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Coming To Terms With Being Gay

My first time and exposure to gay men occurred when I was a waiter at a diner in college. I worked the evening shift, getting off around midnight. A regular customer came in and sat in my section. He tipped well and we became friends. I worked out a lot and liked being toned and I confess that I was hooked on supplements. He was a man that lived alone and worked for the utility company. He told me that the supplements were bad for me.

That's the back ground. One evening I told him I needed a vacuum cleaner. He told me he had one and I could borrow it. He gave me his address and told me I could stop by on Saturday. I went, I didn't have to work until three, and he was waiting for me. It was a little strange talking to him in his apartment. He showed the vacuum cleaner and he put his arm around me and said he wanted to take care of me.

I got kissed and while he kissed me he put his hand over my zipper, and I stood there and let him. After the kiss he patted and ran his hand across my back side. We sat down for him to continue kissing me and work on getting my pants open. Once he had my penis in his hand he bent down to suck me. I didn't say anything, I just let him kiss me and suck on me. When he stood up, and undid his belt and let his pants fall, he took his penis out and offered it to me. I had to, I couldn't stop myself, I put his penis in my mouth and sucked him.

Of course, he made sure that before I left he had completed anal intercourse with me.

That day is the day I came to terms with being gay.

  • Not Really A Lesbian

    Before the pandemic and lockdowns I worked as an HR generalist. My boss, the HR Director, had two toddlers. I helped with baby sitting. During the pandemic I worked remotely, and half the time at her house. During that time she came out to me, her divorce, and her need for a girlfriend. Although I didn't identify I gave in.

    By Christmas of 2020 we woke up as two mommies to her girls. Christmas day her ex came by to see the girls. He didn't leave empty handed, he had me for Christmas and left me with his Christmas present. All is well, I was set up to give the girls a new sibling.

    My child is in kindergarten, she has two mommies. Her sisters spoil her, because she's the baby. In 2023 we got married. But the truth is that DaddyO stays over to see me.

    Am I Weird?

    I've had a weird thought that I'm obsessed with and I know it's not normal but I want opinions. I love ehte thought of gang bangs. Not like literally gangs but I'm a women and the thought of being filled up by people u love .. oh God embarrassinggg idk it's a kink or something..

  • Marrying My Cousin

    I married my lesbian cousin twenty five years ago. It was arranged, marry, take her away.

    See, she was seventeen, I was twenty seven, just finished my doctoral program. She had this girlfriend my family hated. This girlfriend was twenty three at the time, she had been dishonorably discharged from the NAVY, for being caught in a lesbian situation with a young recruit. She landed hard, got involved with my cousin, and things went down hill from there. I was recruited to take her away from the influence of that girl.

    We were married in a family ceremony, and she was on a plane with me the following morning.

    She finished high school with me, went on to college and graduated. Only after college did I enforce the marriage.

    She had surrendered to her fate by then, and she allowed herself to have children. We have lived together for twenty five years. From time to time she gets these lesbian feelings. That girl, the Navy woman, died in a car wreck a couple of years after my cousin left with me. I never told her. In those days there wasn't social media, and once married she had moved on from her.

    Auditory, Visual, And Auralism Fetishes

    When I made my confession about loving the sound of a woman scratching her fingernails on objects, I saw under my confession, sensory arousal was one of the hashtags. I decided to google it. I googled “sensory arousal fetish” and found that the fetish that best describes what I experience is an auditory fetish or auralism. It’s also a visual fetish for me. Both the sight and sound of a woman scratching her fingernails on objects gets me excited and hard as a rock. However their consent matters and it’s also important to appreciate their personality and energy and essence.

  • Learning The Ways To A Man's Heart

    I am well aware that many women don't like to read this, or even hear about it. I was surprised myself. I had managed my life through college and the beginning of a promising career with a law firm. I was 28, and my hiring partner was a woman in her mid thirties. She was married to a much older man, who had been her professor. She is the one that talked to me about expressing my submissive side, how to give in, how to be the bitch, to clean up after him, to wash his underpants, to pair his socks. Only then was I going to find what I was looking for. It wasn't in some bar, or being picked up by some broad. What I needed was a real man, with balls and firm hand.

    Yes, I laughed. She described her husband, and how submissive she was around him. But that wasn't for me. I was not going to be tied down by a man. And, anyway, when I needed sexual relief, I gravitated to women first, never a man. At that time I was dating Kate, a lawyer, a marathon runner, a woman who could 'fuck'. I didn't want to fall in love, but I knew I was just one small step away. One more time, and I would give in. So I kept myself away, and Kate was getting bossy and demanding my time.

    I was pulled into a new client meeting. At that time I was general commercial law, the way you get trained. I would assist, and the account was headed up by a fifty year old partner. Divorced, with two girls. She worked long hours and expected her staff to follow suit. We met the client, around fifty, a well preserved man, the owner and founder of his company. He had been referred, he had a case that needed a firm that could handle a maritime case, the partner's area of expertise.

    So let me tell you, he shut down the partner pretty quick. He was in charge, not her. She had to concede to him, which pissed her off. She was fuming under her collar, and he held her in place with his voice and his stare. There was a coffee break. He addressed me, 'honey, can you serve me a water, no ice'. Just that, heavy on the words 'honey' and 'serve'. At least I took it like that. But I did get up and get him a glass of water. That's when he 'patted' me on the ass. Fury is what comes to mind. I turned on him, he took my wrist, 'be a good girl'. and I sat down.

    Now I was fuming, we traded stares with my boss. She passed a note to me, 'not our client'. She moved to end the session. He went on the attack. If we didn't have the balls for his account, then he would find someone else, but rest assured our reputation went with it. So, put up, or shut up. Did we have the balls for his account. You don't ask two women if they have the balls. I stood up, looked down at my crotch, 'no, no balls here. But I've got a c**t'. My boss stared at me, he liked it, he patted me on the ass again when he left.

    So move forward, I wash his underpants. I pair his socks, I keep his house, I cook. I do all those things for him. I help him relax when he comes home, make sure he has a hot meal, I make sure the bed is clean and fresh, I wash my 'c**t', and let him pat my ass. So my hiring partner was right, Submissive bitch is the way to go. Submissive in bed, submissive in the kitchen, submissive in the house.

    But I am not submissive at work.