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My Spouse
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Straight Female / 69
A Bit Of History And My Path Into Being A Wife And A Woman
I inherited photogenic looks, the camera was in love with me since I was old enough to pose. I modeled early, ten, all the way through high school. A neighbor set his eyes on me and kept boys and men away. I was told by several people, including my mother, that man intended to marry me.
I didn't think much about it until I was older, about what he was going to do with me. Among my friends we talked about what happened on your wedding night. And a man wasn't going to let his wedding night go by just like that doing nothing. Oh well, it was bound to happen and we stopped talking about it.
After school I got a job as a clerk in the rail yard. That's when he came calling. He was certain I was the one. And he took his sweet time coming around to talk to my mother. Nothing could be done, he had decided a long time ago, so she gave her blessing. I was married on the 13th of October the year I finished school. The first of my class to walk down the isle.
Every one of my girlfriends wanted a blow by blow description. I agreed on the condition they agree to reciprocate.
But on my wedding night, in my room in my mother's house after he undressed me, he told me I was too skinny, to get some meat on my bones, and get myself in the business school so I could work with him in his business. I lived with him in his house, we had separate rooms until he was satisfied I had enough meat on the bone, and the marriage was consummated.
The story I told my friends was straight out of a fantasy I had read. They in turn told their fantasy. No one told the truth, and we all knew it.
I didn't think much about it until I was older, about what he was going to do with me. Among my friends we talked about what happened on your wedding night. And a man wasn't going to let his wedding night go by just like that doing nothing. Oh well, it was bound to happen and we stopped talking about it.
After school I got a job as a clerk in the rail yard. That's when he came calling. He was certain I was the one. And he took his sweet time coming around to talk to my mother. Nothing could be done, he had decided a long time ago, so she gave her blessing. I was married on the 13th of October the year I finished school. The first of my class to walk down the isle.
Every one of my girlfriends wanted a blow by blow description. I agreed on the condition they agree to reciprocate.
But on my wedding night, in my room in my mother's house after he undressed me, he told me I was too skinny, to get some meat on my bones, and get myself in the business school so I could work with him in his business. I lived with him in his house, we had separate rooms until he was satisfied I had enough meat on the bone, and the marriage was consummated.
The story I told my friends was straight out of a fantasy I had read. They in turn told their fantasy. No one told the truth, and we all knew it.
