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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 31
Jealousy And Frustration We Are Now Deep In The Doodoo.
My name is Candelaria, I go by Candy. I am 31 and live on the Gulf Coast and have a degree in Finance. I did not become pregnant in high school because I wasn't attracted to guys. My attractions went the other way. In high school I had a girlfriend, but it was puppy love and we basically just kissed and touched our tits. In college I had a more complete relationship with a girl and we did more than touch tits, I faced down my anxiety, closed my eyes and slipped my tongue in her vagina. She was experienced, so going down for her was easy.
Out of college I had two jobs, one was as a sales clerk at a Coach store, I loved being dressed in all black, and had a crush on a girl that worked there. It was her who led me down the deep dark path of tattoos and piercings, and the full waxed treatment, including my butthole. Up till then I didn't realize the butthole was a thing, waxed and bleached she ate ass and I liked it. But it's not my thing.
The second job I got was because a friend of mine worked there, it paid a lot more and it had benefits, and she convinced me I needed insurance. She was a girl who didn't mind if you pushed her legs open, and didn't mind if you put your face in her. But she didn't go around looking for it, and she wanted to meet a guy and get married. I spent a lot of time with my face between her legs trying to convince her to stay true to me.
We went to a party of one of her friends, who had just turned 21 and it was bar hopping. We went to this bar that had dancing. Most of the people were straight, but there were a few girls dancing together. My friend and I stayed together, together. We danced together, and whether she had thought about it or not, I kissed her on the dance floor. I didn't realize that she hadn't told anyone that I kissed her. She got mad and we had a fight out in the open. But it was too late, I told everyone we had been a couple since college and we had been lovers for seven years by then. "This is my girlfriend". The idea of her going off with some guy terrorized me.
She decided she would go home to her parent's house and not sleep with me that night. I went out to this bar that we went to often and a guy there pushed himself on me. It was a twenty minute decision that affects your whole life. I let him have sex with me, I was angry at her and I was getting back at her, but it backfired.
I had a daughter, I chose not to terminate it, and I told her that it was 'ours' and I expected her to comother with me. She could forget once and for all about some guy, she was getting married. I was over the top with her, but she had to understand that a guy wasn't in her future. We got married the old fashioned way, we eloped at the court house.
What happened next to me is beyond my comprehension. Being pregnant was addictive and I soon had another one, and I pushed her to get pregnant too. In less than three years we had three babies in the house. Her baby daddy would not participate, but my first baby daddy did, as long as he got visitation. He is the father of my second baby too.
Of the two of us I'm the one with a man in our life. My baby daddy is all in and he treats the other child like he's his daddy too. We can't make it without his help, and we are both well aware that having a baby daddy around is good for us and the children. For a couple of dumb lesbians, we have really made a mess of it. We will be attached to a man for the rest of our lives. Like it or not we have a Sir to report to.
Out of college I had two jobs, one was as a sales clerk at a Coach store, I loved being dressed in all black, and had a crush on a girl that worked there. It was her who led me down the deep dark path of tattoos and piercings, and the full waxed treatment, including my butthole. Up till then I didn't realize the butthole was a thing, waxed and bleached she ate ass and I liked it. But it's not my thing.
The second job I got was because a friend of mine worked there, it paid a lot more and it had benefits, and she convinced me I needed insurance. She was a girl who didn't mind if you pushed her legs open, and didn't mind if you put your face in her. But she didn't go around looking for it, and she wanted to meet a guy and get married. I spent a lot of time with my face between her legs trying to convince her to stay true to me.
We went to a party of one of her friends, who had just turned 21 and it was bar hopping. We went to this bar that had dancing. Most of the people were straight, but there were a few girls dancing together. My friend and I stayed together, together. We danced together, and whether she had thought about it or not, I kissed her on the dance floor. I didn't realize that she hadn't told anyone that I kissed her. She got mad and we had a fight out in the open. But it was too late, I told everyone we had been a couple since college and we had been lovers for seven years by then. "This is my girlfriend". The idea of her going off with some guy terrorized me.
She decided she would go home to her parent's house and not sleep with me that night. I went out to this bar that we went to often and a guy there pushed himself on me. It was a twenty minute decision that affects your whole life. I let him have sex with me, I was angry at her and I was getting back at her, but it backfired.
I had a daughter, I chose not to terminate it, and I told her that it was 'ours' and I expected her to comother with me. She could forget once and for all about some guy, she was getting married. I was over the top with her, but she had to understand that a guy wasn't in her future. We got married the old fashioned way, we eloped at the court house.
What happened next to me is beyond my comprehension. Being pregnant was addictive and I soon had another one, and I pushed her to get pregnant too. In less than three years we had three babies in the house. Her baby daddy would not participate, but my first baby daddy did, as long as he got visitation. He is the father of my second baby too.
Of the two of us I'm the one with a man in our life. My baby daddy is all in and he treats the other child like he's his daddy too. We can't make it without his help, and we are both well aware that having a baby daddy around is good for us and the children. For a couple of dumb lesbians, we have really made a mess of it. We will be attached to a man for the rest of our lives. Like it or not we have a Sir to report to.
