The One Thing I Learned In College Is That Being A Woman Is My Calling

In the dorm at college we started to play around having lesbian sex with each other. It was complete sex, with a lot of kissing to warm up. Everyone went down on everyone. That was an unwritten rule. There was a lot of bed hopping and girls proving to each other which one was a true top and the rest of us were bottoms. I fell into the bottom group, much preferring to be made love to than the other way around. My suite mates and I shared an apartment until we graduated.

We went out together, in twos, and sometimes the four of us. We lost our virginities all over again to some dildo that had arrived in the mail. I don't really have much memory of sleeping alone, I was always slept with another girl. By the time I was a senior I felt an urgency to grow up.

When I went back to face my family, I had rehearsed what I was going to say. But I went silent. I leaned on friends, got a job that was available. A man offered to pay my rent if I went to bed with him. He was intent of proving that he could handle me. When I woke up the next morning in his apartment I let him kiss me and feel me up with out any pushback. When he wanted sex I fell back, when he wanted to hold onto me I fell into his arms. I had decided that I would not resist him. He would not have to battle for me.

We got married, our arrangement was simple, he paid the rent and all the big bills, and I slept with him and took care of all the little things. However he wanted sex, I would go along with him. I participated because being completely passive was worse. What I expect is for him to initiate and for him to decide. I wrap my legs around him because I really like that.

I work for a non profit, which means I don't get any profit. It fills my time. I can do that because I'm supported. The other women working there are also supported. I take my home duties seriously, my man has a warm home meal and a clean bed and his clothes are clean and folded. My man does not have to 'ask', I anticipate his needs and I prepare for him.

As I said earlier, I'm a bottom, I open my legs and receive him in me. That's the best sex for me. The more the better. When he is ready to complete I hold him to me, I help him turn over and wash his penis with a warm washcloth I have handy for that purpose. If he needs me to help him get into his boxers, I reach for them and cuddle against him.

I made up my mind in college. My man would not complain about me. No one has to ask me what is a woman. I maintain good relationships with my roommates. It was fun. But once married, my man is my focus.