1. My life, My Choice


    Date: 8/30/2016, Categories: True Story Death, Female/Female Lesbian Romance Teen Female/Teen Female, Voyeurism Written by women Author: Kellyann1993, Source: sexstories.com

    My life, My Choice Chapter one: The Beginning My name is Kelly; I am a 22-year-old fourth year college student. I am 5’5” 132 lbs and some say my breasts are my best asset while others believe it is my butt. I on the other hand believe it is just my own sexuality. I am open to most things sexually and have never been afraid to try almost anything. The only sex I do not enjoy is any that has pain involved, oh and bad sex. If you do not know how to give me pleasure then do not waste my time. I would like to share with you some of my experiences with the pleasure of sex. I will also be sharing with you what happened a few weekends ago with you as my story goes forward. In addition, a little bit about me to help you with this story. I am not asking you to judge me or to tell me it is OK. I understand some may not feel that way and some chooses I have made were not always the right ones. I am simply sharing bits of my life with you. I was born in 1993 into a middle class family; we were well off but not filthy rich. My mother Linda divorced my real father when I was 2 years old. I really did not know or have a father during my childhood. I also did not know why they had gotten divorced. My mother lived with another woman who I had known as Aunt Debbie. However, I would find out in time that Aunt Debbie was not my Aunt after all. Growing up without a father was sometimes hard on me. If there was anything going on at the school that involved a father and daughter, I did not take ...
    ... part because of not having one. When the other kids bragged about their father’s I could only listen. Kids would tease me about not having a father in school as well. Most of my sexual knowledge as a kid came from school however I also learned from what I saw going on at home as well. From the time I started school until I was 15 years old, I never knew of my mother dating men or even looking at men. I started to notice this and it seemed that other kids in my neighborhood also had noticed this. Because at the age of 15 when school started some called me the Dyke’s daughter, referring to my mother’s sexuality. It hurt when others made fun of me, but I hide the shame I felt because I did not have a father and of what they thought about my mother. I did not care what they or anyone else thought, as I loved my mother and my Aunt. My Aunt had lived with us since I could remember and they worked together. They worked at a shop that made specialized car parts, racecar parts in fact. They both enjoyed racecars and I myself grew up loving them as well. They went to work after I went to school and got off work before I got home from school. My mother and Aunt always seemed very happy together. I learned of the pleasures a woman could give to another woman from my mother and my Aunt Debbie. The first time I saw them in action I was not sure what they were doing. I had gotten out of bed to use the bathroom when I heard moaning coming from our living room. I walked into our hallway and saw ...
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