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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 36
Here We Are, Fifteen Miles From Town, We Are Ranch Girls Now
In the world of twisted things, I tell the story of us. There is he, his or him, there is she or her, his sister, and there's me. I met her my last year of college and we rapidly slipped into a forbidden intimate relationship. It was new to both her and me. He wasn't pleased with our frustrations, it upset him no end. At one point his frustration with us, went off the rails and he had sex with her. She took it badly as she should, he took it out on me. We graduated with babies in our bellies.
He moved us to a border state hidden away on a ranch to grow our babies, and deal with our frustrations. In our seventh month he took me in marriage, to give me a name to 'belong' to him. When it was time for the babies a midwife came to attend to us. We both presented within 48 hours, and the midwife recorded me with fraternal twins, the sole birth mother.
His business endeavors bore fruit, other than the fruit born from our wombs. Our frustrations by then had been watered, pruned and cared for and we were in full bloom. The babies, blessed with four arms to cradle them and four mother's breasts to nurture them grew and grew, healthy and strong. Our ranch house, stark and simple, became our home.
Our twin boys are young men, his business is going strong, our frustrations are stronger than ever, she's my lantern, my life guide, my lover, my friend. Our ranch house has grown as the twins have demanded more room, our garden, and our pool, transformed the back yard. We have enough space for two golden retrievers who own the outside. They too are twins, from the same litter.
He moved us to a border state hidden away on a ranch to grow our babies, and deal with our frustrations. In our seventh month he took me in marriage, to give me a name to 'belong' to him. When it was time for the babies a midwife came to attend to us. We both presented within 48 hours, and the midwife recorded me with fraternal twins, the sole birth mother.
His business endeavors bore fruit, other than the fruit born from our wombs. Our frustrations by then had been watered, pruned and cared for and we were in full bloom. The babies, blessed with four arms to cradle them and four mother's breasts to nurture them grew and grew, healthy and strong. Our ranch house, stark and simple, became our home.
Our twin boys are young men, his business is going strong, our frustrations are stronger than ever, she's my lantern, my life guide, my lover, my friend. Our ranch house has grown as the twins have demanded more room, our garden, and our pool, transformed the back yard. We have enough space for two golden retrievers who own the outside. They too are twins, from the same litter.
