I Andrew confess myself
I confess myself!
My friends before you make a wrong judgment about me, I want you to know who I am. That's why I asked that my stories be deleted. I want to publish them again but now in the chronological order they happened. I know this story has nothing to do with the subjects discussed on this website. But only then can you make an accurate judgement of my person. Soon I will re-publish my adventures which have already been published and many others never previously published.
It was on the 22nd of February 2012 at my friend Angela's house, or rather in her parents beach house that I started out into the world of lesbianism with Viviane, the mother of my friend. What brought me to this world is a succession of events which I will try to describe in this short story.
My life in lesbianism can not say that it is recent. Because when I was a teenager, I had about thirteen or fourteen years there at home every afternoon me and my friend (Lili's name, I don't see she goes for more than twenty years) we were studying both of us in my room, then also watched TV. Our preference always went to the novels, scenes involving fiery kisses interested us immensely. She was almost two years older than me. Every time I kissed her on the screen, she looked at me in a way that seemed to want to devour me. One afternoon she asked if I'd ever kissed any boy like this before. Of course, I had never done such a thing, but scenes from TV filled me with curiosity. You know how it is when 13-year-old girls are always eager to do new and different things. How could I have known that kissing my friend was called being lesbian? I told her that on TV it was always man with woman and not women with women, so she soon started talking about how there were also novels where they had women kissing each other, which I'd never seen but believed. So I agreed to try. When he approached me with his mouth in my face I felt a little awkward, after all I was only thirteen years old and had never kissed anyone like this on the lips before. But at fifteen you could see that she already had some experience. Later I found out that she even slept with an older boy who was actually dating him. After that awkward kiss we both almost every afternoon repeated the same things, after a few days I was already well trained in the art of kissing and when she didn't go home I missed her kisses. But they were never more than just kisses!
Those kisses that we exchanged made me feel something strange in my body, and I always got chills when she passed her tongue around my neck.
Later I understood why all this. During that school year almost every afternoon we had sex in such a way without my parents knowing anything about what was happening in the room she said it was just between us, our secret because if any adult found out they might want to end everything as I loved and promised never to tell anyone
At the end of that school year Lili's parents moved to Belo Horizonte and I never heard from her again, but it was a wonderful year where at least I learned what kissing is like and how great it feels to be kissed in this way.
Then things were running normally until I got my first boyfriend, I was fifteen years old, although he was quite daring we never did more than kisses and some caresses when we were alone it lasted a short time and as soon as it ended i didn't care about dating anymore with sixteen new friends new topics of conversation always the boys were the main topic each one of us talked what she thought of them or if they had ever been with any but few really dated. Every time one of them got a new boyfriend, she had to tell us all about who he was and what they did.
But it was coming the most decisive year of my life, 1995. That's when I met the man who is still today my husband and that was also the year in which I got pregnant. My son was born in November. Vítor, this is the name of my husband we met at the beginning of December 1994 on a trip there to my school fixing an electrical board (he is electrician) were me and a group of friends sitting on the garden bench he had there making time for going home when he passed by us and gave a smile to all, I then I was sixteen years old, seventeen in May next year. We were all about that age, except our bodies didn't owe anything to 20-year-old girls anymore. He at the time even though he noticed it was older than us did not seem like 29 years old already. He went to do his work and when I came back I still found myself in the same place where he had appeared. Only this time there was no one with me so I was alone. Did on purpose, they left, I accompanied them but then returned, that elderly man had messed with me. I wanted to see him again. He was very handsome and elegant, and he seemed nice to me with the smile that he had given us before. On the way back he saw me there alone approached and asked about my friends, I said they all left and were waiting for my father to come pick me up. He introduced himself and spoke: "My name is Vítor I am an electrician who takes care of the school system" I answered that my name is Andreija, he asked my age. When I told him I was sixteen years old did not want to believe it and said I looked like a nineteen or twenty-something, he said I was 29, but nothing seems so old anymore. He asked me where I lived, I told him where it was to which he replied that he knew very well and would be passing by right now in my bold innocence I said if he cared about giving a ride for me. He always kindly agreed immediately but before still asked whether you had no problem at all. I was even younger and pick up like this from a stranger could be dangerous. I answered him that looking good he wasn't so unknown, especially because he worked for the school. On the way he told me what it would be like with my father when I got to school and didn't find him there, so I said that I had lied to him. My dad never picks me up and I always take a bus home. But my desire to talk to him made me wait all this time for him to fix the painting.
