Lesbian Female / 31
Playing With Fire Behind My Husband's Back
In my early years I was happy to be a girl. My grandmother took care of us after school and she had tea parties, dress up, show girls, makeup parties. My favorite dress was pink, frilly pink.
Then after puberty I became withdrawn, anti social. I refused to wear girly clothes, I wore boy boxer shorts with the redundant fly. I cut my hair short, hugged and held down my sister's friends when they came over. At one of her sleep overs I forced one of her to allow me to examine her genitals in great detail, visually and tactilely.
I came very close to taking her in my mouth. I was sixteen, and hooked on naked girls. I had porn, but I also had gym. The coach noticed my behavior and called me in. It was a cautionary warning from one lesbian to another.
My first sexual experience came soon after with my coach. We remained lovers until I graduated. By then I was experienced and I was well aware I was a lesbian and saw life through that lens. College was an all lesbian experience. A small liberal arts college where lesbian life ruled.
But after college I ran into a sexual predator. By the time I pulled myself together there wasn't any innocence left. Over the months and years that followed he has ruled my life. He had serious objections to my lesbian life. Over these years I have modified my behavior, my dress, my friends. I am also older and maybe wiser. I rarely urge for a lesbian liaison. My most often urge is for a married friend who plays footsy with me. She has kissed me, followed by an apology. Followed by another strong hug, and a wet kiss on the cheek. I invite her attention and don't reject her advances.
It's hidden from view and never talk about it. Waiting for the moment we engage in uncompromised lesbian behavior.
Then after puberty I became withdrawn, anti social. I refused to wear girly clothes, I wore boy boxer shorts with the redundant fly. I cut my hair short, hugged and held down my sister's friends when they came over. At one of her sleep overs I forced one of her to allow me to examine her genitals in great detail, visually and tactilely.
I came very close to taking her in my mouth. I was sixteen, and hooked on naked girls. I had porn, but I also had gym. The coach noticed my behavior and called me in. It was a cautionary warning from one lesbian to another.
My first sexual experience came soon after with my coach. We remained lovers until I graduated. By then I was experienced and I was well aware I was a lesbian and saw life through that lens. College was an all lesbian experience. A small liberal arts college where lesbian life ruled.
But after college I ran into a sexual predator. By the time I pulled myself together there wasn't any innocence left. Over the months and years that followed he has ruled my life. He had serious objections to my lesbian life. Over these years I have modified my behavior, my dress, my friends. I am also older and maybe wiser. I rarely urge for a lesbian liaison. My most often urge is for a married friend who plays footsy with me. She has kissed me, followed by an apology. Followed by another strong hug, and a wet kiss on the cheek. I invite her attention and don't reject her advances.
It's hidden from view and never talk about it. Waiting for the moment we engage in uncompromised lesbian behavior.
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