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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 34
For This One Man, I Melt In His Hands. I Don't Try To Understand.
I live in New Mexico now with my girlfriend. I have a ten year old. She doesn't have any kids.
MY passion is art. I have been passionate about art since I was a little girl. She has never found anything to be passionate about. We met after my son was born, I was living at home with my mother. She was divorced at that time, she is now remarried and I had to get out, that man just triggered something in me. We get along, if we aren't in the same room. My father has not been in my life since I was ten myself.
The father of my son is the man in my life. I don't want my son not to have a father. In my pea brain I know fathers are as important as mothers. That is why we live in New Mexico. For my son to have his father, I have to have his father. My girlfriend is much like me and my stepfather, having him around is hard on her. When he opens the door, the man is in the house.
I want my son to grow up to be a man. Actually, I want him to grow up to be a man like his father. Hard worker, smart, a man who can stand his ground. Where I was living with my mother it is hard to find a man like that around. Not in that social circle. My son's father triggers the men there. Certainly the man my mother married is no such man. I suppose that I'm looking for my father.
Of course day in and day it he is just who he is. It's when my girlfriend starts down the path of blaming him for something he never did, just because he is a man, that things get difficult. I have to tell her he is going to be around, he is my son's father and we need a man even if she is against it. I really don't know how she has become like this. Her father is such a nice man.
I am going to say a couple of things that may sound out of place. Of course I want to be in the arms of my girlfriend, when it comes to making love. But since I was little I liked sitting in a man's lap and getting great big bear hugs. Being tossed around in the pool, being picked up and held upside down. A man's hands, big and strong, melt me down. This man who is the father of my son does that to me. When he puts his hands on me, I bend to his will. I want my son to know that a man is supposed to be able to do that with a woman. bend her to his will. That's what my girlfriend can't understand. If only she could experience that feeling, she would leave me alone about him.
MY passion is art. I have been passionate about art since I was a little girl. She has never found anything to be passionate about. We met after my son was born, I was living at home with my mother. She was divorced at that time, she is now remarried and I had to get out, that man just triggered something in me. We get along, if we aren't in the same room. My father has not been in my life since I was ten myself.
The father of my son is the man in my life. I don't want my son not to have a father. In my pea brain I know fathers are as important as mothers. That is why we live in New Mexico. For my son to have his father, I have to have his father. My girlfriend is much like me and my stepfather, having him around is hard on her. When he opens the door, the man is in the house.
I want my son to grow up to be a man. Actually, I want him to grow up to be a man like his father. Hard worker, smart, a man who can stand his ground. Where I was living with my mother it is hard to find a man like that around. Not in that social circle. My son's father triggers the men there. Certainly the man my mother married is no such man. I suppose that I'm looking for my father.
Of course day in and day it he is just who he is. It's when my girlfriend starts down the path of blaming him for something he never did, just because he is a man, that things get difficult. I have to tell her he is going to be around, he is my son's father and we need a man even if she is against it. I really don't know how she has become like this. Her father is such a nice man.
I am going to say a couple of things that may sound out of place. Of course I want to be in the arms of my girlfriend, when it comes to making love. But since I was little I liked sitting in a man's lap and getting great big bear hugs. Being tossed around in the pool, being picked up and held upside down. A man's hands, big and strong, melt me down. This man who is the father of my son does that to me. When he puts his hands on me, I bend to his will. I want my son to know that a man is supposed to be able to do that with a woman. bend her to his will. That's what my girlfriend can't understand. If only she could experience that feeling, she would leave me alone about him.