We then arrived at the street where I live and talked about where he could drop me off, a little far from my house if it wasn't for my mother seeing me coming home with a stranger. When she stopped the car we said goodbye with two kisses but I in the second made sure to give well near the corner of his mouth. He was surprised by my audacity, and asked when you can see me again. His interest in me blew my mind, back then it wasn't like now. We didn't have the internet or Facebook as everyone has today.
I went home thinking that the man must think me crazy. A seventeen-year old girl (still sixteen) flirting with him who was almost old enough to be my father. The truth is, this guy had actually messed around a lot with me. I couldn't wait to see when he would show up at school and give me a ride again.
Three days later I was walking out of school alone when someone called me, it's him. I said that it would be better if I took the bus and he picked me up at the first stop so no one could see him giving me a ride. He then followed the coming bus and at the next stop I got off and there he stood waiting for me himself. When I entered the car he came to give me two kisses but I went ahead and gave him one on his mouth. He asked me whether I did this with everyone. I felt humiliated, so I opened the car door and got out. He came after me apologizing and asking to get back in. After a lot of apologies I went into his car again. On my way home I told him that I wasn't who he thought I was and had never done it with another man or even been a virgin yet. He took me to the city park, where I told him that he did not leave my mind day and night and that I thought I was in love with him. All this happened 20 years ago but I remember everything as if it had been yesterday. My memory on this aspect is intact, all that has happened to me during that year I have never managed and do not want to forget. Despite everything it was a fantastic year.
This January during the holidays and part of February we met several times a week, now even though we never assumed it was like being in love our kisses on mouth were normal.
By the time I returned to school in February, my friends noticed a change in me. But they did not find out until much later that I was dating for real - even though I now spent far less time with them.
That month of February, more precisely on the 17th it was a Friday my life changed radically that day I lost my virginity. He picked me up at his usual stop and instead of going to my house or some other public place as we always did he went in another direction. I asked him where he was taking me and he kindly replied that he couldn't take it anymore, that he loved me very much and wanted to own me. I told him maybe it wasn't time yet, but he was really into it.
We were already on our way and I didn't say anything. Just observed where he was going. Since his father had died three years before him, he and his brother (Antonio) went to live with their mother. But Vítor always kept the apartment in which he lived prior to his father's death. While driving he would talk about how he acquired it and that rarely did he go there and it should not be very pleasant but it would always be the best place for us to do what we needed to do that day. That apartment is still ours. Although now living in São Paulo we have never sold or rented it to anyone. When we go to our hometown, that's always where we stay. Not least because we need to maintain the appearance of a happy marriage.
But getting back to the subject, when we arrived it turned out that no one had been there for a long time because the smell was very unpleasant. We opened all the windows and it got much better. I felt a little nervous and did not know what to do. We stayed in the room talking until he asked me if I am really ready and whether I really want to do this. I shrugged my shoulders without knowing how to answer.
We were silent for a few moments while he caressed my hair, was every day closer to me, I also felt that he did very well and in a moment of pure affection hugged me tightly with his body, I responded. He broke the silence by telling me that he is very happy now. After moving away a little bit looked deep into my eyes and said: "Andrea I love you so much! Now I know what this feeling is which I always heard about but never knew what it was because I had never felt before", I made an embrace on her face and brought him to a loving kiss. Even though our kiss had been wonderful and our desire was present and very strong it couldn't be taken just for that and he asked me again if this is really what I wanted because our relationship would undergo a transformation how were we going to deal with it?
