Hello, My name is Jesse. You might say this is my coming out story, first one ever. I'm a 31 years old single female. I was married for six years in my late teens and twenties to my high school sweetheart who's name began with the letter J and I will refer to as J. Unfortunately he went and did what he felt was his patriotic duty and was killed during his third tour protecting the dollar, oh wait ridding the world of WMD's, yeah right. No bitterness here huh.
Politics aside, I got pregnant after my husband returned from his first tour and while he was off on his second tour I went into labor and ended up with a breech baby at a base hospital on a Saturday night with nothing more than an orderly for help. I lost my son. Tore my cervix rather badly and almost bled to death. A base "surgeon" and I use the term loosely, sewed me back up. My cervix now is always open and floppy. Getting pregnant now would be difficult and an exercise in futility as I could never carry to term.
My dad left my mom when I was about six months old and my mom died of cancer when I was a sophomore in high school. I finished school living at the YWCA. Not wanting to be in debt after graduation and no family to help, a collage degree was a pipe dream so after high school J and I got married. He went to basic and I started waiting tables at a cafe. I read every book I could get my hands on about business and eventually migrated to the stock market. I began trading equities and now trade equities, currencies and options. After J died I left base life all together and rented a small place in the pacific northwest. My trading advanced and I now have my own home on several very secluded acres near the Canadian border . I work using my computers at my office at home. I get up early as markets open on east coast time and I'm on west coast time so I go to bed early. I have goats, chickens, two mules a dog and some barn cats. My life is what you might call complete, with the exception of one thing.
I get lonesome. J is the only person I've ever had sex with and it's been six years since. Would like to find the right person someday. Right now I go into town every Friday evening and have dinner at a local cafe. By my self. Oh I have plenty of suitors and offers and even gone on dates but most are looking for somebody to replace their mama. I'd like a man I can and want to be 100% submissive to because I respect him and he is naturally dominant. Not because I fear him. That will never work and I'm not looking to be a maid or a mama. A division of labor so to speak and I don't want to wear the pants. Prefer a nice dress with some risque and classy lingerie underneath.
Once every two months my neighbor feeds for me and I go to Seattle or Missoula for a long weekend, I'll shop and stock my pantry and feed room. See a movie. Eat at a nice restaurant and go back to my hotel room alone. J used to love when I dolled up for him and I loved it as well so I still shave myself bare, slide on some nice stockings and attach them to beautiful garter-belts I have, slip on a nice dress and go enjoy a fine meal.
