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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 61
Physics Is How I See Life, I'm An Electron Captured In His Orbit
This is a story of being caught up in the gravitational pull of a man and becoming an electron that spins around his center. I wasn't always his electron, at one time I was a free particle.
I'll go back in time. I was born the second daughter of a doctor, and we lived next door to another doctor, a colleague. They had a daughter who was my age. I won't say that our mother's were all that close, there was a whole lot of friction between them (us). From pre K through elementary, junior high and high school we were inseparable. My mother knew, but her mother preferred to ignore what was in front of her, By the time we were ready for college we were very actively sexual, had been for a very long time, since were seven.
We were sent to the same college, and put into a girl's dormitory as roommates. We found that there were other girls like us, who had very sweet feelings foreach other. We lost our bearings and became actively social with these women and joined the 'fight'. We demonstrated, and became big women libbers. We went to an ERA convention. Because of the times all this was kept from our parents. What happened is that we lost the ability to keep our hands to ourselves. Touching, hugging and kissing were all normal activities. We held hands a lot, everywhere we went. It was a brave new world.
In our senior year in college my sweetheart from birth fell into the hands of an aggressive male and she was impregnated. Not by her choice. But pregnant never the less. In those days, women's lib aside, pregnant you got married. And she did. No fanfare, no notice, she eloped and I had to stand with her and 'give' her away to him. Talk about the moment your stomach goes into rebellion, I ended up vomiting in the court house ladies room.
Now this is where physics takes over. I was now a free electron. Either I became an electron in his orbit, for life. Or I would fly off and never be heard of again. I never had a choice, women's lib and all. She was married to him and pregnant, well I became the satellite wife. And he imposed his sexual dominance over me and has never relinquished his sexual rights.
We spent our twenties having kids, two a piece. We spent our thirties as stay at home mothers. We spent our forties developing careers. We spent our fifties living the women's lib promise. Travel, alone time, lesbians in full bloom. He, the center around which we orbit, decided to let the marbles rattle around. By then 'who cares' was the order of the day. Again, after keeping everything close to the chest for so long, hugs, and kisses and holding hands in public were okay. We were open lesbians. OH, now I get it! time.
My mother 'accepted' it. Her mother never has. Our fathers are long past. 2020 triggered us to retire, just quit pretending, and take our place beside him at the hearth. We travel, mostly ourselves, or with other women who travel together. If he comes, we are not free, we are drawn to him and our trip is attending to him. Our social circle is primarily women like ourselves, not all of which pass the test with him. He has an aversion to women who are intent on imposing their authority, and always lose out to him, two elements at war. So, our friends group, are satellite electrons that gravitate to him, and prefer to stay in his orbit.
When he pulls me to him, when he kisses me at the table. When he calls out to me. I respond. A lifetime habit that remains unbroken. An electron, captured in his orbit. Two electrons around his center, there is balance in the world.
I'll go back in time. I was born the second daughter of a doctor, and we lived next door to another doctor, a colleague. They had a daughter who was my age. I won't say that our mother's were all that close, there was a whole lot of friction between them (us). From pre K through elementary, junior high and high school we were inseparable. My mother knew, but her mother preferred to ignore what was in front of her, By the time we were ready for college we were very actively sexual, had been for a very long time, since were seven.
We were sent to the same college, and put into a girl's dormitory as roommates. We found that there were other girls like us, who had very sweet feelings foreach other. We lost our bearings and became actively social with these women and joined the 'fight'. We demonstrated, and became big women libbers. We went to an ERA convention. Because of the times all this was kept from our parents. What happened is that we lost the ability to keep our hands to ourselves. Touching, hugging and kissing were all normal activities. We held hands a lot, everywhere we went. It was a brave new world.
In our senior year in college my sweetheart from birth fell into the hands of an aggressive male and she was impregnated. Not by her choice. But pregnant never the less. In those days, women's lib aside, pregnant you got married. And she did. No fanfare, no notice, she eloped and I had to stand with her and 'give' her away to him. Talk about the moment your stomach goes into rebellion, I ended up vomiting in the court house ladies room.
Now this is where physics takes over. I was now a free electron. Either I became an electron in his orbit, for life. Or I would fly off and never be heard of again. I never had a choice, women's lib and all. She was married to him and pregnant, well I became the satellite wife. And he imposed his sexual dominance over me and has never relinquished his sexual rights.
We spent our twenties having kids, two a piece. We spent our thirties as stay at home mothers. We spent our forties developing careers. We spent our fifties living the women's lib promise. Travel, alone time, lesbians in full bloom. He, the center around which we orbit, decided to let the marbles rattle around. By then 'who cares' was the order of the day. Again, after keeping everything close to the chest for so long, hugs, and kisses and holding hands in public were okay. We were open lesbians. OH, now I get it! time.
My mother 'accepted' it. Her mother never has. Our fathers are long past. 2020 triggered us to retire, just quit pretending, and take our place beside him at the hearth. We travel, mostly ourselves, or with other women who travel together. If he comes, we are not free, we are drawn to him and our trip is attending to him. Our social circle is primarily women like ourselves, not all of which pass the test with him. He has an aversion to women who are intent on imposing their authority, and always lose out to him, two elements at war. So, our friends group, are satellite electrons that gravitate to him, and prefer to stay in his orbit.
When he pulls me to him, when he kisses me at the table. When he calls out to me. I respond. A lifetime habit that remains unbroken. An electron, captured in his orbit. Two electrons around his center, there is balance in the world.
