Bi-Sexual Female / 54
When It Comes To Making Love, It's With A Woman I Look Forward To
I grew up in a third world country. Life was hard all around us, but my family was well to do and we attended the good school and lived in the nice neighborhood. As with most segmented societies there were those who lived on hate and envy and did nothing about it, and other's that accepted what life had given them and were quite ok with it. We never thought about it, talked about it, we were surrounded by it, we never knew we were rich.
My parents, actually my father, hired this man to take care of the cars and the garage. He wasn't allowed inside. He was quiet and let us pass if we came around him. My mother was not happy he was there. He looked at me, eyes locking, but never said a word. Later when I was a lot older I would learn that he was an alcoholic, and had worked for my father but was fired because of his drinking problem. My father hired him for the house, because without a job his family would starve.
I never told my family that one day he kissed me, and that day he fucked me. I was very upset about it, but what could I do? He had already fucked me. Like I said I never said a thing to anyone at home.
When I left to university I went to a small college. The student body was primarily female, with a few boys who were females inside. To put it bluntly there were no dicks there, so all of the dating and sex was with other girls. No one thought of themselves as being gay, but once given to it, everyone was all in. I really enjoyed it. Compared to my experience with Ruben.
I married a man I met in graduate school, and we are married today. I have a female friend from my graduate student days who likes being very friendly. We have been intimate for thirty years. She had a husband many years ago. My husband does not mind. Maybe he did, but he doesn't mind. Sometimes a mommy needs another mommy to love. I really like making love with her.
My husband says it is Ruben's fault. Maybe it is, maybe it's not.
My parents, actually my father, hired this man to take care of the cars and the garage. He wasn't allowed inside. He was quiet and let us pass if we came around him. My mother was not happy he was there. He looked at me, eyes locking, but never said a word. Later when I was a lot older I would learn that he was an alcoholic, and had worked for my father but was fired because of his drinking problem. My father hired him for the house, because without a job his family would starve.
I never told my family that one day he kissed me, and that day he fucked me. I was very upset about it, but what could I do? He had already fucked me. Like I said I never said a thing to anyone at home.
When I left to university I went to a small college. The student body was primarily female, with a few boys who were females inside. To put it bluntly there were no dicks there, so all of the dating and sex was with other girls. No one thought of themselves as being gay, but once given to it, everyone was all in. I really enjoyed it. Compared to my experience with Ruben.
I married a man I met in graduate school, and we are married today. I have a female friend from my graduate student days who likes being very friendly. We have been intimate for thirty years. She had a husband many years ago. My husband does not mind. Maybe he did, but he doesn't mind. Sometimes a mommy needs another mommy to love. I really like making love with her.
My husband says it is Ruben's fault. Maybe it is, maybe it's not.