He came to me, grabbed me and carried me into the room and laid me on the bed. On the bed he always very affectionately took off all my clothes while kissing everything that was being uncovered. I who had never experienced such moments became more excited every minute. With almost no experience of mine also began to take off his clothing. Almost by intuition when I pulled out his underwear I got hold of his dick, and started sucking it, he licked and licked him all over. I asked him if he had condoms, he said no. So I told him not to make fun of me inside and continued doing the little thing that I knew. He pulled me was opening my legs, at that moment felt some fear spoke so as not to forget that I am a virgin. It stopped for a few seconds and said it would solve this problem.
He positioned his stick at the entrance of my vagina and was placing it slowly, I felt a little discomfort and pain but I held on until he stuck everything in when he pulled out i saw blood, wanted to stop more he told me that this is normal, kept pushing.
He stayed in for a few minutes, I said he wanted four like I'd seen it on film the other day. Then I turned around and got down on my knees in bed.
I put myself in a position where my butt was stiff enough, he started to push harder and it hurt a little bit so I asked him to stop. He stopped and said if you really wanted to quit. I told him that there were no jokes left but then he got back into me again. Now even stronger until it didn't take long for him to make fun of me. He laughed inside me, I panicked and made him stop and shouted at him very loudly because I had done this. He apologized many times but could not help himself, but to calm me down he would say that if I became pregnant the way he loved me he would assume responsibility and will marry me if necessary. And we stood there that day, took a shower he put the bloodstained sheets in a bag and carried them to a laundromat.
That year of 1995, as I mentioned earlier, was the most intense one in my life. It started off with me being a 16-year-old girl who just wanted to have fun and ended up married and mothering this beautiful son because everything was different! After that first time it became quite regular we always made love at his house. Our families didn't know anything yet but by May something unexpected happened: But we loved each other so much and he took it upon himself to tell his family that he wanted to marry me I was desperate, how would my country receive this news? but there was no turning back, i filled myself with courage and decided to talk first to my father. Already my mother was almost in a state of shock when my father told her that their little girl was pregnant. That day my mother did not speak to me, maybe with a bit of jealousy because I had trusted more on my dad at the time of speaking. But it wasn't only jealous, my mom always dreamed for me a dream marriage with a man of my age and who is from good family, and now I had destroyed all this dream. Days went by and my mother treated me as if nothing happened, nor touched upon the subject and that worried me. I expected a reaction much more emotional than what she was having. But my mother was there too, and I thought no. One afternoon she hadn't gone to work and I came home early... ..she was waiting for me saying that we needed to talk.. My pure mistake, she took my hand and I felt at that moment there was no aggression in this gesture so what she would say to me wouldn't be an outpouring of her hatred but rather on the contrary she wanted to express all the love she had for me. When we both sat down on that couch, the first thing she did was ask me to hug her and apologise for everything she made me go through those previous days. But she could not stand any longer without telling me how she was feeling. I hugged her very strongly and already without holding back the tears said that she did not need to apologize no, i yes it is you should have done so earlier because it was me who destroyed his dream of seeing your daughter well married with a perfect marriage and not this wedding which was being prepared in haste. In those days I promised my father that I would do everything for my son to be very happy with the mother he would have and that he would never lack anything but also asked him that only one thing in return, was to support me in studies. I really wanted to graduate although there were still some years left. He agreed to help me in any way he could and that he was very proud of me, and at no time did he think about abandoning me but on the contrary. The only way for him to give his grandson a good life would be if I graduated and got a good job, this gave me an extra strength to overcome all obstacles which were going to meet ahead. And now with my mother also by my side everything would be easier. I felt in that moment how my mother was moved, when she heard from my father about my ideas for the future decided not to stand still and had to have this conversation with me. As you can imagine that was what she wanted the most, so asked if I could start planning my wedding and if I would care to get married before my child is born, told her it was our plan, mine and Victor's. So let her do everything as he had dreamed for me even before all this happened. I saw at that moment a glimmer of happiness in my mother's eyes, which made