I’m a female who’s married to another woman. I went to a strip club for the first time last week without her knowledge. She believes that I went to a bar

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I’m a female who’s married to another woman. I went to a s********* for the first time last week without her knowledge. She believes that I went to a bar for a few drinks.

While I was there I consumed a lot of alcohol so some of my experiences may be mixed in with fantasy as opposed to truth.

I didn’t go there with any expectations just out of curiosity more than anything else. It was during the week so there was only myself and one other in there plus about 20 girls.

I felt uncomfortable at first, even when the first girl started talking to me I couldn’t help but feel so out of place. As a person I can be quite awkward and say inappropriate things at the wrong time. Then this girl who called herself Jamie-Lee started talking to me.

I know it’s their job to make a ‘patron’ feel special and talk to them and ultimately I suppose it’s to make them spend as much money as they can afford. She did keep saying I needed to pay her if I wanted her to talk me or her boss would tell her to move on.

She talked to me all night about a lot of things, her ex boyfriend, how she used to be a lot bigger than now (she even showed me pictures), things she was interested in, the fact she was bi and so on. I paid her for her company all night she gave me 3/4 dances I think. They all merged into one. It was amazing, I don’t even think I can describe how she made me feel in words. Not only physically but she listened to what I had to say and how I was feeling at the time.

She kept getting told she needed to move on by the staff because I think she was spending too long talking to me. She also kept complimenting me telling me I was funny and interesting and fun to be around.

Since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her, just how she made me feel. I am 95% sure that the way she made me feel was because I was paying her. I think I need reassurance that this is the case. That I need to just forget about that night and move on. But there’s this little bit inside of me that’s telling me that she was being sincere and she actually enjoyed my company.

I wish I could just have a chat with her completely sober to clarify what actually happened but I know that that couldn’t happen. I have a lot of mixed up feelings right now and want to know if anyone has ever felt similar.

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I was walking around the barn area to see the horses. My Uncle was feeding them and asked me to help and clean out a stall. I was happy to help, the horses were out of that particular stall. My Uncle entered and closed the door. I was cleaning up and bent over to scoop the stuff into a dust pan and into the can.

I felt my Uncles hands on my b***. He was telling me what a pretty girl I was, and how nice my b*** looked in these shorts. I said thank you and he pulled me closer, I was still bent over, and I could feel his hardness. He told me, he wanted to see me without my shorts on, and he quickly pulled them down before I could stop him. I was not wearing any underwear, and was fully exposed bare b***.

He moved me against the wall, my hands on the wall still bent over with him behind me. He already had undid his jeans and they were down around his ankles. I knew what was coming next. He pushed hard against me. My body betrayed me and I was already wet… he easily slid inside of me. I let out a cry, and he started pumping away. He was so much bigger than any of the boys I had dated.

I was so wet and he was so big, I did not complain, and let him do what he wanted. He was thrusting so hard and deep, I could feel his B@lls slapping against me with every thrust. I had multiple org@sms, my legs were shaking and my body was flush… then I felt him org@sm inside of me, it seemed to not stop and I could feel each spurt inside of me shooting against my insides. It was running out of me and down my legs as he continued his thrusting until he was finished.

He pulled out of me and left me there, legs spread and leaning against the wall soaked in wetness. I cleaned up and went back to the party. Still flush from the F#cking in the stall, people commented that I must have got some sun as the color looked good on me.

I saw my Uncle later, he never said a word, he just smiled and winked at me…