Bi-Sexual Female / 31
I Once Had A Woman Lover Now I Have A Man
I had a fully supported life, all the way through college and beyond. I needed for nothing, I got what I wanted, when I wanted. After graduation I moved to be away from the influence of my family, to try new things, make my own mistakes. I settled into a lesbian relationship with a woman I met and played the housekeeping role. I liked it, liked having her as the dominant person in my life, liked being the one to keep house and prepare the meals. But one day she said 'get out' and she moved another girl in.
I went home after that, to decompress. Because I had lived with this woman for several years my family was aware of my choice in partner. My town isn't what you might call a fertile ground for meeting other women. I met this one and that one but the chemistry just wasn't there. I got a job working for a woman, who happened to be a lesbian, but sixty years old. She identified with me and mothered me. But one day a man came in and I had to help him. He was condescending, assertive, he liked me on the spot. He asked me out, first to dinner, and then to other things. I went, not because he was a man, but because I couldn't say no.
When he wanted sex with me I wasn't able to say no. Like peeling an onion, he took one thing off at a time, until he had me fully naked and then he showed me who was boss. I got up and fixed the bed, for me to sleep in. I cleaned up the bathroom in the morning because I have a thing about messy bathrooms. I fixed breakfast for him and set the table. I bent over the table after breakfast and waited for him to complete what he had started but had not been able to finish. I went home with a billion sperm in me, swimming through my cervix, up into my uterus and fallopian tubes searching for an egg to fertilize.
I fertilized easily and was in seventh heaven with my pregnancy. My mother asked me what happened, wasn't I a lesbian. Yes, I am, but right now I need a man to boss me around for a while.
I am one of those women who needs a strong assertive man to be with. To grow a baby and present him with a son. To change my name for, to keep his home and be fertile for. I may be a lesbian and going through some form of rebound attachment, or I may not be a lesbian and I got straightened out by him. Either way, right now I'm making babies and keeping house. I want every man he knows to be jealous because their wives aren't as capable as me, or pay as much attention to their husband like I do to mine. I can get pregnant just by spreading my legs, I'm a fertile woman that's for sure.
I went home after that, to decompress. Because I had lived with this woman for several years my family was aware of my choice in partner. My town isn't what you might call a fertile ground for meeting other women. I met this one and that one but the chemistry just wasn't there. I got a job working for a woman, who happened to be a lesbian, but sixty years old. She identified with me and mothered me. But one day a man came in and I had to help him. He was condescending, assertive, he liked me on the spot. He asked me out, first to dinner, and then to other things. I went, not because he was a man, but because I couldn't say no.
When he wanted sex with me I wasn't able to say no. Like peeling an onion, he took one thing off at a time, until he had me fully naked and then he showed me who was boss. I got up and fixed the bed, for me to sleep in. I cleaned up the bathroom in the morning because I have a thing about messy bathrooms. I fixed breakfast for him and set the table. I bent over the table after breakfast and waited for him to complete what he had started but had not been able to finish. I went home with a billion sperm in me, swimming through my cervix, up into my uterus and fallopian tubes searching for an egg to fertilize.
I fertilized easily and was in seventh heaven with my pregnancy. My mother asked me what happened, wasn't I a lesbian. Yes, I am, but right now I need a man to boss me around for a while.
I am one of those women who needs a strong assertive man to be with. To grow a baby and present him with a son. To change my name for, to keep his home and be fertile for. I may be a lesbian and going through some form of rebound attachment, or I may not be a lesbian and I got straightened out by him. Either way, right now I'm making babies and keeping house. I want every man he knows to be jealous because their wives aren't as capable as me, or pay as much attention to their husband like I do to mine. I can get pregnant just by spreading my legs, I'm a fertile woman that's for sure.
