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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 28
I'm Married And I'm 'his' Woman, But I'm Still A Lesbian
Sometimes being a lesbian is not a barrier of entry. I worked with a man who had a desire for me, and voiced it, and got inside my personal space. It was a constant push back, but he was tone deaf. I had a girlfriend who left me to look for fame in the theater. I was heartbroken. And it was into his arms that I sought comfort.
I went to a business lunch with him, and sat beside a lesbian lawyer. On the drive back to the office he told me he didn't like her looking at me that way, and why I didn't tell her to fuck off. He pulled the car over and let me know he was making me his woman and I was to consider myself his from then on.
He turned around and drove me to my now empty apartment. He sat on the couch and told me to take it all off, even my earrings. He wanted to inspect the merchandise. Tits and ass and everything else. Once he was satisfied he told me to turn down the bed and offer myself to him. When he fucked me he wanted to know he was fucking his woman.
He 'gave me' the afternoon off and returned to the office. He came for his woman often, at Christmas he gave me an engagement ring with instructions to wear it, and let all my friends and family I was his woman. And he wanted a kid by the following Christmas.
The ceremony was private, my girlfriend came back from New York to give me away. Two of my lesbian friends stood with me. The reception was at a lesbian restaurant decked out for lesbians. It never phased him, as part of my vows I had to repeat I was now his wife and woman, all legal.
I had a boy in late November, my girlfriend had moved back and was by my side for the delivery.
I may be married to him, I may have his kid, I may be his woman, and probably pregnant, but I'm a lesbian and I'm in love with my girlfriend. And she's in love with me, and she's not leaving my side again. And he knows it because I told him.
I went to a business lunch with him, and sat beside a lesbian lawyer. On the drive back to the office he told me he didn't like her looking at me that way, and why I didn't tell her to fuck off. He pulled the car over and let me know he was making me his woman and I was to consider myself his from then on.
He turned around and drove me to my now empty apartment. He sat on the couch and told me to take it all off, even my earrings. He wanted to inspect the merchandise. Tits and ass and everything else. Once he was satisfied he told me to turn down the bed and offer myself to him. When he fucked me he wanted to know he was fucking his woman.
He 'gave me' the afternoon off and returned to the office. He came for his woman often, at Christmas he gave me an engagement ring with instructions to wear it, and let all my friends and family I was his woman. And he wanted a kid by the following Christmas.
The ceremony was private, my girlfriend came back from New York to give me away. Two of my lesbian friends stood with me. The reception was at a lesbian restaurant decked out for lesbians. It never phased him, as part of my vows I had to repeat I was now his wife and woman, all legal.
I had a boy in late November, my girlfriend had moved back and was by my side for the delivery.
I may be married to him, I may have his kid, I may be his woman, and probably pregnant, but I'm a lesbian and I'm in love with my girlfriend. And she's in love with me, and she's not leaving my side again. And he knows it because I told him.
