This is a true story about a lesbian in her mid thirties who woke up with a man beside her. I was traveling by train, and a man sat beside me. He kept trying to strike up a conversation, and to make him quit, I showed him my lesbian tattoo. "All that means is you are not getting fucked". Well, fuck you!
He was on business, and so was I. We were both on our way to Frankfurt. He told me he didn't believe in any of that lesbian bull shit. By the time we arrived in Frankfurt we were in a heated argument. I was staying at a hotel by my office, and he got in the taxi with me. I asked him what he was doing? He said he didn't have a preference in hotels, so he was going to the same hotel I was.Â
In the taxi he put his hand on my leg, on my hand, he pulled my face around with his fingers. What I needed was a 'good fucking'. My mistake, I said 'oh, and you're the man to do it'. Checking into my hotel he told the desk clerk that 'he and his wife' needed a room with a double bed and an on suite bathroom.Â
In the room I asked him 'now what are you going to do?' His answer was two words 'fuck you'. He pushed me onto the bed and told me to get my thing off, he wanted it all every bit of me, tits and ass and pussy. While he got undressed I got my stuff off. He fucked me. There is no other word for it. He fucked me and was proud of it. Now that he fucked me, well I had to stay with him.
I had dinner with him. I slept with him. I woke up with him. I had breakfast with him, and met him at the bar after I got back from the office. I did the impossible. After returning to LA, I met him in Las Vegas. We got married, because I'm pregnant. Now I am really his wife and live in Texas. I'm pretty pregnant and am due in a couple of weeks. He has had to wait, and he doesn't like that. But I'm not having sex again with him until well after the baby comes. My friend tells me, two months minimum, three is better. He doesn't know it yet, but I'm not going back to work.Â
