Marie’s Nipples
Marie’s Nipples
Sex Story Author: | Cathy |
Sex Story Excerpt: | It was like love at first sight, in this case love at first fuck. I can't believe I just wrote |
Sex Story Category: | Domination/submission |
Sex Story Tags: | Domination/submission, Fiction, Humiliation, Pregnant |
With apologies to the producers of “Going PLaces”. If you’ve seen it you know this French movie follows the adventures of two petty thieves. I’ve always tried to imagine what was going on in the mind of the young mother who was nursing her baby. This is one possibility.
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I know I’m not very sexy, less than normal for a girl my age. And I suppose I’m very shy. Still, like any proper French girl below the age of thirty, I consider it my duty in life to provide males with an attractive image of myself. An American girl might think I’m intentionally provocative. One of their feminists would probably say I’m brainwashed by my culture. But that’s silly. I’m a part of my culture, nothing else. If a Frenchman gives me the once over, I’m supposed to smile. I’d rather die than not respond the way he expects. It means nothing, but we both enjoy it, so there’s certainly no harm either. A French girl doesn’t meet a man’s eyes unless he wants her to look at him. Of course we sneak lots of peeks when he’s not looking at us. So we know when to look the other way so he can look at us without being distracted or embarrassed. We all love this game. American girls practically have to enter beauty contests to enjoy the type of attention French girls crave and often get.
But I’m not exceptional. So I’ve never gotten all that much male interest. I’m small, and my tits even small for my size. I’m very slim, even in the hips, so I don’t have much of a figure to advertise. I guess during my pregnancy I filled out a little, however, and now have an almost sexy figure. I also have a three month old baby whom I adore tremendously. I love my husband for getting me knocked up. I loved him even before he got me knocked up, but not for very long.
Our’s was almost an arranged marriage. We didn’t have to go through with it but we liked each other and had no other prospects. I was a virgin at the altar. Which makes me a little backward for a nineteen year old French girl. When Pierre took me that night, I stopped liking him and immediately began loving him.
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