me radiant. My country has always lived well, they have good jobs, I can say we belonged to middle/upper class, never left me lacking anything until Europe took me on one occasion After my brother died, I was four years old and I never got to know him. My countries devoted themselves entirely to me as an only child in life nothing ever lacked me even today that don't need thank God they are always worried about me it is a blessing to have parents like this after that conversation with my mother everything went back to normal except for the fact that I am pregnant and being the target of all attention until because i extremely new for this. It was touching to see how much she devoted herself to me. I am writing this with a tear in the corner of my eye, because today she is very sick and I'm really afraid that I will lose her. Due to my pregnancy Victor and I decided we should get married as soon as possible, arranging for our wedding by mid-June. But on his part there was one problem: His mother did not accept our marriage and wanted me to give up my son. For her I was an opportunist who had set up his son, then Vítor showed himself to be a real man and even against the will of his mother, it was he himself that made sure to mark the date. His mother never forgave me, we both had great fights. Victor really loved me, despite the age difference we did love each other, and this pregnancy only consolidated our love. So there we got married in June, against my wishes we went to live with his mother to try to make her accept me, but she was impossible and every day made my life hell. Before my son was born, I decided that we couldn't live like this anymore. My child had to grow up in an environment of peace and love, not the hell he went through. I talked with Vítor about it and he supported me and we decided to move into his apartment because after all that is where our baby was conceived; there was no better place for us to start a new life. And so it happened.
When Bruno was born at the end of November, my country wanted to have a big party. After all it was his grandson who had just come into this world, my mother-in-law in order not to change she had to criticize everything and always kept insinuating that her son didn't deserve it. Shortly afterwards I stopped visiting even her house; there were no conditions for doing so. If she wanted to see her grandchild she would have to go there to our home. But hell continued, and became worse when he found out that Victor's plans and mine were for me to continue my studies. She was opposed saying that I should stay at home taking care of my son. My father then had to insist and he himself went to talk with her to tell him that I would study yes and nothing would be lacking for my child. Even if Vítor stood by her side. But my husband had the good sense to stand by me and really shortly afterwards I returned to school, never having stopped myself. The birth of mine coincided practically with the end of the academic year.
From that moment I made it in my head that despite being rich and a young mother, I had to be able to finish my course within the normal deadlines. And every year passed was less than one missing. With much effort and dedication In 2002 I completed my studies and graduated as a nurse. As a newly trained nurse my father got an internship for me at the office of a doctor friend from childhood. After this training I got my first job there until 2011.
In 2010 the company where my husband worked closed and he became unemployed, after many attempts never was able to get a job again. He fell into depression and started drinking, I did everything to help him, told him that my salary would allow us to live and soon he will find another job. Time went by and no sign of new work, and he continued to drink more every day. Couldn't do anything to stop it, our sexual relations began at this time to decrease.
In 2011 I moved to São Paulo, my boss joined a company that came and bought the spa hotel where I currently work because he knew me very well, invited me to head of nursing at the hotel. My husband got a job, although it was precarious always gave something. Only he continued to drink and drank, did not even look for me anymore. I quit waiting for him. In my new work I met many different people opinions were many, even songs of men I took all day long but I remained faithful to my marriage. But at that time I started going into websites on the Internet looking for views from women who found themselves in my condition. That's when I began entering erotic sites, which is where my curiosity about lesbianism began. Only three years later, I cheated on my husband for the first time in my life.
Now that I have told you in a few words about my life's journey, maybe you will understand better why I changed. I am happy this way, much more now than during the 16 years of having sex with my husband. I have many friends who are more or less like me whose men do not look for them and they also made the same decision as I did. But now I am already slightly ahead, entering into the field of sadomasochism. In these years I learned a lot, and even had two girls, whom I turned into my sexual slaves. This whole world is wonderful and I won't give up on it. The only thing I'm missing is a separation and ending my marriage for good, not least because there's no way it can go on.
