Lesbian Female / 26
One And Done
I have a condition, It's sexual. When a guy touches me I cringe and withdraw. Even if it is unintentional, like in a crowd at the mall. The closest I can describe it is like a smell that makes you feel like vomiting.
I found that to please myself I need absolute privacy, no one else in the house and lots of time. I don't use images, it is a very slow process in letting myself be overtaken by something I can't control.
After I finished college I went to work in an office. I took the job because it was a 100% female environment. I am not gregarious. At work I met Steph who was looking for a roommate and she lived closer to work, and the rent was right. See, I over analyze everything.
Steph got all over me, kissing me, grabbing at my chest, grabbing my crotch. I got her off of me yelling 'what the fuck'. Steph looked at me, 'what you need is a good fuck'. I left and went back into my room, Steph followed, 'I'm not done'. She got my shirt off, exposed my breasts, pulled my pants off and dug her nose into my crotch. I got caught by surprise and had an orgasm. She used my hip to 'rub one off'.
Steph kisses me, a lot.
Many, many months later there was a tenth anniversary happy hour for a coworker. The man our boss reported to came. I knew him, but never interacted with him. He kept talking to me, and touching me. I stepped back, but got caught in a corner. When I got loose Steph came over to me and said he wanted 'that', pointing at my crotch.
She maneuvered it, not me. He was at our apartment. She told him in front of me, 'she's hot, and never been touched'. She opened his zipper and on her knees she gave him oral sex, and once he was past being in control she told him 'go get her big boy'. You call it what you want, I call it something else. Steph cleaned me up. 'Now you've been fucked'.
Steph kisses me a lot. She takes my clothes off in the light. Steph cleans up my crotch, she uses her mouth and her thumb to 'get me off'. I do have orgasms now and don't feel guilty. I do let her enjoy me, keep me naked with the lights on. I don't doubt that I'm 'in love', or that my day starts and ends with Steph beside me. We don't talk about that night. It's not what I want to remember. Steph calls it 'tough love'. I call it something else.
I found that to please myself I need absolute privacy, no one else in the house and lots of time. I don't use images, it is a very slow process in letting myself be overtaken by something I can't control.
After I finished college I went to work in an office. I took the job because it was a 100% female environment. I am not gregarious. At work I met Steph who was looking for a roommate and she lived closer to work, and the rent was right. See, I over analyze everything.
Steph got all over me, kissing me, grabbing at my chest, grabbing my crotch. I got her off of me yelling 'what the fuck'. Steph looked at me, 'what you need is a good fuck'. I left and went back into my room, Steph followed, 'I'm not done'. She got my shirt off, exposed my breasts, pulled my pants off and dug her nose into my crotch. I got caught by surprise and had an orgasm. She used my hip to 'rub one off'.
Steph kisses me, a lot.
Many, many months later there was a tenth anniversary happy hour for a coworker. The man our boss reported to came. I knew him, but never interacted with him. He kept talking to me, and touching me. I stepped back, but got caught in a corner. When I got loose Steph came over to me and said he wanted 'that', pointing at my crotch.
She maneuvered it, not me. He was at our apartment. She told him in front of me, 'she's hot, and never been touched'. She opened his zipper and on her knees she gave him oral sex, and once he was past being in control she told him 'go get her big boy'. You call it what you want, I call it something else. Steph cleaned me up. 'Now you've been fucked'.
Steph kisses me a lot. She takes my clothes off in the light. Steph cleans up my crotch, she uses her mouth and her thumb to 'get me off'. I do have orgasms now and don't feel guilty. I do let her enjoy me, keep me naked with the lights on. I don't doubt that I'm 'in love', or that my day starts and ends with Steph beside me. We don't talk about that night. It's not what I want to remember. Steph calls it 'tough love'. I call it something else.
