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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 25
The Dyke Within Me
After college I got a job as a travel coordinator. On the other side of the building another girl got hired as a junior accountant. We met because we both went to the gym, a company benefit, at the same hour.
We both lived at home, no boyfriend, grew up without a father. After a couple of months the office manager mentioned that an executive had a condo he rented, close to work. If I was interested she would put a word in for me. The rent was too much, so I asked 'her' to join me.
We got settled, she put on a load of laundry and came out with nothing but panties, sat down and changed the channel. I asked her if she planned on sitting their naked. Her answer floored me, "I thought you were a dyke, don't you dig titties?' A conversation later, she was straddling my lap, pushing her titties in my face.
Something triggered and I kissed and sucked on her titties, kissed her mouth, and put her in her back and ate her pussy. That night we slept in one bed, the following morning she told me she wanted to be 'the wife' and I could be 'the husband'. My first time ever, not her first time. She took over the laundry and cleaning.
18 months later I went to lunch with a coworker. Older by 7 years, an engineer in the company. He told me he hadn't been lucky, he wanted a woman to take over the house, stay home and have children. I kept backing up, and he had sex with me, my first time, and I became pregnant.
We got married a few weeks later in a public park setting, with his brother an ordained internet minister. I wasn't a cook, I didn't iron. I was a complete failure. And my 'wife' was completely cut off from me because I got pregnant.
I left my husband, returned to my wife, and she looked after me to have the baby. I live with my wife, but he has 'privileges', and visitation and say sos. I changed my name, because of the baby. I've agreed to have another baby, because both my husband and my wife want me to.
I may be the 'the dyke' to my 'wife, but it turns out my contribution is having the babies.
We both lived at home, no boyfriend, grew up without a father. After a couple of months the office manager mentioned that an executive had a condo he rented, close to work. If I was interested she would put a word in for me. The rent was too much, so I asked 'her' to join me.
We got settled, she put on a load of laundry and came out with nothing but panties, sat down and changed the channel. I asked her if she planned on sitting their naked. Her answer floored me, "I thought you were a dyke, don't you dig titties?' A conversation later, she was straddling my lap, pushing her titties in my face.
Something triggered and I kissed and sucked on her titties, kissed her mouth, and put her in her back and ate her pussy. That night we slept in one bed, the following morning she told me she wanted to be 'the wife' and I could be 'the husband'. My first time ever, not her first time. She took over the laundry and cleaning.
18 months later I went to lunch with a coworker. Older by 7 years, an engineer in the company. He told me he hadn't been lucky, he wanted a woman to take over the house, stay home and have children. I kept backing up, and he had sex with me, my first time, and I became pregnant.
We got married a few weeks later in a public park setting, with his brother an ordained internet minister. I wasn't a cook, I didn't iron. I was a complete failure. And my 'wife' was completely cut off from me because I got pregnant.
I left my husband, returned to my wife, and she looked after me to have the baby. I live with my wife, but he has 'privileges', and visitation and say sos. I changed my name, because of the baby. I've agreed to have another baby, because both my husband and my wife want me to.
I may be the 'the dyke' to my 'wife, but it turns out my contribution is having the babies.
