Straight Female / 26
We were in junior school and at a slumber party the topic of sex came up and we all went around the room telling what we had done. Well so and so had been kissed and so and so had been felt up and so and so, you know which one, had held his dick in her hand and had kissed it. No one admitted to actually having sex, intercourse. I had, but I kept my mouth shut. My 'experience' had not been my idea, it felt like my insides were torn apart by a hot knife.
In high school a friend of mine called me up and told me that she had been fucked by one of her brother's friends. I went over and we talked and I held her and she cried and I told her to be tough, it was just a dick. I whispered to her that I had been fucked many times and I was still alive.
Later when we were both out of high school and working she told me that she wanted 'it'. But this time, with a guy she liked and would I help her. The guy she liked in my opinion was a nobody and user and I told her that she could do better so I set her up with my brother's friend and he fucked her the first night. She said she didn't like it and she didn't want to see him again. All along I was still with the same man, he had complete 'liberties' with me and I paid attention to him. By then, he had been having sex with me for several years and I was used to it and gave him what he wanted, both in bed and in the house. I whispered to my friend who he was.
These are secrets between girls, she wanted 'it' bad, all the time but she didn't like it. I told her I didn't like it but I got 'it' all the time. She never liked it and I couldn't really marry the man that had sex with me so we when we decided to leave home and live together that suited us fine. We were 24. I had obligations so I still went to him and gave him what he wanted, I didn't want him coming over to our apartment and seeing her there and she talked about it but never did it. I told her about 'it' when it happened and she cuddled up with her hand between her legs until she fell asleep. My experience never included anything kinky or weird, it is up and up sex between a man and his woman, flat on my back. He is not a kinky man, he just wants his woman.
I talked her into trying one more time. I introduced her to a man at work, he was older and settled, divorced with no kids and he took her in the apartment and it sounded like it was more than once. The next morning I told her to fix him breakfast, ham and eggs and coffee and show him she could do it all for him. I sent her to his house to pay attention to him, take care of his house, show him she was a woman and all she needed was a man. Just as I do for my man, I am his woman so I guess he is my man, I always, since I first became his woman, fixed him breakfast and paid attention to him. No sense in being a woman for him if you don't baby him, that's what my mother always told me, so I baby him and I told her to baby her new boyfriend.
I don't say that being a man's woman is the thing to be or not to be, in my case it was never really my choice, I never dated or ever saw another man, I have never touched another man or kissed another man, I don't know what another man would be like. I have a man and I am his woman and I guess that is how I am going to die. My friend who had such a hard time liking it likes it now and she pays attention to him and he has her be his woman and they get along fine. I am pretty sure he is going to marry her, he wants a family and he likes having her pay attention to him. Like my mother says, baby him and he will keep you. My man does and I am sure her man will keep her too.
Most of our friends from high school are divorced, or single or in bad relationships. I feel sorry for them. I would go crazy if I didn't have a man. It's not about sex, I guess you have to get used to that, it is fixing him ham and eggs and coffee and sitting with him in the morning. I love fixing breakfast for him.
In high school a friend of mine called me up and told me that she had been fucked by one of her brother's friends. I went over and we talked and I held her and she cried and I told her to be tough, it was just a dick. I whispered to her that I had been fucked many times and I was still alive.
Later when we were both out of high school and working she told me that she wanted 'it'. But this time, with a guy she liked and would I help her. The guy she liked in my opinion was a nobody and user and I told her that she could do better so I set her up with my brother's friend and he fucked her the first night. She said she didn't like it and she didn't want to see him again. All along I was still with the same man, he had complete 'liberties' with me and I paid attention to him. By then, he had been having sex with me for several years and I was used to it and gave him what he wanted, both in bed and in the house. I whispered to my friend who he was.
These are secrets between girls, she wanted 'it' bad, all the time but she didn't like it. I told her I didn't like it but I got 'it' all the time. She never liked it and I couldn't really marry the man that had sex with me so we when we decided to leave home and live together that suited us fine. We were 24. I had obligations so I still went to him and gave him what he wanted, I didn't want him coming over to our apartment and seeing her there and she talked about it but never did it. I told her about 'it' when it happened and she cuddled up with her hand between her legs until she fell asleep. My experience never included anything kinky or weird, it is up and up sex between a man and his woman, flat on my back. He is not a kinky man, he just wants his woman.
I talked her into trying one more time. I introduced her to a man at work, he was older and settled, divorced with no kids and he took her in the apartment and it sounded like it was more than once. The next morning I told her to fix him breakfast, ham and eggs and coffee and show him she could do it all for him. I sent her to his house to pay attention to him, take care of his house, show him she was a woman and all she needed was a man. Just as I do for my man, I am his woman so I guess he is my man, I always, since I first became his woman, fixed him breakfast and paid attention to him. No sense in being a woman for him if you don't baby him, that's what my mother always told me, so I baby him and I told her to baby her new boyfriend.
I don't say that being a man's woman is the thing to be or not to be, in my case it was never really my choice, I never dated or ever saw another man, I have never touched another man or kissed another man, I don't know what another man would be like. I have a man and I am his woman and I guess that is how I am going to die. My friend who had such a hard time liking it likes it now and she pays attention to him and he has her be his woman and they get along fine. I am pretty sure he is going to marry her, he wants a family and he likes having her pay attention to him. Like my mother says, baby him and he will keep you. My man does and I am sure her man will keep her too.
Most of our friends from high school are divorced, or single or in bad relationships. I feel sorry for them. I would go crazy if I didn't have a man. It's not about sex, I guess you have to get used to that, it is fixing him ham and eggs and coffee and sitting with him in the morning. I love fixing breakfast for him.
