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Women Only
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Straight Female / 32
Wrong Turns And Wasted Years I'm Now Where I Want To Be
The mistakes of youth and the long term consequences.
As a teen and early college I was rebellious to the extreme, and slipped into the lesbian gay community. As a second semester freshman I was at a demonstration and got arrested for striking a police officer, later when I was searched possession was added. I was sentenced to seven years snd change and a deferred possession charge, if I didn't behave. I was angry, at a very deep level, with a finger to the judge I was shipped off to the penitentiary.
As a wannaby lesbian I got close to Olga, older and not wiser. It was platonic, hard to get one on one time. But make no mistake about it, I was her girlfriend. After five years I came up for parole and went home with a monitor. By then, I wasn't angry or a lesbian. I just wanted a life. Enter Albert, or Al, or Uncle Al. Married to my mother's sister. I found out what he wanted.
It was steamy, I couldn't leave the house, and there wasn't any place to hide. He wanted naked. I had never been 'exposed'. And crawling all over me. All that kissing. And forcing his manhood in me. I should have stayed lesbian.
I finished my debt to society, I wanted to meet Mr. Wonderful, get married, have four kids. But Mr. Wonderful wasn't looking for a girl with a record. Regardless, I was out and kept myself away from Uncle Al. A counselor suggested I go back to college and start over.
That's where I met Mr. Horny, he could not keep his dick in his pants, but he did like me. My past was irrelevant, we were close as in The Bible, and after a year he married me. And I was off to the races. One on the hip, one on the tit and one in the oven. At last, I was living the life I wanted.
I know, a horny ass husband who can't keep it in his pants, who keeps you pregnant in the kitchen is not what I should have been looking for. But he knows what he's doing and every girl wants experience, and that he isn't shooting blanks and he can support me.
As a teen and early college I was rebellious to the extreme, and slipped into the lesbian gay community. As a second semester freshman I was at a demonstration and got arrested for striking a police officer, later when I was searched possession was added. I was sentenced to seven years snd change and a deferred possession charge, if I didn't behave. I was angry, at a very deep level, with a finger to the judge I was shipped off to the penitentiary.
As a wannaby lesbian I got close to Olga, older and not wiser. It was platonic, hard to get one on one time. But make no mistake about it, I was her girlfriend. After five years I came up for parole and went home with a monitor. By then, I wasn't angry or a lesbian. I just wanted a life. Enter Albert, or Al, or Uncle Al. Married to my mother's sister. I found out what he wanted.
It was steamy, I couldn't leave the house, and there wasn't any place to hide. He wanted naked. I had never been 'exposed'. And crawling all over me. All that kissing. And forcing his manhood in me. I should have stayed lesbian.
I finished my debt to society, I wanted to meet Mr. Wonderful, get married, have four kids. But Mr. Wonderful wasn't looking for a girl with a record. Regardless, I was out and kept myself away from Uncle Al. A counselor suggested I go back to college and start over.
That's where I met Mr. Horny, he could not keep his dick in his pants, but he did like me. My past was irrelevant, we were close as in The Bible, and after a year he married me. And I was off to the races. One on the hip, one on the tit and one in the oven. At last, I was living the life I wanted.
I know, a horny ass husband who can't keep it in his pants, who keeps you pregnant in the kitchen is not what I should have been looking for. But he knows what he's doing and every girl wants experience, and that he isn't shooting blanks and he can support me.
