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Obsessions
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Lesbian Female / 28
Men Fuck You, Women Make Love To You
I was in seventh grade when this girl from my class and me kissed and touched titties. It was at her house in her room, we kept our clothes on. We stayed friends but didn't kiss again. In the ninth grade this girl who lived in my neighborhood was over to my house and we used a hand mirror to examine our pussies. She had the idea of taking the full length mirror off the back of the door and laying it on the floor and we squatted down together and had our real first look inside our pussies.
We laid on the bed naked, kissed and sucked titties. We touched pussy, but came up short of going down in each other. But unlike my seventh grade school friend, we continued and kissed and made out, sucked and ate pussy. We were tight girlfriends, enough that my mother got worried. We went to different high schools because she went to the Medical and Health magnet school.
In the twelfth grade I met and became completely smitten with Elaine who played softball. She lived up to the image of a dyke softball player. We went steady and it was all over school and I had sex with her with my mother in the kitchen. We went to college together, where she was on an athletic scholarship, and got tattoos on our intimate pussy mounds. In our junior year she was in a rollover accident and became confined to a wheelchair. She left college that year, rehab, and learning independent living, she became angry and verbally abusive.
I suppose we never officially broke up, but in my senior year I came into the field of vision of a guy I had a class with. He wasn't dissuaded, no wasn't a word he respected, dismissed any reference to my love life. I ended up on my bed with his dick in me, with instructions to cover up my tattoo on my pussy mound. I went back to the bush league, with my legs open under him.
After college I followed meekly, set up house for him. While he started a job, I took cooking lessons and became pregnant, I had two children in eighteen months and was assigned homemaking, stay at home duties. I was supposed to become realized as a mother and housewife. I became a frustrated housewife with another frustrated housewife I met at church mother's day out.
Maybe the frustration, being trapped in a marriage, maybe being denied my sexuality, I became a lesbian assed nympho. My husband contributed, he was never satisfied, it wasn't odd or once in a while, he fucked me three times a night sometimes. My pussy was overworked, over stimulated, fucked at night, kissed and made love to while my kids were in daycare. I became so pussy centric, masturbated to fill out my nympho needs and desires.
I am 28, my husband wants me pregnant, my now five year lesbian affair is on overdrive, housewife life is so boring, fucked over the kitchen table isn't lovemaking, it's outright pussy abuse by my own husband. If I didn't have my housewife affair I would not have my pussy made love to.
We laid on the bed naked, kissed and sucked titties. We touched pussy, but came up short of going down in each other. But unlike my seventh grade school friend, we continued and kissed and made out, sucked and ate pussy. We were tight girlfriends, enough that my mother got worried. We went to different high schools because she went to the Medical and Health magnet school.
In the twelfth grade I met and became completely smitten with Elaine who played softball. She lived up to the image of a dyke softball player. We went steady and it was all over school and I had sex with her with my mother in the kitchen. We went to college together, where she was on an athletic scholarship, and got tattoos on our intimate pussy mounds. In our junior year she was in a rollover accident and became confined to a wheelchair. She left college that year, rehab, and learning independent living, she became angry and verbally abusive.
I suppose we never officially broke up, but in my senior year I came into the field of vision of a guy I had a class with. He wasn't dissuaded, no wasn't a word he respected, dismissed any reference to my love life. I ended up on my bed with his dick in me, with instructions to cover up my tattoo on my pussy mound. I went back to the bush league, with my legs open under him.
After college I followed meekly, set up house for him. While he started a job, I took cooking lessons and became pregnant, I had two children in eighteen months and was assigned homemaking, stay at home duties. I was supposed to become realized as a mother and housewife. I became a frustrated housewife with another frustrated housewife I met at church mother's day out.
Maybe the frustration, being trapped in a marriage, maybe being denied my sexuality, I became a lesbian assed nympho. My husband contributed, he was never satisfied, it wasn't odd or once in a while, he fucked me three times a night sometimes. My pussy was overworked, over stimulated, fucked at night, kissed and made love to while my kids were in daycare. I became so pussy centric, masturbated to fill out my nympho needs and desires.
I am 28, my husband wants me pregnant, my now five year lesbian affair is on overdrive, housewife life is so boring, fucked over the kitchen table isn't lovemaking, it's outright pussy abuse by my own husband. If I didn't have my housewife affair I would not have my pussy made love to.
