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Obsessions
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Lesbian Female / 58
Penis Envy
I grew up in a small town in Wisconsin, milk country. My family owned a small dairy, specializing in Kosher milk for a the Jews. As a young girl on the farm I had many duties, both in the house, and in the yard. I was old enough to go with my father to deliver the milk, fresh from the cows, to the homes of the Jews in town. My father would remind me, this is what we do.
My father was welcome by the Jews and when there were times when there was need for money, the Jews were happy to lend to him, with only his word as collateral. It was what later I would learn was a symbiotic relationship. A small Kosher dairy and the Jews in town.
I was waiting in the truck as my father ran an errand. From where I sat I could see down an alley way, which was the back of the stores that faced Main Street. A man stood there looking at me, and he reached into his pants and pulled out his dick and masturbated, milked himself is what my mother called that. I had never seen a man milk himself before.
I knew he wasn't a Jew, he was not from there. He was a vagrant and my father talked to the Jews and they kept watch for him. What he had done, in front of my father's daughter was unforgiving. But I was young and impressionable and I could not shake that image from my mind. No matter what you may think, there was just no dick to milk. It frustrated me, I saw my father, he had a dick. My older brother, he had a dick. The only milking that I would do was to feed a child.
When I went away to college, many years after that man in the alley way, I had developed into a rather stern and serious young woman. Away from all supervision, I felt the urge to kiss this one girl. She resisted me, and I held her down until she complied and I got on her like a man does on a woman. But no matter, it was all in vain. I did not have a dick for her. I got off of her, and she sat up and said to me, 'it doesn't matter, I want you to kiss me'.
I'm an old maid now, I have never once been able to milk myself, or give dick to a lover. There just is no dick.
My father was welcome by the Jews and when there were times when there was need for money, the Jews were happy to lend to him, with only his word as collateral. It was what later I would learn was a symbiotic relationship. A small Kosher dairy and the Jews in town.
I was waiting in the truck as my father ran an errand. From where I sat I could see down an alley way, which was the back of the stores that faced Main Street. A man stood there looking at me, and he reached into his pants and pulled out his dick and masturbated, milked himself is what my mother called that. I had never seen a man milk himself before.
I knew he wasn't a Jew, he was not from there. He was a vagrant and my father talked to the Jews and they kept watch for him. What he had done, in front of my father's daughter was unforgiving. But I was young and impressionable and I could not shake that image from my mind. No matter what you may think, there was just no dick to milk. It frustrated me, I saw my father, he had a dick. My older brother, he had a dick. The only milking that I would do was to feed a child.
When I went away to college, many years after that man in the alley way, I had developed into a rather stern and serious young woman. Away from all supervision, I felt the urge to kiss this one girl. She resisted me, and I held her down until she complied and I got on her like a man does on a woman. But no matter, it was all in vain. I did not have a dick for her. I got off of her, and she sat up and said to me, 'it doesn't matter, I want you to kiss me'.
I'm an old maid now, I have never once been able to milk myself, or give dick to a lover. There just is no dick.
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