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My friends before you make a wrong judgment about me, I want you to know who I am. That's why I asked that my stories be deleted. I want to publish them again but now in the chronological order they happened. I know this story has nothing to do with the subjects discussed on this website. But only then can you make an accurate judgement of my person. Soon I will re-publish my adventures which have already been published and many others never previously published.
It was on the 22nd of February 2012 at my friend Angela's house, or rather in her parents beach house that I started out into the world of lesbianism with Viviane, the mother of my friend. What brought me to this world is a succession of events which I will try to describe in this short story.
My life in lesbianism can not say that it is recent. Because when I was a teenager, I had about thirteen or fourteen years there at home every afternoon me and my friend (Lili's name, I don't see she goes for more than twenty years) we were studying both of us in my room, then also watched TV. Our preference always went to the novels, scenes involving fiery kisses interested us immensely. She was almost two years older than me. Every time I kissed her on the screen, she looked at me in a way that seemed to want to devour me. One afternoon she asked if I'd ever kissed any boy like this before. Of course, I had never done such a thing, but scenes from TV filled me with curiosity. You know how it is when 13-year-old girls are always eager to do new and different things. How could I have known that kissing my friend was called being lesbian? I told her that on TV it was always man with woman and not women with women, so she soon started talking about how there were also novels where they had women kissing each other, which I'd never seen but believed. So I agreed to try. When he approached me with his mouth in my face I felt a little awkward, after all I was only thirteen years old and had never kissed anyone like this on the lips before. But at fifteen you could see that she already had some experience. Later I found out that she even slept with an older boy who was actually dating him. After that awkward kiss we both almost every afternoon repeated the same things, after a few days I was already well trained in the art of kissing and when she didn't go home I missed her kisses. But they were never more than just kisses!
Those kisses that we exchanged made me feel something strange in my body, and I always got chills when she passed her tongue around my neck.
Later I understood why all this. During that school year almost every afternoon we had sex in such a way without my parents knowing anything about what was happening in the room she said it was just between us, our secret because if any adult found out they might want to end everything as I loved and promised never to tell anyone
At the end of that school year Lili's parents moved to Belo Horizonte and I never heard from her again, but it was a wonderful year where at least I learned what kissing is like and how great it feels to be kissed in this way.
Then things were running normally until I got my first boyfriend, I was fifteen years old, although he was quite daring we never did more than kisses and some caresses when we were alone it lasted a short time and as soon as it ended i didn't care about dating anymore with sixteen new friends new topics of conversation always the boys were the main topic each one of us talked what she thought of them or if they had ever been with any but few really dated. Every time one of them got a new boyfriend, she had to tell us all about who he was and what they did.
But it was coming the most decisive year of my life, 1995. That's when I met the man who is still today my husband and that was also the year in which I got pregnant. My son was born in November. Vítor, this is the name of my husband we met at the beginning of December 1994 on a trip there to my school fixing an electrical board (he is electrician) were me and a group of friends sitting on the garden bench he had there making time for going home when he passed by us and gave a smile to all, I then I was sixteen years old, seventeen in May next year. We were all about that age, except our bodies didn't owe anything to 20-year-old girls anymore. He at the time even though he noticed it was older than us did not seem like 29 years old already. He went to do his work and when I came back I still found myself in the same place where he had appeared. Only this time there was no one with me so I was alone. Did on purpose, they left, I accompanied them but then returned, that elderly man had messed with me. I wanted to see him again. He was very handsome and elegant, and he seemed nice to me with the smile that he had given us before. On the way back he saw me there alone approached and asked about my friends, I said they all left and were waiting for my father to come pick me up. He introduced himself and spoke: "My name is Vítor I am an electrician who takes care of the school system" I answered that my name is Andreija, he asked my age. When I told him I was sixteen years old did not want to believe it and said I looked like a nineteen or twenty-something, he said I was 29, but nothing seems so old anymore. He asked me where I lived, I told him where it was to which he replied that he knew very well and would be passing by right now in my bold innocence I said if he cared about giving a ride for me. He always kindly agreed immediately but before still asked whether you had no problem at all. I was even younger and pick up like this from a stranger could be dangerous. I answered him that looking good he wasn't so unknown, especially because he worked for the school. On the way he told me what it would be like with my father when I got to school and didn't find him there, so I said that I had lied to him. My dad never picks me up and I always take a bus home. But my desire to talk to him made me wait all this time for him to fix the painting.
