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Obsessions
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Straight Female / 26
I'm Her Barbie, And She Is In Love With Me
The seduction initiated with me was slow and persistent. I was a document controller for the structural engineering group. The only female, twenty four with a degree in Communications. An inside job with benefits, that paid less than I earned working tables. And the job was boring, very detailed, and the engineers demanding and unforgiving.
Over there, on the other side of the building was a woman who had my same schedule. We were elevator friends. In the department she worked in a positioned opened. She put my name in and I was called in for an interview. I interviewed with two women, one was a 'dyke', the other a real nice girl. She was assigned to take me to lunch, to find out if I liked girls.
True enough, in that department the women were all lesbians, and the supervisor was the dyke I interviewed with. I was the first straight girl in the department, my elevator friend used her influence to throw me a safety line. I was assigned to her, to train me. Welcome to the world of a lesbian who crushed on me. It was so, suffocating, she wanted to be with me, almost to the point of following me into the stall in the bathroom.
Birthday, I was her guest of honor. Art fair, I followed. Clothes shopping, she selected, went into the dressing room with me, took off, put on, until she was satisfied. Called in the 'bra' fitter. Stood behind me in the mirror, cupped my breasts until the fitter did the job properly. Oh, she as always telling me she loved me, and how lucky that they put us together.
For my birthday she gave me a certificate for a Princess spa treatment. Naked, the attendant went around me, over me, lifted my breast with a pencil, cupped my lady bits. All before laying me on a table, for a deep massage and body treatment. My lady bits were where she spent her time, my 'friend' had specifically requested that she make my kitty beautiful, to the eye. And for loving. While she worked on me, waxing me thoroughly, she told me she was friends with Laura. And she volunteered, Laura loved me.
All naked, waxed, made up and presentable, Laura came in to give her approval. She 'kissed' my lips and said it was perfect.
You see I am not a lesbian, Laura is a lesbian, there's a big difference. She is in love with me, I love her. I live with her, she gets lonely for me and comes to get in bed with me. She has standards, and I go to the spa twice monthly, and Laura takes care of me daily. I just don't have her eye for it. Her kitty is beautiful, I admit it, but what's eye candy doesn't mean I want to kiss her 'lips' like she does. I appreciate it. A sweet kiss on the 'lips' is nice, but it's not what a man can do with you.
I have a boyfriend, a with benefits boyfriend. I need his attention. He likes my kitty, but what he does has nothing to do with what my kitty looks like. Sometimes, I confess, I need him to get rough and tumble with me, sort of remind me what my kitty's for.
I respect Laura's space, and he never shows his face around her. With Laura it's all about 'pretty', from my hair and nails, to my kitty. I wear the panties and bra she selects for me, the top and skirt or jeans, the shoes and j*welry. When she dresses me I'm Barbie. And she takes me out among her friends to play tea party. We never talk about 'him', and what he does with my kitty.
Over there, on the other side of the building was a woman who had my same schedule. We were elevator friends. In the department she worked in a positioned opened. She put my name in and I was called in for an interview. I interviewed with two women, one was a 'dyke', the other a real nice girl. She was assigned to take me to lunch, to find out if I liked girls.
True enough, in that department the women were all lesbians, and the supervisor was the dyke I interviewed with. I was the first straight girl in the department, my elevator friend used her influence to throw me a safety line. I was assigned to her, to train me. Welcome to the world of a lesbian who crushed on me. It was so, suffocating, she wanted to be with me, almost to the point of following me into the stall in the bathroom.
Birthday, I was her guest of honor. Art fair, I followed. Clothes shopping, she selected, went into the dressing room with me, took off, put on, until she was satisfied. Called in the 'bra' fitter. Stood behind me in the mirror, cupped my breasts until the fitter did the job properly. Oh, she as always telling me she loved me, and how lucky that they put us together.
For my birthday she gave me a certificate for a Princess spa treatment. Naked, the attendant went around me, over me, lifted my breast with a pencil, cupped my lady bits. All before laying me on a table, for a deep massage and body treatment. My lady bits were where she spent her time, my 'friend' had specifically requested that she make my kitty beautiful, to the eye. And for loving. While she worked on me, waxing me thoroughly, she told me she was friends with Laura. And she volunteered, Laura loved me.
All naked, waxed, made up and presentable, Laura came in to give her approval. She 'kissed' my lips and said it was perfect.
You see I am not a lesbian, Laura is a lesbian, there's a big difference. She is in love with me, I love her. I live with her, she gets lonely for me and comes to get in bed with me. She has standards, and I go to the spa twice monthly, and Laura takes care of me daily. I just don't have her eye for it. Her kitty is beautiful, I admit it, but what's eye candy doesn't mean I want to kiss her 'lips' like she does. I appreciate it. A sweet kiss on the 'lips' is nice, but it's not what a man can do with you.
I have a boyfriend, a with benefits boyfriend. I need his attention. He likes my kitty, but what he does has nothing to do with what my kitty looks like. Sometimes, I confess, I need him to get rough and tumble with me, sort of remind me what my kitty's for.
I respect Laura's space, and he never shows his face around her. With Laura it's all about 'pretty', from my hair and nails, to my kitty. I wear the panties and bra she selects for me, the top and skirt or jeans, the shoes and j*welry. When she dresses me I'm Barbie. And she takes me out among her friends to play tea party. We never talk about 'him', and what he does with my kitty.
