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My Family
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Lesbian Female / 24
Torn From My Paola I'm Back Home Figuring Out How To Get Back To Her
I returned from college and looked for a job in my home town. A town of 100 thousand people, mostly rural and in the middle of the Bible belt. I kept my college years private. No I didn't leave a boyfriend behind. I left a girlfriend behind. Socially I went out with my parents and met their friends and of course CHURCH. Always CHURCH.
At church I met this girl. Her name is Paola, she's Argentinean. Small, petite, very very pretty. I think her tits are tiny, but her nipples are wired so that any kiss or pinching drives her wild. As to her pussy, well I had never been around a Latina. These girls have hair, lots of hair on the head, that's why they wear such long black hair, and have eyebrows and eyelashes. Well why wouldn't hair show up down there. I had literally never eaten a girl who wasn't shaved and neat and put together. But she has this smell when we are close and personal. I put my nose in her pussy and just breathe in through my nose. My very first experience with pheromones and sex smell calling me forward.
We wanted solitude, the ability to just go out and play around. She has a friend who lives in New Mexico. We ran away. Really I told my parents I was going out there for a couple of months, to see what life in the desert was like. In New Mexico, at her friend's place, she is a very out lesbian, we had sex daily, twice daily, as many times a day as we could make it happen. Her friend took her and shaved and waxed her until her pussy and bottom were so smooth, but her sex smell is still strong and overpowering. I got shaved and waxed too, but whose counting. Naked, little girl pussy, tiny tits and kisses. Talk about a package. I was lost in heaven.
And just when we were so far gone we wanted to elope, along comes one of my mother's friends' son. A cop. He came to get me, to take me back. My mother had gotten wind of my behavior, and she blamed Paola. I was put in the back of a Suburban and driven over 1400 miles back to Bible city, in the middle of the Piney woods of Texas.
What can I say? I've been given an ultimatum. Get married and start a family, just like all the other sisters who live in my hometown. When you go to church your first stop should be the baby lounge to drop off your baby. When you talk about going out, it's lunch with the other mothers. When you look for new clothes, it's always good to have some nice maternity clothes put away because you are going to need them. The only thing missing is you guessed it, he who posses a dick that I'm not interest in. I'm only interested in Paola. And she's the one I want to be married with.
At church I met this girl. Her name is Paola, she's Argentinean. Small, petite, very very pretty. I think her tits are tiny, but her nipples are wired so that any kiss or pinching drives her wild. As to her pussy, well I had never been around a Latina. These girls have hair, lots of hair on the head, that's why they wear such long black hair, and have eyebrows and eyelashes. Well why wouldn't hair show up down there. I had literally never eaten a girl who wasn't shaved and neat and put together. But she has this smell when we are close and personal. I put my nose in her pussy and just breathe in through my nose. My very first experience with pheromones and sex smell calling me forward.
We wanted solitude, the ability to just go out and play around. She has a friend who lives in New Mexico. We ran away. Really I told my parents I was going out there for a couple of months, to see what life in the desert was like. In New Mexico, at her friend's place, she is a very out lesbian, we had sex daily, twice daily, as many times a day as we could make it happen. Her friend took her and shaved and waxed her until her pussy and bottom were so smooth, but her sex smell is still strong and overpowering. I got shaved and waxed too, but whose counting. Naked, little girl pussy, tiny tits and kisses. Talk about a package. I was lost in heaven.
And just when we were so far gone we wanted to elope, along comes one of my mother's friends' son. A cop. He came to get me, to take me back. My mother had gotten wind of my behavior, and she blamed Paola. I was put in the back of a Suburban and driven over 1400 miles back to Bible city, in the middle of the Piney woods of Texas.
What can I say? I've been given an ultimatum. Get married and start a family, just like all the other sisters who live in my hometown. When you go to church your first stop should be the baby lounge to drop off your baby. When you talk about going out, it's lunch with the other mothers. When you look for new clothes, it's always good to have some nice maternity clothes put away because you are going to need them. The only thing missing is you guessed it, he who posses a dick that I'm not interest in. I'm only interested in Paola. And she's the one I want to be married with.
