Lesbian Female / 23
Living In A World Where The Lion Roars
I fell into the lion's den. How could that happen to me? Wasn't I queer? He held me down, his 'penis' prodding and poking in me. His 'relief' came in a series of lurches, and his hot breath on my neck.
He released me, but remained on me. I couldn't breathe. He lifted himself long enough for me to get two deep breaths, then fell back on me. Taking small breaths pushing him up off me by a bit, I felt his penis come back to life. This time, he was intentionally pushing against me, my body under him slid back and forth, he pressed against my clit as I held my hips up, and wave after wave of climax went over me. He pressed down harder, and trapped by his stare, he released his grip on me, but only after he had released his sperm in me.
I knew then, at that moment, the fear every girl fears, a man was getting me pregnant.
Back at school I confided in a friend, she laughed at me, you got knocked up? Hey, it happens, either get rid of IT, or become a mother. Then she embraced me, 'don't kill your baby'.
I got married that summer, 'heavy' with child. He agreed, for the sake of 'his' son. Another eighteen months and a girl was born, if he had his son, I had my daughter. The house I live in is small, only three bedrooms. The car I drive is five years old. The days have flown by, and I graduated with a degree in Biology, and have my acceptance letter to the nursing program.
He released me, but remained on me. I couldn't breathe. He lifted himself long enough for me to get two deep breaths, then fell back on me. Taking small breaths pushing him up off me by a bit, I felt his penis come back to life. This time, he was intentionally pushing against me, my body under him slid back and forth, he pressed against my clit as I held my hips up, and wave after wave of climax went over me. He pressed down harder, and trapped by his stare, he released his grip on me, but only after he had released his sperm in me.
I knew then, at that moment, the fear every girl fears, a man was getting me pregnant.
Back at school I confided in a friend, she laughed at me, you got knocked up? Hey, it happens, either get rid of IT, or become a mother. Then she embraced me, 'don't kill your baby'.
I got married that summer, 'heavy' with child. He agreed, for the sake of 'his' son. Another eighteen months and a girl was born, if he had his son, I had my daughter. The house I live in is small, only three bedrooms. The car I drive is five years old. The days have flown by, and I graduated with a degree in Biology, and have my acceptance letter to the nursing program.
