Reply: A lesbian by nature, pragmatically married to my Sugar Daddy

I went to college in Seattle because it had a reputation as being openly gay accepting. My parents did not accept me and I was looking for something.  I didn't find it in college, I went from one night sex to one night sex with a variety of women.  Being small and 'dainty' I was butch meat and that's all I attracted. After college I went to San Francisco, the mecca for gays and lesbians. I found the city prohibitive to live in and moved to Oakland in a pissed filled apartment with three other women (all lesbians).  Our experiences and life were miserable, minimum wage jobs, no 'connections'.  The vision we had never happened.  A gay guy was killed in one of the apartments, they later said he died of an overdose, but he had been beaten.  We lived there and were there when the police came.  I gave up and went home to my unaccepting parents. I was totally mature 23 without any meaningful work skills or education.

I went to work with my mother, found out I couldn't do anything.  She was patient enough and I had to learn in a hurry. I had to dress appropriately, remove my piercings and cover up my tattoos. As a small dainty girl I attracted older men looking for a daughter type to sit on their knee or a sugar baby. I got pulled into the lap of an older man in his office, kissed and fondled, fingered and fucked by him. I felt like a child in the mouth of an alligator. He made me his office girl, whether I liked it or not, I was never asked.  If I didn't give him what he wanted, he took it. I had more sex in one week than I had in a lifetime. All with a penis, down my throat, up my vagina and close calls in the ass. I was going to like it, period.  I became his sugar baby.

Between being a lesbian and sugar baby my mother much preferred sugar baby.  Pat attention to him, do what he says, suck his dick. That way he will keep you, if you're lucky you can stick him with a kid and he'll marry you. I got pregnant.

I was so tiny being pregnant, my belly looked like a bowling ball. He didn't mind it at all, that's why you bend over, spread your legs and he sticks it in from behind like they did in the stone age. He did marry me, something about keeping his son legal. Living with him was pure hell for me, he had me in the house with the baby and he expected dinner and clean sox and underwear. He paid the bills, so I cooked and cleaned.  A far cry from those butch meat days in Oakland, the difference is that my Sugar Daddy had money. 

I told him one day that I had been a lesbian in college and Oakland, his answer was to turn me over and fuck me.  So much for being a lesbian.  I got pregnant again, mostly so that I would have two kids in the same century.   They are four years and two months apart, the youngest was born in December of 1999 before Y2K and the end of life as we knew it.  I liked being fucked, I just never told him. The more he fucked me the more I liked it.  I wasn't ever into blowing him or anything like that, my style was bending over and taking it that way. 

I'm still small and dainty, just a little older.  My kids young adults experimenting their way. I still do not suck dick, and I still take it bent over, I like seeing myself in the mirror when he pumps me from behind that way.  My tits are too small to swing to the rhythm, but I get wet with one grab of the crotch. I don't forget my days in college, I had to try. I just couldn't put up with the lesbian life and poverty after I graduated. I could still be a lesbian but I can't afford to lose what I have, it all boils down to who supports you. But more than once in a quiet moment I have played eyes with a girl and let her know she's pretty.  I am stuck on her, she's a small girls with small tits and a nice little ass.  I'll never go back to butch, for that I have a husband. No, my idea of a little lesbian pleasure is with a small nice girl with long brown hair and deep brown eyes, with a pretty face, who works in an art studio, who doesn't mind having an older lady kiss her and fondle her.   But, where would I find such a girl?