We then arrived at the street where I live and talked about where he could drop me off, a little far from my house if it wasn't for my mother seeing me coming home with a stranger. When she stopped the car we said goodbye with two kisses but I in the second made sure to give well near the corner of his mouth. He was surprised by my audacity, and asked when you can see me again. His interest in me blew my mind, back then it wasn't like now. We didn't have the internet or Facebook as everyone has today.
I went home thinking that the man must think me crazy. A seventeen-year old girl (still sixteen) flirting with him who was almost old enough to be my father. The truth is, this guy had actually messed around a lot with me. I couldn't wait to see when he would show up at school and give me a ride again.
Three days later I was walking out of school alone when someone called me, it's him. I said that it would be better if I took the bus and he picked me up at the first stop so no one could see him giving me a ride. He then followed the coming bus and at the next stop I got off and there he stood waiting for me himself. When I entered the car he came to give me two kisses but I went ahead and gave him one on his mouth. He asked me whether I did this with everyone. I felt humiliated, so I opened the car door and got out. He came after me apologizing and asking to get back in. After a lot of apologies I went into his car again. On my way home I told him that I wasn't who he thought I was and had never done it with another man or even been a virgin yet. He took me to the city park, where I told him that he did not leave my mind day and night and that I thought I was in love with him. All this happened 20 years ago but I remember everything as if it had been yesterday. My memory on this aspect is intact, all that has happened to me during that year I have never managed and do not want to forget. Despite everything it was a fantastic year.
This January during the holidays and part of February we met several times a week, now even though we never assumed it was like being in love our kisses on mouth were normal.
By the time I returned to school in February, my friends noticed a change in me. But they did not find out until much later that I was dating for real - even though I now spent far less time with them.
That month of February, more precisely on the 17th it was a Friday my life changed radically that day I lost my virginity. He picked me up at his usual stop and instead of going to my house or some other public place as we always did he went in another direction. I asked him where he was taking me and he kindly replied that he couldn't take it anymore, that he loved me very much and wanted to own me. I told him maybe it wasn't time yet, but he was really into it.
We were already on our way and I didn't say anything. Just observed where he was going. Since his father had died three years before him, he and his brother (Antonio) went to live with their mother. But Vítor always kept the apartment in which he lived prior to his father's death. While driving he would talk about how he acquired it and that rarely did he go there and it should not be very pleasant but it would always be the best place for us to do what we needed to do that day. That apartment is still ours. Although now living in São Paulo we have never sold or rented it to anyone. When we go to our hometown, that's always where we stay. Not least because we need to maintain the appearance of a happy marriage.
But getting back to the subject, when we arrived it turned out that no one had been there for a long time because the smell was very unpleasant. We opened all the windows and it got much better. I felt a little nervous and did not know what to do. We stayed in the room talking until he asked me if I am really ready and whether I really want to do this. I shrugged my shoulders without knowing how to answer.
We were silent for a few moments while he caressed my hair, was every day closer to me, I also felt that he did very well and in a moment of pure affection hugged me tightly with his body, I responded. He broke the silence by telling me that he is very happy now. After moving away a little bit looked deep into my eyes and said: "Andrea I love you so much! Now I know what this feeling is which I always heard about but never knew what it was because I had never felt before", I made an embrace on her face and brought him to a loving kiss. Even though our kiss had been wonderful and our desire was present and very strong it couldn't be taken just for that and he asked me again if this is really what I wanted because our relationship would undergo a transformation how were we going to deal with it?
