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Growing up is hard to do, that's what my mother told me. I had lots of hangups, school grades, friends, authority. I almost got out of college unattached and unsexed. My senior graduating semester started off good, by the middle of the semester I was tied down to a guy who had gotten to me at a party. He wanted a servant wife and he found that in me.

I went home after graduation. I did not keep my mouth shut, for the first time in my life I had a guy, I told my mother that we had sex. When he called and told me he had found an apartment and he he told me I needed to get there and set up house, look for a job and be with him I had two choices, obey or disobey. No matter how I thought about it I just could not disobey, my mother told me to call my man and tell him that marriage was the way to get a woman to live with him. I went, I didn't call.

I didn't complain about the apartment, I made it work. But I told him that an apartment wasn't a place for children. A year later I was pregnant in a rent house with a yard. Twenty three and I was now an all around woman, about to be a mother, nested in my house. Whether it was me or him I had set the pattern and found my calling and it was not a job.

I got married, but that was to please my parents.

  • In high school, college I was accused of having Daddy Issues, I have always been attracted to older fatherly men, in college I was always chasing professors. When I went to work after college the VP who we reported to, needed a baby girl to love and look after, and I was ready to be his baby girl. I don't get why people are negative about this, I like being his baby girl and he likes being my Daddy. Keep in mind that sex is just a part if it, being with him is what is what is important.

    I do love him and he loves me, he needs to love his baby girl and I need to love my Daddy, what we don't need is people thinking this is some perverted relationship. Quite the contrary to what I am accused of, no one is taking advantage of anyone, quite the opposite at best we should be accused of giving too much.

    In the sixth grade my girl scout troop joined the boy scouts on a wilderness hike. We got separated from the Boys and we continues not knowing where we were or where we were going. I stopped to tie my shoes and rest, when I looked up I couldn't see my troop. I started walking but went in the wrong direction and by nightfall I was totally lost. The sun went down, it got dark and cold and it started to snow. I yelled but no one heard me. The moon was already up when this older boy found me. He was a Venture Scout, he was very upset with me. By then the weather had gotten worse, it was snowing and it was cold, too cold for my afternoon jacket.

    He found a place, cleaned out the dead branches and packed leaves on the ground and told me we were going to sleep there. He asked if I had to go, he stood with his jacket in front of me so I could pull my pants down. Once we lay down he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his jacket around me. I was sleeping with a boy. During the night he touched my chest until he was able to cup my breasts, small as they were. He started kissing me, his tongue going in my mouth, his hand got my pants undone and his fingers went into my vagina, faster and faster he fingered me and kissed me. He got his pants open and poked my belly with his penis, then pushed his penis down until he was in my vagina and he was on top of me totally inside.

    He turned me around when he was done, helped me get my pants up again, got his pants up and his arms were completely around me ans we fell asleep. The next morning it was cold, windy but the snow had stopped. He took my hand and we started walking until we walked into a search party. He was recognized for finding me and protecting me. My parents thanked him, I was so lucky that he found me. I went along, I was in love with him, and whenever I could I had him hold me and feel me up. He did everything but have sex with me again.

    I had to wait until I went to college, even then I was too young for most everything. When he had sex with me he reminded me that he did because I was already his wife. When I did become his official wife people remembered how he found me and took care of me. No one was surprised that I had fallen for him, or that he took care if me.

    I take care of him right now, he needs me to nurse him back to health. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health. That's the way it has been since the night we spent together in the wilderness.

  • In the sixth grade my girl scout troop joined the boy scouts on a wilderness hike. We got separated from the Boys and we continues not knowing where we were or where we were going. I stopped to tie my shoes and rest, when I looked up I couldn't see my troop. I started walking but went in the wrong direction and by nightfall I was totally lost. The sun went down, it got dark and cold and it started to snow. I yelled but no one heard me. The moon was already up when this older boy found me. He was a Venture Scout, he was very upset with me. By then the weather had gotten worse, it was snowing and it was cold, too cold for my afternoon jacket.

    He found a place, cleaned out the dead branches and packed leaves on the ground and told me we were going to sleep there. He asked if I had to go, he stood with his jacket in front of me so I could pull my pants down. Once we lay down he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his jacket around me. I was sleeping with a boy. During the night he touched my chest until he was able to cup my breasts, small as they were. He started kissing me, his tongue going in my mouth, his hand got my pants undone and his fingers went into my vagina, faster and faster he fingered me and kissed me. He got his pants open and poked my belly with his penis, then pushed his penis down until he was in my vagina and he was on top of me totally inside.

    He turned me around when he was done, helped me get my pants up again, got his pants up and his arms were completely around me ans we fell asleep. The next morning it was cold, windy but the snow had stopped. He took my hand and we started walking until we walked into a search party. He was recognized for finding me and protecting me. My parents thanked him, I was so lucky that he found me. I went along, I was in love with him, and whenever I could I had him hold me and feel me up. He did everything but have sex with me again.

    I had to wait until I went to college, even then I was too young for most everything. When he had sex with me he reminded me that he did because I was already his wife. When I did become his official wife people remembered how he found me and took care of me. No one was surprised that I had fallen for him, or that he took care if me.

    I take care of him right now, he needs me to nurse him back to health. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health. That's the way it has been since the night we spent together in the wilderness.

    My boss changed jobs and left me behind. I worked for him for five years.

    After a couple of months he called me and we went to lunch. Among the other conversations he dropped in the conversation that I had great tits and he bet I could get wet fast. He said point blank, "Let's cut to the chase, I want your c**t, I want to fuck the shit out of you, I want you crawling around asking for cock".

    I did not say anything, just looked at him, when I spoke all I said was "Really, that's what you think of me?" He put me on the spot, "your place or mine". Knowing I was getting fucked I chose my place so went to my apartment, fortunately my roommate was out, he went straight for my 'c**t', fucked me and left me on my back. After a long silence I told him that I wanted a diamond, a fucking rock, I wasn't going to wear some promise ring, I wanted a fucking rock.

    The ring I got is a rock, not as big as I wanted but big enough, he went for quality, dropped twenty grand on it. as to my 'c**t', he bought it, the rock came with papers. Why I had to wait five years to get fucked, five years to get a ring, five years to get my marriage papers, that's what he can't explain.

  • 56 and horny as hell. I am over menopause hot flashes, but I am now horny all the time. I am a California girl, grew up near Laguna Beach, but not an owner, my mother worked in a company as a clerk, we lived in an apartment. But that was long ago, forty years ago. When I was nineteen I married a sailor after his discharge and ended up living in Louisiana because he worked offshore. After Katrina we moved to Houston and got divorced, I was fifty.

    I work for a commercial insurance company, I am now still California, just heavier with fairly big tits. For the last four years a client, a man in his fifties, has taken care of me. His wife went dry so he came around to fuck me, and I like getting fucked, I kept lube around and lubed up before we fucked, I love blowjobs to get him hard, and I love my tits when he strips off my shirt to get his hands on them.

    Right now he can't come over, he is home with his wife, when he calls me he is frustrated, she is dry as a bone and won't do anything about it, he talks to me telling me how he wants to fuck me, to grab my tits, to shove his cock in my mouth and up my c**t. He knows he is teasing me, tells me to use alligator clips on my tits, grab my fake cock and shove it deep, but no man means it is all not the right kind of fun.

    I am a California girl, I need a hot cock, not a plastic one. I want him now, every hour of the day, I need to get fucked. California girls know what I am talking about, I am not Southern Baptist happy to go dry and shrink my pussy shut.