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Women Only
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Straight Female / 40
When A Real Man Wants A Real Woman, Are You Ready?
As a freshman I met a guy in the student union. He was domineering and he raised his voice to me when I tried to walk away. He insisted that I have lunch with him and he insisted on holding my hand on top of the table. When we walked out he put his arm around my shoulder and escorted me. I wasn't able to control my reaction and I put my arm around his waist. He escorted me to my next class and told he me was looking for a girlfriend, a 'real woman'.
I had been user friendly in high school, but had not actually gone all the way. It took him about a minute to get me out of my top and another minute to pull my pants off. He put me on his bed and a second later he was deep in me and telling me that if I was a 'real woman' he would keep me as a girlfriend.
He wanted sex all the time. Between classes and all night long. The 'real woman' part came with all the benefits of a girlfriend. I had heard of the girlfriend experience, but not the 'real woman' experience. Affection, lots and lots of affection. Running the house, grocery shopping, and all the cleaning and cooking. Fortunately I grew up with lots of life skills. I did have a lot of freedom of movement, I had a car and money from my home allowance, but as far as dating was concerned, I was spoken for. He didn't want to 'fuck a girl', he wanted to 'fuck a woman'.
Like the proverbial puppy dog I followed. I won't say I was a doormat, I wasn't. What I will say is that I went in all 'woman'. He wanted a 'woman', well he got a 'woman'. I enjoyed the sex a lot, especially when he got a little rough with me and controlling. Sex was ten times better when he forcibly held me down as when I had to 'ride' him or pretend to be 'active'. If I was the 'woman' I wanted to be 'fucked'. I never cried, I kept my mouth shut when he got over possessive and physically controlling. But that's the only way I reached orgasms.
Well, college days and college experiences, I am now forty. My husband is the 'man' of the house and I'm the 'woman' of the house. Once out of college he proceeded to inseminate me. I wore my pregnancies as a badge of honor. I have become solidly anti abortion and my daughters are church girls. They know the facts of life, and use birth control. They are well aware of sex and what it does to your mind, not just your body. They also know what kind of man they need to fulfill the 'woman' in them. We are definitely not of the new world order. As my daughters began to date I insisted they wear a big old menstrual pad to keep the boy's hands out of there.
I am telling this because more and more I am meeting unfulfilled women. Divorced women. I head up a class at church for 'newly single women'. And I get asked 'how did you find a man like Thomas'. Letting them know he found me doesn't answer the question. He was looking for a 'real woman' and I caved in an instant. I was looking for a 'real man'. That's my answer.
I had been user friendly in high school, but had not actually gone all the way. It took him about a minute to get me out of my top and another minute to pull my pants off. He put me on his bed and a second later he was deep in me and telling me that if I was a 'real woman' he would keep me as a girlfriend.
He wanted sex all the time. Between classes and all night long. The 'real woman' part came with all the benefits of a girlfriend. I had heard of the girlfriend experience, but not the 'real woman' experience. Affection, lots and lots of affection. Running the house, grocery shopping, and all the cleaning and cooking. Fortunately I grew up with lots of life skills. I did have a lot of freedom of movement, I had a car and money from my home allowance, but as far as dating was concerned, I was spoken for. He didn't want to 'fuck a girl', he wanted to 'fuck a woman'.
Like the proverbial puppy dog I followed. I won't say I was a doormat, I wasn't. What I will say is that I went in all 'woman'. He wanted a 'woman', well he got a 'woman'. I enjoyed the sex a lot, especially when he got a little rough with me and controlling. Sex was ten times better when he forcibly held me down as when I had to 'ride' him or pretend to be 'active'. If I was the 'woman' I wanted to be 'fucked'. I never cried, I kept my mouth shut when he got over possessive and physically controlling. But that's the only way I reached orgasms.
Well, college days and college experiences, I am now forty. My husband is the 'man' of the house and I'm the 'woman' of the house. Once out of college he proceeded to inseminate me. I wore my pregnancies as a badge of honor. I have become solidly anti abortion and my daughters are church girls. They know the facts of life, and use birth control. They are well aware of sex and what it does to your mind, not just your body. They also know what kind of man they need to fulfill the 'woman' in them. We are definitely not of the new world order. As my daughters began to date I insisted they wear a big old menstrual pad to keep the boy's hands out of there.
I am telling this because more and more I am meeting unfulfilled women. Divorced women. I head up a class at church for 'newly single women'. And I get asked 'how did you find a man like Thomas'. Letting them know he found me doesn't answer the question. He was looking for a 'real woman' and I caved in an instant. I was looking for a 'real man'. That's my answer.
