Lesbian Female / 37
Two Little Lesbians In One Man's Household
As a child growing up I was focused on school, even in kindergarten. I was the 'good' student, the teacher's example. I was studious, intellectual, applied myself. Around my house I read but did not participate in the kitchen with my mother and grandmother. By high school my grandmother would 'talk' to me, unless I learned how to keep a house, I would not find a husband. Forcing me didn't help, eventually they stopped trying.
I had developed a like for being around the men, the topics of conversation. I wanted to participate, to argue. It was repeated often that I was going to be a lawyer. In my first year of college I became friends with Esther. A Jewish girl from New York. She liked discussing world problems. We never talked home topics, never talked marriage or children. One day while talking on the sofa of her apartment she kissed me. She said she wanted to know what it felt like.
It wasn't long until we were kissing and petting, and more. We never used the word, didn't even think it. We finished college and went our ways, but we had to reconnect and did so. We moved to New York City and lived the poor life. We found other girls like us. The longer we were there the more we gravitated to them. I seriously contemplated Law School, but I couldn't afford it. I became a paralegal. Esther followed her inclinations into medical support work.
At my work I met a lawyer who insisted on trapping me as his work wife. I resented it and turned in my resignation, and he didn't give me permission. Work wife became non work related support, and he imposed himself on me. It became impossible to stop him, and he sexually dominated me. I didn't need an outsider pointing it out to me, Esther saw it, our friends saw it, but I was trapped and I either surrendered or went crazy.
He never tried or suggested that Esther and me break up, the contrary. He liked Esther and wanted her around him. She avoided him as long as possible, but he imposed himself on her until she surrendered. After he was sure of us, he started supporting us financially.
Esther and I became 'sisters', vey close intimate sisters. But to the outside world, sisters. He liked very much that we remained intimate. A man watching us, pushing us, he wsnted to participate. In the heat of the moment he got between us and chose one for him to focus on. After that night, that became our love making pattern. Not a threesome, Esther and me, and he taking advantage of us, The one thing that was true, we wanted to be with him.
It's easy to say now when we are in our late thirties, that living with him is easy. I'm not that whiz in the house, neither is Esther, but together we manage. We don't sleep apart from him, we don't refuse him. We thought about children, but time is now against us.
I know now I'm a bit pervert, I like very much making love in front of him, until he can't hold back and attacks us. Very definitely he controls us sexually, he is sexually dominant. We prefer it that way, us being sisters and having him choose one of us. Long ago now we got over the stigma of being merely women in his household. P.S., Esther and me are naturally submissive with him, but not with any other person.
I had developed a like for being around the men, the topics of conversation. I wanted to participate, to argue. It was repeated often that I was going to be a lawyer. In my first year of college I became friends with Esther. A Jewish girl from New York. She liked discussing world problems. We never talked home topics, never talked marriage or children. One day while talking on the sofa of her apartment she kissed me. She said she wanted to know what it felt like.
It wasn't long until we were kissing and petting, and more. We never used the word, didn't even think it. We finished college and went our ways, but we had to reconnect and did so. We moved to New York City and lived the poor life. We found other girls like us. The longer we were there the more we gravitated to them. I seriously contemplated Law School, but I couldn't afford it. I became a paralegal. Esther followed her inclinations into medical support work.
At my work I met a lawyer who insisted on trapping me as his work wife. I resented it and turned in my resignation, and he didn't give me permission. Work wife became non work related support, and he imposed himself on me. It became impossible to stop him, and he sexually dominated me. I didn't need an outsider pointing it out to me, Esther saw it, our friends saw it, but I was trapped and I either surrendered or went crazy.
He never tried or suggested that Esther and me break up, the contrary. He liked Esther and wanted her around him. She avoided him as long as possible, but he imposed himself on her until she surrendered. After he was sure of us, he started supporting us financially.
Esther and I became 'sisters', vey close intimate sisters. But to the outside world, sisters. He liked very much that we remained intimate. A man watching us, pushing us, he wsnted to participate. In the heat of the moment he got between us and chose one for him to focus on. After that night, that became our love making pattern. Not a threesome, Esther and me, and he taking advantage of us, The one thing that was true, we wanted to be with him.
It's easy to say now when we are in our late thirties, that living with him is easy. I'm not that whiz in the house, neither is Esther, but together we manage. We don't sleep apart from him, we don't refuse him. We thought about children, but time is now against us.
I know now I'm a bit pervert, I like very much making love in front of him, until he can't hold back and attacks us. Very definitely he controls us sexually, he is sexually dominant. We prefer it that way, us being sisters and having him choose one of us. Long ago now we got over the stigma of being merely women in his household. P.S., Esther and me are naturally submissive with him, but not with any other person.
