I have a confession, and I'm not ready to tell my husband yet. I guess to get to the point, I was a l. U. G. In college. That's right, I was what they call a "lesbian until graduation," because soon after I got my diploma, I met a man, got married, and started a family. The thing was, I wasn't one of those girls who fooled around with a female roomate once, I was a full fledged gay girl. I lost my virginity to a boy in high school, then with a different one when I was a freshman. Midway through the summer before my sophomore year I met Anne. She was 26, and she's the one who introduced me to lesbianism. And it seemed apparent from the beginning that I was meant to be gay. So I dove into the lifestyle and became quite a little slut, sleeping with exclusively women (and a with a lot of them) over the next 3 years. I was (and still am) a feminine woman. I keep my hair long, my clothes sexy, and I usually have a touch of makeup. That seemed to make me quite popular with the girls, and so having relationships with multiple women wasn't a problem. All of my roomates knew - I wasn't shy about bringing girls home with me. All of my friends knew - I was sleeping with half of them. The only member of my family who knew was my younger sister, and she only found out because she barged into my bedroom once and caught me in bed with one of my older girlfriends (she was 36 - I was 21 ) . Everything I did that was at all sexual was with or about women. . But when I finished school, I made a conscience decision to give it all up. Even though I wasn't sexually attracted to men at all, I wanted a 'normal' life. I wanted a family, and I wanted a career. And I just didn't think that life as a lesbian could offer exactly without sexuality playing too large a role. So I gave up women and devoted my energy to my man. Sex wasn't too unbearable, my husband is a gentle man. But my desires and fantasies never included anything but women. Sometimes I felt really tempted, like the time I saw 'desert hearts' on cinemax on a friday night while my husband was on travel, but I stayed faithful.
Then last month I ran into an old girlfriend from college at the grocery store. We talked about old times, what we were each doing now - she was shocked to find out I was married! Well, more that I had anything to do with a man. We went out to dinner together the next night and I guess I just couldn't stay repressed anymore. After dessert we went to a bar to have a drink. Then 2 drinks. Then to a club for more drinks. By 10:30 we were in her apartment tearing away each others clothes. We made love over and over until the next morning - I just couldn't get enough of her. All of my repressed lesbian desires came back in a rush and I just needed her more and more. . The next though, I went home and apologized to my husband for not phoning, but he didn't get too upset. That's not even the confession. The truth is, ever since that night, i've had encounters with 2 more women. Part of me still wants to start a family, but I can't shake this lust, this hunger I have. I mean, last night I slipped away from home and went to a lesbian bar across town. Before an hour had passed, I had gotten picked up by a beautiful gay woman in here 40's who took me back to her house and fucked me silly. Then I spent the drive back home picking her pubic hair out of my teeth and chewing gum to hide her wonderful scent. You know something? The more I confess, the more I think I know what I have to do. My husband and I don't have any kids, although we've been trying. I'm only 28 and he's only 30, so we're also both young enough to not have a horribly messy divorce. Yes, that's what I have to do. And for all of you sweet girls in the portland area, i'll be seeing you all soon. ; )
Then last month I ran into an old girlfriend from college at the grocery store. We talked about old times, what we were each doing now - she was shocked to find out I was married! Well, more that I had anything to do with a man. We went out to dinner together the next night and I guess I just couldn't stay repressed anymore. After dessert we went to a bar to have a drink. Then 2 drinks. Then to a club for more drinks. By 10:30 we were in her apartment tearing away each others clothes. We made love over and over until the next morning - I just couldn't get enough of her. All of my repressed lesbian desires came back in a rush and I just needed her more and more. . The next though, I went home and apologized to my husband for not phoning, but he didn't get too upset. That's not even the confession. The truth is, ever since that night, i've had encounters with 2 more women. Part of me still wants to start a family, but I can't shake this lust, this hunger I have. I mean, last night I slipped away from home and went to a lesbian bar across town. Before an hour had passed, I had gotten picked up by a beautiful gay woman in here 40's who took me back to her house and fucked me silly. Then I spent the drive back home picking her pubic hair out of my teeth and chewing gum to hide her wonderful scent. You know something? The more I confess, the more I think I know what I have to do. My husband and I don't have any kids, although we've been trying. I'm only 28 and he's only 30, so we're also both young enough to not have a horribly messy divorce. Yes, that's what I have to do. And for all of you sweet girls in the portland area, i'll be seeing you all soon. ; )
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