college.
In college at a party I went to, this girl pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. I didn't go yuck or anything like that, I just didn't know what to say or how to react, So she put her hand on my chest and fondled me and kissed me again. The next hand was up between my legs, still kissing me. I was so shaken up about it that I didn't even realize that this was all in public, and other people were watching. Or that she had been dared to kiss me. Well she wasn't a so called lesbian but she liked it too and followed me around and wanted to kiss me again. It was our first out and out lesbian moment together, the kissing and fondling, and undressing. We went all the way, we went down on each other.
She was first in falling in love and I followed later. We were like a high school couple in puppy love, except we were in college and we could get naked and have sex whenever we wanted to. We walked off campus after graduation with grand plans of being together. We got jobs, and lived together. It is impossible to say how often and how deeply we made love. It was our first love affair and touching each other was every day all day long. We were silly. But now we were in the working world and there were a whole lot of different people, older, wiser, richer and poorer. Some really dumb and some quite frankly never launched, totally immature. This applied to both males and females.
After five years, things began to cool down. She had met a woman and was cheating on me. It took a long six months before she confessed to me and told me she wanted to move out. I was so hurt I told her she should still live with me, and that woman was going to be a memory. But she moved out and moved in with her. It crushed me.
At my work, far away from me was a man that had his eye on me. He was totally disappointed that I was a lesbian. He had told a mutual acquaintance that what I needed was to grow up and get away from that college behavior. The first day I met him, the first thing he told me is that I had good baby making hips, and with his help I could put out the babies. I learned he was Jewish and that he wanted a Jewish family and values. I learned that he had put the word out that I was on his menu. One day in the hall, with a pen, he lifted my chin up and told me I had baby nursing breasts, not all girls did. He repeated over and over that he wanted me to make his some babies. No one sat beside me, no one got between us. Anytime there was something I was shoved beside him. The girls in my department asked me when I was going to start making babies for him.
I went to a conference for the HR field, which is what I did at the company. It was in Las Vegas. I walked out of the conference and he was there. He took me aside and put a ring on my finger, a honking diamond. He knew my size, it fit perfectly. With his arm around my shoulders he escorted me out of the hotel and to this 'chapel' where the papers were waiting, all filled out waiting on my signature. It was totally unconsensual, sign here and here because our appointment to get married was at 6:30. I got married without even brushing my teeth. Now it was time to make babies.
He wanted babies. I was never on birth control for obvious reasons. I had also never had heterosexual intercourse. I was his virgin. He made me write out my period and cycle, so he would know when he had to go to work to get me pregnant. As it turned out I was at the beginning of my fertile period, and he took advantage of it. I had no experience, I didn't know that a man had a limit, so he had to keep coming back after he recharged his batteries. That first night in my hotel room he came back to me four times. The bed was totally unmade and the towels were all wet and used. The next morning one of the girls that was with me asked me if I was pregnant yet. She knew he was coming. She helped him set it up. She wanted me to get married and get pregnant, join her and the other girls in that department. As to my lost girlfriend, I would get over that, I was married now, now I could focus on making a family.
In college at a party I went to, this girl pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. I didn't go yuck or anything like that, I just didn't know what to say or how to react, So she put her hand on my chest and fondled me and kissed me again. The next hand was up between my legs, still kissing me. I was so shaken up about it that I didn't even realize that this was all in public, and other people were watching. Or that she had been dared to kiss me. Well she wasn't a so called lesbian but she liked it too and followed me around and wanted to kiss me again. It was our first out and out lesbian moment together, the kissing and fondling, and undressing. We went all the way, we went down on each other.
She was first in falling in love and I followed later. We were like a high school couple in puppy love, except we were in college and we could get naked and have sex whenever we wanted to. We walked off campus after graduation with grand plans of being together. We got jobs, and lived together. It is impossible to say how often and how deeply we made love. It was our first love affair and touching each other was every day all day long. We were silly. But now we were in the working world and there were a whole lot of different people, older, wiser, richer and poorer. Some really dumb and some quite frankly never launched, totally immature. This applied to both males and females.
After five years, things began to cool down. She had met a woman and was cheating on me. It took a long six months before she confessed to me and told me she wanted to move out. I was so hurt I told her she should still live with me, and that woman was going to be a memory. But she moved out and moved in with her. It crushed me.
At my work, far away from me was a man that had his eye on me. He was totally disappointed that I was a lesbian. He had told a mutual acquaintance that what I needed was to grow up and get away from that college behavior. The first day I met him, the first thing he told me is that I had good baby making hips, and with his help I could put out the babies. I learned he was Jewish and that he wanted a Jewish family and values. I learned that he had put the word out that I was on his menu. One day in the hall, with a pen, he lifted my chin up and told me I had baby nursing breasts, not all girls did. He repeated over and over that he wanted me to make his some babies. No one sat beside me, no one got between us. Anytime there was something I was shoved beside him. The girls in my department asked me when I was going to start making babies for him.
I went to a conference for the HR field, which is what I did at the company. It was in Las Vegas. I walked out of the conference and he was there. He took me aside and put a ring on my finger, a honking diamond. He knew my size, it fit perfectly. With his arm around my shoulders he escorted me out of the hotel and to this 'chapel' where the papers were waiting, all filled out waiting on my signature. It was totally unconsensual, sign here and here because our appointment to get married was at 6:30. I got married without even brushing my teeth. Now it was time to make babies.
He wanted babies. I was never on birth control for obvious reasons. I had also never had heterosexual intercourse. I was his virgin. He made me write out my period and cycle, so he would know when he had to go to work to get me pregnant. As it turned out I was at the beginning of my fertile period, and he took advantage of it. I had no experience, I didn't know that a man had a limit, so he had to keep coming back after he recharged his batteries. That first night in my hotel room he came back to me four times. The bed was totally unmade and the towels were all wet and used. The next morning one of the girls that was with me asked me if I was pregnant yet. She knew he was coming. She helped him set it up. She wanted me to get married and get pregnant, join her and the other girls in that department. As to my lost girlfriend, I would get over that, I was married now, now I could focus on making a family.
