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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 40
Lesbian Life In The Thin Air Of My Social Circle
I am a dual national mixed race Mexican-American wealthy lesbian.
So, what's the big deal. My mother's family from Connecticut are in the shipping business, with ships. My father is from Mexico City, industrialist family. We grew up in both Mexico and the US.
Prepuberty I was ordinary, very typical girl. Following puberty I was awakened in the form of one maid who introduced me to sex and lesbian feelings. In college, a small liberal school where I majored in Art History I played around, with other girls. Lots of fun, but nothing serious. I spent two years in France, some pretty heavy dykes there. After returning to Mexico I became involved with a much older woman who hosted lesbian only parties.
One day I mentioned to her that I couldn't see myself 'married' to another girl. She introduced me to a plastic surgeon who had just returned from Switzerland where he did his training. At 33 he was looking for a socially acceptable educated woman to marry, and she had to be Mexican.
I fit perfectly, right age, right background and social standing, educated abroad, didn't mind if he had girlfriends as long as he didn't mind if I had girlfriends. The marriage was arranged, we got married, honeymooned in Europe, where he bought a boat and made arrangements for it. We came back pregnant. He has his boat, his girlfriends, I have my home, my kids, my girlfriend. Ana. She is a younger me, same school I grew up in.
Being lesbian is allowed, but not in the open. Ana is a rising artist. I'm here biggest cheerleader. My husband has his boat, when he's not making older women beautiful. And younger women looking for cleavage. One day maybe he will make me beautiful, I never lacked cleavage.
So, what's the big deal. My mother's family from Connecticut are in the shipping business, with ships. My father is from Mexico City, industrialist family. We grew up in both Mexico and the US.
Prepuberty I was ordinary, very typical girl. Following puberty I was awakened in the form of one maid who introduced me to sex and lesbian feelings. In college, a small liberal school where I majored in Art History I played around, with other girls. Lots of fun, but nothing serious. I spent two years in France, some pretty heavy dykes there. After returning to Mexico I became involved with a much older woman who hosted lesbian only parties.
One day I mentioned to her that I couldn't see myself 'married' to another girl. She introduced me to a plastic surgeon who had just returned from Switzerland where he did his training. At 33 he was looking for a socially acceptable educated woman to marry, and she had to be Mexican.
I fit perfectly, right age, right background and social standing, educated abroad, didn't mind if he had girlfriends as long as he didn't mind if I had girlfriends. The marriage was arranged, we got married, honeymooned in Europe, where he bought a boat and made arrangements for it. We came back pregnant. He has his boat, his girlfriends, I have my home, my kids, my girlfriend. Ana. She is a younger me, same school I grew up in.
Being lesbian is allowed, but not in the open. Ana is a rising artist. I'm here biggest cheerleader. My husband has his boat, when he's not making older women beautiful. And younger women looking for cleavage. One day maybe he will make me beautiful, I never lacked cleavage.
