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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 40
I Know, It's Not Maybe, But I'm Married Twenty Years With 3 Kids
As an inexperienced college student I made a physical pass on a girl I liked. The rejection was immediate and hard. I went back to my apartment, feeling small and hurt. A friend called a and convinced me to go out for pizza. We ran into some friends she knew and we went to their apartment for some fun. I woke up with an urge for the bathroom to vomit, there was a guy I didn't know, and I had been sexually exploited, both vaginally and anal. My mind slowly brought back the picture. In the kitchen, he came up to me, we smoked something, he felt me up and we went to a bedroom. He forced anal on me, before finishing in me. Now I was in the bathroom emptying my guts.
Men don't share. He put me into his vise, controlling and abusive emotionally. He had sex with me, this time in my apartment. The domestication had started. Mostly in my apartment, I had to deal with a pregnancy. My roommate convinced me I had to tell him before doing anything. He took it poorly, but prohibited me from doing anything. Before the fog cleared I was married, a Mrs. and pregnant.
A college student. I had to tell my parents. That went badly, at least I wasn't telling them I thought I was lesbian. Was, now I was married and pregnant. I managed to finish college with a little one, my now husband did too and we were off to the races. We moved, had kids, he got promoted. We turned forty, I met a lady lawyer. She flirted, let her legs crossed flashing her panties. It was love at first site, overwhelmed my senses. She lay on the bed, small, like a girl. I fell on her, clumsy, never made love to a girl. Except in my mind.
The affair was all I thought of, at the expense of my marriage and children. He noticed, it took him one conversation to expose me. As a man he had one rule. I was his wife, period. No affair. Period. Now it was my turn to do the rejecting. The affair was over before it started.
The affair ended, but not the memories.
Men don't share. He put me into his vise, controlling and abusive emotionally. He had sex with me, this time in my apartment. The domestication had started. Mostly in my apartment, I had to deal with a pregnancy. My roommate convinced me I had to tell him before doing anything. He took it poorly, but prohibited me from doing anything. Before the fog cleared I was married, a Mrs. and pregnant.
A college student. I had to tell my parents. That went badly, at least I wasn't telling them I thought I was lesbian. Was, now I was married and pregnant. I managed to finish college with a little one, my now husband did too and we were off to the races. We moved, had kids, he got promoted. We turned forty, I met a lady lawyer. She flirted, let her legs crossed flashing her panties. It was love at first site, overwhelmed my senses. She lay on the bed, small, like a girl. I fell on her, clumsy, never made love to a girl. Except in my mind.
The affair was all I thought of, at the expense of my marriage and children. He noticed, it took him one conversation to expose me. As a man he had one rule. I was his wife, period. No affair. Period. Now it was my turn to do the rejecting. The affair was over before it started.
The affair ended, but not the memories.