He came to me, grabbed me and carried me into the room and laid me on the bed. On the bed he always very affectionately took off all my clothes while kissing everything that was being uncovered. I who had never experienced such moments became more excited every minute. With almost no experience of mine also began to take off his clothing. Almost by intuition when I pulled out his underwear I got hold of his dick, and started sucking it, he licked and licked him all over. I asked him if he had condoms, he said no. So I told him not to make fun of me inside and continued doing the little thing that I knew. He pulled me was opening my legs, at that moment felt some fear spoke so as not to forget that I am a virgin. It stopped for a few seconds and said it would solve this problem.
He positioned his stick at the entrance of my vagina and was placing it slowly, I felt a little discomfort and pain but I held on until he stuck everything in when he pulled out i saw blood, wanted to stop more he told me that this is normal, kept pushing.
He stayed in for a few minutes, I said he wanted four like I'd seen it on film the other day. Then I turned around and got down on my knees in bed.
I put myself in a position where my butt was stiff enough, he started to push harder and it hurt a little bit so I asked him to stop. He stopped and said if you really wanted to quit. I told him that there were no jokes left but then he got back into me again. Now even stronger until it didn't take long for him to make fun of me. He laughed inside me, I panicked and made him stop and shouted at him very loudly because I had done this. He apologized many times but could not help himself, but to calm me down he would say that if I became pregnant the way he loved me he would assume responsibility and will marry me if necessary. And we stood there that day, took a shower he put the bloodstained sheets in a bag and carried them to a laundromat.
That year of 1995, as I mentioned earlier, was the most intense one in my life. It started off with me being a 16-year-old girl who just wanted to have fun and ended up married and mothering this beautiful son because everything was different! After that first time it became quite regular we always made love at his house. Our families didn't know anything yet but by May something unexpected happened: But we loved each other so much and he took it upon himself to tell his family that he wanted to marry me I was desperate, how would my country receive this news? but there was no turning back, i filled myself with courage and decided to talk first to my father. Already my mother was almost in a state of shock when my father told her that their little girl was pregnant. That day my mother did not speak to me, maybe with a bit of jealousy because I had trusted more on my dad at the time of speaking. But it wasn't only jealous, my mom always dreamed for me a dream marriage with a man of my age and who is from good family, and now I had destroyed all this dream. Days went by and my mother treated me as if nothing happened, nor touched upon the subject and that worried me. I expected a reaction much more emotional than what she was having. But my mother was there too, and I thought no. One afternoon she hadn't gone to work and I came home early... ..she was waiting for me saying that we needed to talk.. My pure mistake, she took my hand and I felt at that moment there was no aggression in this gesture so what she would say to me wouldn't be an outpouring of her hatred but rather on the contrary she wanted to express all the love she had for me. When we both sat down on that couch, the first thing she did was ask me to hug her and apologise for everything she made me go through those previous days. But she could not stand any longer without telling me how she was feeling. I hugged her very strongly and already without holding back the tears said that she did not need to apologize no, i yes it is you should have done so earlier because it was me who destroyed his dream of seeing your daughter well married with a perfect marriage and not this wedding which was being prepared in haste. In those days I promised my father that I would do everything for my son to be very happy with the mother he would have and that he would never lack anything but also asked him that only one thing in return, was to support me in studies. I really wanted to graduate although there were still some years left. He agreed to help me in any way he could and that he was very proud of me, and at no time did he think about abandoning me but on the contrary. The only way for him to give his grandson a good life would be if I graduated and got a good job, this gave me an extra strength to overcome all obstacles which were going to meet ahead. And now with my mother also by my side everything would be easier. I felt in that moment how my mother was moved, when she heard from my father about my ideas for the future decided not to stand still and had to have this conversation with me. As you can imagine that was what she wanted the most, so asked if I could start planning my wedding and if I would care to get married before my child is born, told her it was our plan, mine and Victor's. So let her do everything as he had dreamed for me even before all this happened. I saw at that moment a glimmer of happiness in my mother's eyes, which made me radiant. My country has