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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 38
After Being Forced Apart I Am Now In A Same Sex Living Situation
I was expelled from school when I was found in a restroom kissing with another girl. I had to attend the public school for corrective behavior. In the eleventh grade I had sex with my older cousin.
I went to an art school and was attracted to and found sex with another girl. My cousin came to get me, the end result is I had to marry him. We moved around while he was in medical school and his residency, before returning to our hometown to settle down in. By that time we had two children.
He joined a practice in town and I became attracted to one of the nurses. She was assigned to our family, and the children's medical care. He found us in a sexual embrace in our bedroom. He told me he had to punish me, for cheating on him. He hired the nurse to live with me and put us in the same bedroom. He thought that much like forcing kids to eat a whole bag of candy, the forced closeness would make us get sick of each other.
One day I left a note on his breakfast plate, "please don't through me in the briar patch'. It was too late for him, rather than getting sick of being forced together, we 'blossomed' right under his thumb. Until he had to admit to himself, I was a 'damned lesbian'. And left us to our own devises.
I went to an art school and was attracted to and found sex with another girl. My cousin came to get me, the end result is I had to marry him. We moved around while he was in medical school and his residency, before returning to our hometown to settle down in. By that time we had two children.
He joined a practice in town and I became attracted to one of the nurses. She was assigned to our family, and the children's medical care. He found us in a sexual embrace in our bedroom. He told me he had to punish me, for cheating on him. He hired the nurse to live with me and put us in the same bedroom. He thought that much like forcing kids to eat a whole bag of candy, the forced closeness would make us get sick of each other.
One day I left a note on his breakfast plate, "please don't through me in the briar patch'. It was too late for him, rather than getting sick of being forced together, we 'blossomed' right under his thumb. Until he had to admit to himself, I was a 'damned lesbian'. And left us to our own devises.
