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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 28
She Is My Responsibility, It's Emotional, Not Logical
I have a group of friends, all girls. We went to high school together. They were all rich, I wasn't. They went off to 'school' at private schools in the North East. I went to a local state school, with student debt to show for it. Two girls came back 'lesbian', one came back married to a black guy, the other girl got pregnant using a donor service. I worked through college and have a job working for a small company. If I don't work, I don't pay rent. If they don't work, daddy pays the rent.
I don't want to say I'm old fashioned. I can't get into the lesbian empowerment, or the black guy or having a kid with some unknown donor. We get together and I mostly listen. Oh yeah, they say, your job. Why don't you marry a rich guy.
One of the girls, one of the lesbians, likes to go to bars to be picked up by 'women'. Older lesbian ladies looking for young pussy. She likes bossy types, lawyers and department heads. Women who act like men. They are a total turn off to me. If I have to put up with that, I'll take a man any day. The black husband has set me up with a black friend of his. No thank you. My father will die first, and kill the black guy. There is a bright line with that. No black guy, ever.
Little Miss Muffet, the other lesbian, has in love with me. Always loved me, ever since high school. Where I go she goes. Literally, she's walked into a stall with me. She likes to cuddle, to be kissed softly, to be dressed and undressed. She sleeps against me. If I move across the bed, she follows. She needs permanent physical contact. She gets upset if some 'guy' tries to put the move on me. I tell her, I want a 'guy' to fuck me. I 'need' to get fucked.
If she keeps getting in bed with me when 'that guy' is fucking me, she's going to wake up with his cum in her. He's told me, asked my permission, if he can fuck her. Her sleeping with me is an invitation to him. I havent let him, because I know she's Little Miss Muffet, never had a dick in her. I'm not going to be responsible for that. If he insists, I kick him out of bed. She is off limits.
I'm going to kiss her. I'm going to cuddle her. I'm going to live with her. That's what it is. He can come around, he can fuck me, but he cannot touch her.
An older rich guy offered to marry me. A couple of kids, and keep house. But no living with her. I can't do that to her. Not now, not ever. She is my burden to look after. To dress her, with pretty clothes and pretty underthings. To comb her hair and help her with make up. To undress her at night, slip her into a pretty night shirt and cuddle her to sleep with me. If I'm going to get married, I don't see how I can marry a man and not be with her. That would break her heart and I can't do that. I'm stuck with her. Now and forever.
There's a reason somewhere, why me, and not some other person. I inherited her. But it is what it is. I'm responsible for her. I take care of her. I can't go to sleep if she's not with me. And if she is with me, he can't spend the night, not now not ever. He can't crawl on top of her. Not now not ever.
I don't want to say I'm old fashioned. I can't get into the lesbian empowerment, or the black guy or having a kid with some unknown donor. We get together and I mostly listen. Oh yeah, they say, your job. Why don't you marry a rich guy.
One of the girls, one of the lesbians, likes to go to bars to be picked up by 'women'. Older lesbian ladies looking for young pussy. She likes bossy types, lawyers and department heads. Women who act like men. They are a total turn off to me. If I have to put up with that, I'll take a man any day. The black husband has set me up with a black friend of his. No thank you. My father will die first, and kill the black guy. There is a bright line with that. No black guy, ever.
Little Miss Muffet, the other lesbian, has in love with me. Always loved me, ever since high school. Where I go she goes. Literally, she's walked into a stall with me. She likes to cuddle, to be kissed softly, to be dressed and undressed. She sleeps against me. If I move across the bed, she follows. She needs permanent physical contact. She gets upset if some 'guy' tries to put the move on me. I tell her, I want a 'guy' to fuck me. I 'need' to get fucked.
If she keeps getting in bed with me when 'that guy' is fucking me, she's going to wake up with his cum in her. He's told me, asked my permission, if he can fuck her. Her sleeping with me is an invitation to him. I havent let him, because I know she's Little Miss Muffet, never had a dick in her. I'm not going to be responsible for that. If he insists, I kick him out of bed. She is off limits.
I'm going to kiss her. I'm going to cuddle her. I'm going to live with her. That's what it is. He can come around, he can fuck me, but he cannot touch her.
An older rich guy offered to marry me. A couple of kids, and keep house. But no living with her. I can't do that to her. Not now, not ever. She is my burden to look after. To dress her, with pretty clothes and pretty underthings. To comb her hair and help her with make up. To undress her at night, slip her into a pretty night shirt and cuddle her to sleep with me. If I'm going to get married, I don't see how I can marry a man and not be with her. That would break her heart and I can't do that. I'm stuck with her. Now and forever.
There's a reason somewhere, why me, and not some other person. I inherited her. But it is what it is. I'm responsible for her. I take care of her. I can't go to sleep if she's not with me. And if she is with me, he can't spend the night, not now not ever. He can't crawl on top of her. Not now not ever.
