Hi, let me introduce myself. I’m Paula. I’m sixty seven. In college I was a later day hippie. I met a real hippie, from the sixties hippies, a guy in his thirties, who treated his hippie bitch like she deserved to be treated, because all bitches should be treated that way. I was caught up in his world. When it came to cooking and cleaning, he had his bitch do that. I met this woman Carla who had been his bitch for a while but walked away from him. Now I was his bitch and she tried to save me. One day while she was saving me from a bad day cleaning his place, she put her arm around me and then she lifted my chin and kissed me. She said she had always wanted to do that, and was finally brave enough and did I like it. I got felt up by Carla, her hand under my braless blouse and her fingers twisting my nipples. I got pushed back onto the couch and she lifted my hippie dress and ate me after pulling my panties down. I was eating her with her feet on the armrest of the tv chair when in came his Lord and Master. He took a belt to my naked backside and he shoved Carla out on the street naked.
I left him for Carla, to be her bitch and do her cooking and cleaning. I’m the bitch in the relationship, what can I say. Someone has to be the bitch and someone has to wear the pants. Carla is and always has been a dyke and all she needed was a bitch of her own. Anyway, I have been Carla’s bitch all these years and I love being her bitch. She married me finally two years ago and we went on a honeymoon river cruise. We met this man who is a sex therapist and he fingered us immediately. Carla the dyke and me her bitch. And at the table he told me that I looked like I loved being the bitch.
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