Bi-Sexual Female / 28
Pleasing A Man Is Important, Being Pleased By A Woman Is Rewarding
I was offered a job working at a downtown company, which meant public transportation. I lived in an apartment block and my commute all in all was an hour. A woman lived in the same block and worked downtown and we became friends and commuted together. I was 27 and she was 29.
We did socialize but we also had other social groups. I became the 'pet' of one of the men in the office. And he petted me. I told her everything, every touch, every whisper, that he said to me. She was dead set against it, told me many times I would get hurt. But I liked the attention, and when he pushed me into sex with him, I was all for it. Never in my life had a man like him ever seen me, much less wanted me for sex. I'm poor, he's rich.
I started getting spending money, and he covered my rent. My friend at that point started getting jealous. Why couldn't she find a man to support her? Well she has to agree to be his pet, that was my answer, but she is hard headed and gets angry. When I told her he likes me to show him affection, particularly about giving him head, she got extra angry. How can you do that? Don't you have any self respect? And then, in an uncontrolled emotion, can't you see I love you?
Things got complicated and one night she suggested we get tattoos. She wanted my name on her heart and she wanted her name on mine. By heart, I mean out tits. Man, she turned out to be a real tit girl. But I'm diverting. We ended up getting these tattoos on our tits, above the bra line. I had Denise with two little hearts, and she had Shannon with two little hearts. I don't know why I even did that, but the result is that my man friend dropped me, one look at that and he dropped me. He came back to me and said I had two choices, have his name tattooed on my ass or he would cut me off.
Now I had two tattoos, one said Denise on my tit and the other said David's girl on my ass in cursive. Like I said I was 27. My man friend became overly jealous and protective, and yes controlling. It felt more correct for him control me than for her to control me. It was a fight between them, and I was in the middle. She took it as a challenge and was intent to prove to me that the only true love was between two women. One day I have him on top of me doing his thing, the next day I have her on top of me doing her thing. And I'm liking it. Him because, well, I can't resist it. And her because it was novel.
I can't explain to her why I want him on top of me, why I need to show him I am all his by loving on his dick, and letting him fuck me. She demands explanations. How can you tell her? I do like her making love with me, it's pleasant. And sometimes hot. But it is just an extension of friendship, it feels good to get naked, take a bath together and go down on each other. She claims that she needs to have me. Well I'm not going anywhere, when I'm with her she can have me.
A separate, third party friend, told me. Don't ever, under any circumstances let them know each other. If you do, you'll be alone with neither. I believe her.
We did socialize but we also had other social groups. I became the 'pet' of one of the men in the office. And he petted me. I told her everything, every touch, every whisper, that he said to me. She was dead set against it, told me many times I would get hurt. But I liked the attention, and when he pushed me into sex with him, I was all for it. Never in my life had a man like him ever seen me, much less wanted me for sex. I'm poor, he's rich.
I started getting spending money, and he covered my rent. My friend at that point started getting jealous. Why couldn't she find a man to support her? Well she has to agree to be his pet, that was my answer, but she is hard headed and gets angry. When I told her he likes me to show him affection, particularly about giving him head, she got extra angry. How can you do that? Don't you have any self respect? And then, in an uncontrolled emotion, can't you see I love you?
Things got complicated and one night she suggested we get tattoos. She wanted my name on her heart and she wanted her name on mine. By heart, I mean out tits. Man, she turned out to be a real tit girl. But I'm diverting. We ended up getting these tattoos on our tits, above the bra line. I had Denise with two little hearts, and she had Shannon with two little hearts. I don't know why I even did that, but the result is that my man friend dropped me, one look at that and he dropped me. He came back to me and said I had two choices, have his name tattooed on my ass or he would cut me off.
Now I had two tattoos, one said Denise on my tit and the other said David's girl on my ass in cursive. Like I said I was 27. My man friend became overly jealous and protective, and yes controlling. It felt more correct for him control me than for her to control me. It was a fight between them, and I was in the middle. She took it as a challenge and was intent to prove to me that the only true love was between two women. One day I have him on top of me doing his thing, the next day I have her on top of me doing her thing. And I'm liking it. Him because, well, I can't resist it. And her because it was novel.
I can't explain to her why I want him on top of me, why I need to show him I am all his by loving on his dick, and letting him fuck me. She demands explanations. How can you tell her? I do like her making love with me, it's pleasant. And sometimes hot. But it is just an extension of friendship, it feels good to get naked, take a bath together and go down on each other. She claims that she needs to have me. Well I'm not going anywhere, when I'm with her she can have me.
A separate, third party friend, told me. Don't ever, under any circumstances let them know each other. If you do, you'll be alone with neither. I believe her.
