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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 42
I Was Picked Up Off The Street When I Was 18 And He's Taken Care Of Me
When I was 18 by a week I got fucked by a man who paid me. I was on the street and hungry. It was quick, and without any other action. He moved me in with him and kept me and sent me to college. I guess I was in this world of not daring to cheat on him. I was lucky in that I didn't get pregnant and he put me on birth control the week after he first fucked me.
I'm 42 years old and I still clean his bathrooms and fold his underwear. His voice is law and I have never been disobedient to him. Not that he has me do things that are bad for me, he runs a tight ship and I follow. It's one of those things where he walks ahead of me and I follow. I always sit on his left and I serve his plate for him. I choose the menu and the food we eat, and I don't ask him for money. He deposits my money, allowance, in an account that I use, if I get to a minimum balance the bank automatically fills it. I have never worked for wages or money, I went to college without any money issues, he supported me completely, both financially and emotionally.
So why am I here? Well I knew then and know now that I am a lesbian. He never liked that about me. Sometimes he makes love to me, when he does I am completely trapped and unable to separate myself from him. He locks himself to me and injects his sperm in me. I have never allowed myself to get pregnant. He has free range, so it's not like he has to fight for it.
He still resents that I'm a lesbian but after twenty plus years he no longer denies me. I have a good friend, female and a lesbian of course, and we are tight to each other. But neither one of us is about sex, she is a widow and I'm 'married'. She is fifteen years older. She was an urchin of the streets in Manila when the man, retired Navy, took her in and kept her.
She works for the city and does outreach for lesbians, she doesn't do anything with gay men. Her passion is getting young lesbians off the street and into counseling, and a secure place to sleep. She many times has one or two girls at her place, and I've hosted several girls as well. If it wasn't for him, I would have been one of those girls, without a rudder or someone to care for me.
I undress at night and go to him. If he wants to hold me he holds me. If he wants sex, he has sex. Either way I sleep with him until morning. I do the same routine every morning, I make the bed as soon as I'm up and he is the shower. I prepare breakfast for him, it's not complicated, and after he leaves I pick up the house and make it presentable. I don't like a messy house. Chores like supermarket, laundry, housekeeping, are all on a schedule. I haven't varied my schedule since I moved in with him. I'm always anxious for him to get home. I wait at the kitchen window until his car comes up the driveway.
I'm 42 years old and I still clean his bathrooms and fold his underwear. His voice is law and I have never been disobedient to him. Not that he has me do things that are bad for me, he runs a tight ship and I follow. It's one of those things where he walks ahead of me and I follow. I always sit on his left and I serve his plate for him. I choose the menu and the food we eat, and I don't ask him for money. He deposits my money, allowance, in an account that I use, if I get to a minimum balance the bank automatically fills it. I have never worked for wages or money, I went to college without any money issues, he supported me completely, both financially and emotionally.
So why am I here? Well I knew then and know now that I am a lesbian. He never liked that about me. Sometimes he makes love to me, when he does I am completely trapped and unable to separate myself from him. He locks himself to me and injects his sperm in me. I have never allowed myself to get pregnant. He has free range, so it's not like he has to fight for it.
He still resents that I'm a lesbian but after twenty plus years he no longer denies me. I have a good friend, female and a lesbian of course, and we are tight to each other. But neither one of us is about sex, she is a widow and I'm 'married'. She is fifteen years older. She was an urchin of the streets in Manila when the man, retired Navy, took her in and kept her.
She works for the city and does outreach for lesbians, she doesn't do anything with gay men. Her passion is getting young lesbians off the street and into counseling, and a secure place to sleep. She many times has one or two girls at her place, and I've hosted several girls as well. If it wasn't for him, I would have been one of those girls, without a rudder or someone to care for me.
I undress at night and go to him. If he wants to hold me he holds me. If he wants sex, he has sex. Either way I sleep with him until morning. I do the same routine every morning, I make the bed as soon as I'm up and he is the shower. I prepare breakfast for him, it's not complicated, and after he leaves I pick up the house and make it presentable. I don't like a messy house. Chores like supermarket, laundry, housekeeping, are all on a schedule. I haven't varied my schedule since I moved in with him. I'm always anxious for him to get home. I wait at the kitchen window until his car comes up the driveway.
