Lesbian Female / 29
I Still Can't Believe I Have Four Kids And All I Want Is Another Baby
I am an artist, I studied Fine Arts in college, and I have been fortunate to be able to practice my passion. I am also a lesbian, one does not have anything to do with the other. In college I was in a long term relationship. But after college she went west and I went east, back to my family.
I was not out with my family, it was strictly a college behavior. I was pushed into a relationship with a guy I went to school with, he was back from college. I won't say we dated. It wasn't dating. We were friends. That's it. I had no interest in him. It was at a Thanksgiving dinner that he pushed himself on me. I asked him to back off, and we went outside to argue. I told him that I wasn't interested, and that I was a lesbian. He called me out for it and said bull shit he didn't believe it. To prove his point he fucked me. It wasn't invited, it wasn't wanted, but it was real and I got pregnant.
Because of the pregnancy I got married. Everyone was for it. On both sides, his family too as he needed to settle down and get serious. Living with him was stressful. With the baby things got more difficult. I managed to keep him away from me, but one day he said he had waited long enough and he fucked me. I got pregnant again. I had a second baby 14 months after the first one. Now I really did have to stay at home. He worked for his family so there was enough money to buy a house to live in. But he wasn't going to jack off or find a girlfriend, so I had another pregnancy within the year of my second one. By then I was considered a productive little bunny.
I had two boys, and then the girl. I got angry at him one night and told him he had cheated me because he had given me two boys and not two girls. Well, he went ahead and gave me another girl. I won't say that at that point I had forgotten about being a lesbian, but my hormones were all fucked up and I didn't have desires, not for him and not for anyone else either. I was tired, my uterus was overused, and my vagina stretched beyond imagination. If I didn't think I was a girl in the tenth grade, I sure knew that I was a girl with all the girl plumbing by the time I had my fourth baby.
I got the order for a blowjob. Why didn't I give him blowjobs. Because I wasn't going to put that in my mouth. But he was insistent, demanding really. He wanted a blowjob. If getting fucked was a hard step in life, sucking on a dick was harder. It didn't work anyway. I never have done it again. It's just not me. It's funny in a way, because when I was in college oral sex was the heart of lovemaking.
Over these last eight years, I have had to perfect home management, home schooling, home cooking. My kids do not want restaurant food, they want mommy's cooking. He likes to go out, and I feed the kids before going out with them. I'm a good cook, everyone that eats what I prepare tells me. So here I am about to turn thirty. And what do I want for Christmas? I want another baby.
I was not out with my family, it was strictly a college behavior. I was pushed into a relationship with a guy I went to school with, he was back from college. I won't say we dated. It wasn't dating. We were friends. That's it. I had no interest in him. It was at a Thanksgiving dinner that he pushed himself on me. I asked him to back off, and we went outside to argue. I told him that I wasn't interested, and that I was a lesbian. He called me out for it and said bull shit he didn't believe it. To prove his point he fucked me. It wasn't invited, it wasn't wanted, but it was real and I got pregnant.
Because of the pregnancy I got married. Everyone was for it. On both sides, his family too as he needed to settle down and get serious. Living with him was stressful. With the baby things got more difficult. I managed to keep him away from me, but one day he said he had waited long enough and he fucked me. I got pregnant again. I had a second baby 14 months after the first one. Now I really did have to stay at home. He worked for his family so there was enough money to buy a house to live in. But he wasn't going to jack off or find a girlfriend, so I had another pregnancy within the year of my second one. By then I was considered a productive little bunny.
I had two boys, and then the girl. I got angry at him one night and told him he had cheated me because he had given me two boys and not two girls. Well, he went ahead and gave me another girl. I won't say that at that point I had forgotten about being a lesbian, but my hormones were all fucked up and I didn't have desires, not for him and not for anyone else either. I was tired, my uterus was overused, and my vagina stretched beyond imagination. If I didn't think I was a girl in the tenth grade, I sure knew that I was a girl with all the girl plumbing by the time I had my fourth baby.
I got the order for a blowjob. Why didn't I give him blowjobs. Because I wasn't going to put that in my mouth. But he was insistent, demanding really. He wanted a blowjob. If getting fucked was a hard step in life, sucking on a dick was harder. It didn't work anyway. I never have done it again. It's just not me. It's funny in a way, because when I was in college oral sex was the heart of lovemaking.
Over these last eight years, I have had to perfect home management, home schooling, home cooking. My kids do not want restaurant food, they want mommy's cooking. He likes to go out, and I feed the kids before going out with them. I'm a good cook, everyone that eats what I prepare tells me. So here I am about to turn thirty. And what do I want for Christmas? I want another baby.
