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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 29
Faced With Financial Desperation We Sold Out To A Man To Support Us
I do have a college degree, but I have limited earning potential. I worked two jobs, one an office clerical job, and I worked as a server to make ends meet. I lived in a crowded apartment with three other women, who much like me didn't make enough to live on their own. We got along, but no one had any 'me' time, as we were four in two bedrooms. My roommate, was a dance major in college and a free lance dance instructor, and sometimes yoga instructor. I had to help her meet expenses.
She liked being held at night and that added to this situation, the reason why I never had a boyfriend and couldn't think of finding one. She did not want a boyfriend, she slept with a girl that was her love interest. And to make matters worse, I have big sister syndrome and loved taking care of her. I held her in a spoon and usually fell asleep after I heard her sleeping. No matter how hard I tried I could not bring up any interest in a male sexual companion. It just wasn't there, I hugged her tighter.
I am well aware, and I was well aware then, that I was in the girlfriend zone. I had a girlfriend I could take care of and she was beautiful and loving. I wasn't going to find a man. We were lesbians, albeit not the type that people imagine. And this was the situation when we floated into 2020. Poor girls, but very happy in a very emotionally and physical relationship.
Her income went to zero. I lost my server job. My clerical job went remote. One of our other roommates left to go live with her parents. Rent was impossible and the forced prison was mentally exhausting. At my clerical job was a man, who lived alone in a house and he offered me a situation. If he picked up all the money commitments, and I (and my girlfriend) agreed to pick up all the home management duties, we could move in with him. It had a room for my work commitments, a large kitchen great room, an outside with trees and flowers. But as part of the deal, he wanted my vagina. Nothing is free, he would support us completely, but he got use of my vagina.
I know you are thinking, so what's the big deal. Remember above, I'm a lesbian, maybe not conventional but a lesbian. I love a girl, I sleep with a girl, my emotional center is with this girl, when it gets a little warm in bed sometimes there's kissing and some under the covers caressing. Yes, a dancer, in bed with you, you eat pussy. All lesbians in the end eat pussy. I ate pussy, I eat pussy. My vagina had never been used for a dick, not even a fake one. We are a strictly oral couple. And I will add, very much in love with each other. We are not street lesbians, we are private.
We talked about it, and the money situation for us was desperate, and reluctantly agreed to his terms and moved into his house with him. I was sure that if he insisted I would just be a vessel. I would 'abandon' reality and lay there, and he could masturbate with me.
It is no longer 2020, my girlfriend has a yoga studio and dance studio, now that she has all the financial backing for it. We are responsible for all the house management duties, including decorating and bringing a woman's touch to it. I never went back to serving tables, and I have a comfortable job situation. He not only pays all the 'bills' that come in, he provides us with money for our needs as women, including vacations and extras for birthdays and Christmas for our nieces and nephews.
He has my vagina. He has no interest in any other vagina. He uses my vagina for all of his purposes. Sometimes not at the most convenient time for me, but it's there when he needs it. It's distant, I do not participate, I'm a vessel only, I'm his daily driver for masturbation. Because it is masturbation with a vagina.
All of my sexual energy is invested in my partner, we are as I said earlier, an oral couple. Lots and lots of kissing and kisses all over. We eat pussy, that's our sexual driver. Except that we are now in our late twenties and we are totally financially dependent on him. And in our life circle, we don't mind being known as the lesbian girls that live with him.
She liked being held at night and that added to this situation, the reason why I never had a boyfriend and couldn't think of finding one. She did not want a boyfriend, she slept with a girl that was her love interest. And to make matters worse, I have big sister syndrome and loved taking care of her. I held her in a spoon and usually fell asleep after I heard her sleeping. No matter how hard I tried I could not bring up any interest in a male sexual companion. It just wasn't there, I hugged her tighter.
I am well aware, and I was well aware then, that I was in the girlfriend zone. I had a girlfriend I could take care of and she was beautiful and loving. I wasn't going to find a man. We were lesbians, albeit not the type that people imagine. And this was the situation when we floated into 2020. Poor girls, but very happy in a very emotionally and physical relationship.
Her income went to zero. I lost my server job. My clerical job went remote. One of our other roommates left to go live with her parents. Rent was impossible and the forced prison was mentally exhausting. At my clerical job was a man, who lived alone in a house and he offered me a situation. If he picked up all the money commitments, and I (and my girlfriend) agreed to pick up all the home management duties, we could move in with him. It had a room for my work commitments, a large kitchen great room, an outside with trees and flowers. But as part of the deal, he wanted my vagina. Nothing is free, he would support us completely, but he got use of my vagina.
I know you are thinking, so what's the big deal. Remember above, I'm a lesbian, maybe not conventional but a lesbian. I love a girl, I sleep with a girl, my emotional center is with this girl, when it gets a little warm in bed sometimes there's kissing and some under the covers caressing. Yes, a dancer, in bed with you, you eat pussy. All lesbians in the end eat pussy. I ate pussy, I eat pussy. My vagina had never been used for a dick, not even a fake one. We are a strictly oral couple. And I will add, very much in love with each other. We are not street lesbians, we are private.
We talked about it, and the money situation for us was desperate, and reluctantly agreed to his terms and moved into his house with him. I was sure that if he insisted I would just be a vessel. I would 'abandon' reality and lay there, and he could masturbate with me.
It is no longer 2020, my girlfriend has a yoga studio and dance studio, now that she has all the financial backing for it. We are responsible for all the house management duties, including decorating and bringing a woman's touch to it. I never went back to serving tables, and I have a comfortable job situation. He not only pays all the 'bills' that come in, he provides us with money for our needs as women, including vacations and extras for birthdays and Christmas for our nieces and nephews.
He has my vagina. He has no interest in any other vagina. He uses my vagina for all of his purposes. Sometimes not at the most convenient time for me, but it's there when he needs it. It's distant, I do not participate, I'm a vessel only, I'm his daily driver for masturbation. Because it is masturbation with a vagina.
All of my sexual energy is invested in my partner, we are as I said earlier, an oral couple. Lots and lots of kissing and kisses all over. We eat pussy, that's our sexual driver. Except that we are now in our late twenties and we are totally financially dependent on him. And in our life circle, we don't mind being known as the lesbian girls that live with him.