always lived well, they have good jobs, I can say we belonged to middle/upper class, never left me lacking anything until Europe took me on one occasion After my brother died, I was four years old and I never got to know him. My countries devoted themselves entirely to me as an only child in life nothing ever lacked me even today that don't need thank God they are always worried about me it is a blessing to have parents like this after that conversation with my mother everything went back to normal except for the fact that I am pregnant and being the target of all attention until because i extremely new for this. It was touching to see how much she devoted herself to me. I am writing this with a tear in the corner of my eye, because today she is very sick and I'm really afraid that I will lose her. Due to my pregnancy Victor and I decided we should get married as soon as possible, arranging for our wedding by mid-June. But on his part there was one problem: His mother did not accept our marriage and wanted me to give up my son. For her I was an opportunist who had set up his son, then Vítor showed himself to be a real man and even against the will of his mother, it was he himself that made sure to mark the date. His mother never forgave me, we both had great fights. Victor really loved me, despite the age difference we did love each other, and this pregnancy only consolidated our love. So there we got married in June, against my wishes we went to live with his mother to try to make her accept me, but she was impossible and every day made my life hell. Before my son was born, I decided that we couldn't live like this anymore. My child had to grow up in an environment of peace and love, not the hell he went through. I talked with Vítor about it and he supported me and we decided to move into his apartment because after all that is where our baby was conceived; there was no better place for us to start a new life. And so it happened.
When Bruno was born at the end of November, my country wanted to have a big party. After all it was his grandson who had just come into this world, my mother-in-law in order not to change she had to criticize everything and always kept insinuating that her son didn't deserve it. Shortly afterwards I stopped visiting even her house; there were no conditions for doing so. If she wanted to see her grandchild she would have to go there to our home. But hell continued, and became worse when he found out that Victor's plans and mine were for me to continue my studies. She was opposed saying that I should stay at home taking care of my son. My father then had to insist and he himself went to talk with her to tell him that I would study yes and nothing would be lacking for my child. Even if Vítor stood by her side. But my husband had the good sense to stand by me and really shortly afterwards I returned to school, never having stopped myself. The birth of mine coincided practically with the end of the academic year.
From that moment I made it in my head that despite being rich and a young mother, I had to be able to finish my course within the normal deadlines. And every year passed was less than one missing. With much effort and dedication In 2002 I completed my studies and graduated as a nurse. As a newly trained nurse my father got an internship for me at the office of a doctor friend from childhood. After this training I got my first job there until 2011.
In 2010 the company where my husband worked closed and he became unemployed, after many attempts never was able to get a job again. He fell into depression and started drinking, I did everything to help him, told him that my salary would allow us to live and soon he will find another job. Time went by and no sign of new work, and he continued to drink more every day. Couldn't do anything to stop it, our sexual relations began at this time to decrease.
In 2011 I moved to São Paulo, my boss joined a company that came and bought the spa hotel where I currently work because he knew me very well, invited me to head of nursing at the hotel. My husband got a job, although it was precarious always gave something. Only he continued to drink and drank, did not even look for me anymore. I quit waiting for him. In my new work I met many different people opinions were many, even songs of men I took all day long but I remained faithful to my marriage. But at that time I started going into websites on the Internet looking for views from women who found themselves in my condition. That's when I began entering erotic sites, which is where my curiosity about lesbianism began. Only three years later, I cheated on my husband for the first time in my life.
Now that I have told you in a few words about my life's journey, maybe you will understand better why I changed. I am happy this way, much more now than during the 16 years of having sex with my husband. I have many friends who are more or less like me whose men do not look for them and they also made the same decision as I did. But now I am already slightly ahead, entering into the field of sadomasochism. In these years I learned a lot, and even had two girls, whom I turned into my sexual slaves. This whole world is wonderful and I won't give up on it. The only thing I'm missing is a separation and ending my marriage for good, not least because there's no way it can go on.
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