Lesbian Female / 25
The Woman In Me Calls For A Woman's Love, But I Belong To My Husband
I knew I had lesbian feelings very early, but these feelings were dismissed and suppressed. I never did like any of the boys I dated, and never went beyond the bleachers, much less to first base. I had a girlfriend who was a bit chubby and she got a lot of heartburn from her mother. To me she was pretty. In high school I was very athletic and played both on the girls softball and the girl's lacrosse teams. Showers, sweaty, stinky girls, made my pussy sweat.
In college I was taken against my will by a senior when I was a freshman and he pronounced me his girlfriend and all the time he was in grad school I was his maid and lover. I had more sex than I wanted, I became accustomed to it, although I didn't actively participate. I have very few memories of actually touching his penis, and none of ever putting his penis in my mouth. In my senior year I met this girl, she was stocky and built like a tank. And she liked girls. It wasn't long before I was under her and she was showing what girls can do. I had my first orgasm.
She was my first overt love. The one I confessed to. The one that thought I was foolish for allowing a man to control me. She tried to get to him, but he shut her down immediately. I was scared that if she pushed she would find herself under him. I made sure he was happy and had all the sex he wanted. I was by then a very adept housekeeper and cook. This girl could not understand that I had no choice about it, by then he had full control over me. I never disobeyed him.
After college I moved with him to Denver where he got a job working for a builder. All those men in shorts and all sweaty, not one of them did anything for me. Sweaty girls at the gym was a different story. Especially girls who obviously played softball and were never on the track team. For me a good set of hips and a good set of tits and a hot warm pussy drove me crazy. I liked girls who were bigger, taller and stronger than me. The more butch the better. I wanted to be made love to, just like I liked my boyfriend fucking me. It's submitting to his sexual pleasures, and likewise I wanted to submit to my gym girl's pleasures.
She could tell immediately that my home sex scene was a man and not a woman. She taught me somethings I didn't know of. I didn't know, for instance, that licking a girl's butthole was how you showed submission. I had to meet her in private, off the radar. I was engaged and my husband to be wasn't one for sharing. When the day came to walk down the isle, I had sex with her first before my husband. If anything, getting married made my wants and desires for being with her grow stronger. She was a nuisance to my husband, little did he know I was licking her butthole. He caught us in the act, her head buried deep between my lets so she didn't hear him come in, and she misinterpreted me trying to get her off me.
He wasn't amused, he wasn't forgiving. He came down hard on both of us. I didn't dare tell him that I had wants and he wasn't the one to satisfy them. She came close to telling him but she saw my eyes and stopped talking. We had to go back into the closet and keep things from him.
I don't want to be known as a two timer, I never once in my life ever kissed another man or let another man touch me. He has no worries, I was virgin to him, and no other man has been where he's been. If only, but that's not how it works. I have needs, and those needs come with a girl. And for me, that girl is a battle tank and she can run all over me. She has strong thighs and biceps, she has a strong core and can lift 150 without breaking a sweat. Her panties are always wet with sweat when I take them off of her. I love when she rubs her wet sweaty panties in my face, it's an instant turn on. I grab her around the neck with my arms and kiss her, and let nature takes its course as she makes love to me. I am a lesbian, but I have a husband.
In college I was taken against my will by a senior when I was a freshman and he pronounced me his girlfriend and all the time he was in grad school I was his maid and lover. I had more sex than I wanted, I became accustomed to it, although I didn't actively participate. I have very few memories of actually touching his penis, and none of ever putting his penis in my mouth. In my senior year I met this girl, she was stocky and built like a tank. And she liked girls. It wasn't long before I was under her and she was showing what girls can do. I had my first orgasm.
She was my first overt love. The one I confessed to. The one that thought I was foolish for allowing a man to control me. She tried to get to him, but he shut her down immediately. I was scared that if she pushed she would find herself under him. I made sure he was happy and had all the sex he wanted. I was by then a very adept housekeeper and cook. This girl could not understand that I had no choice about it, by then he had full control over me. I never disobeyed him.
After college I moved with him to Denver where he got a job working for a builder. All those men in shorts and all sweaty, not one of them did anything for me. Sweaty girls at the gym was a different story. Especially girls who obviously played softball and were never on the track team. For me a good set of hips and a good set of tits and a hot warm pussy drove me crazy. I liked girls who were bigger, taller and stronger than me. The more butch the better. I wanted to be made love to, just like I liked my boyfriend fucking me. It's submitting to his sexual pleasures, and likewise I wanted to submit to my gym girl's pleasures.
She could tell immediately that my home sex scene was a man and not a woman. She taught me somethings I didn't know of. I didn't know, for instance, that licking a girl's butthole was how you showed submission. I had to meet her in private, off the radar. I was engaged and my husband to be wasn't one for sharing. When the day came to walk down the isle, I had sex with her first before my husband. If anything, getting married made my wants and desires for being with her grow stronger. She was a nuisance to my husband, little did he know I was licking her butthole. He caught us in the act, her head buried deep between my lets so she didn't hear him come in, and she misinterpreted me trying to get her off me.
He wasn't amused, he wasn't forgiving. He came down hard on both of us. I didn't dare tell him that I had wants and he wasn't the one to satisfy them. She came close to telling him but she saw my eyes and stopped talking. We had to go back into the closet and keep things from him.
I don't want to be known as a two timer, I never once in my life ever kissed another man or let another man touch me. He has no worries, I was virgin to him, and no other man has been where he's been. If only, but that's not how it works. I have needs, and those needs come with a girl. And for me, that girl is a battle tank and she can run all over me. She has strong thighs and biceps, she has a strong core and can lift 150 without breaking a sweat. Her panties are always wet with sweat when I take them off of her. I love when she rubs her wet sweaty panties in my face, it's an instant turn on. I grab her around the neck with my arms and kiss her, and let nature takes its course as she makes love to me. I am a lesbian, but I have a husband.
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