So play along with me.

I want you to pack it out. Yes ... out. Right now.

I don't care what size it is. All cocks are fun. I've never gotten tired of them even though I've played with Thomas More than you would believe.

Get some lube and start up stroking because I'm doing this story totally naked while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with double towels underneath my bum. I am sure I'm going to cum many meter while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't feeling at my human face or my pussycat. look only at my breast. See how my nips are so aroused ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na smack them ? At this very minute, they are extremely sensitive ! Lean over and put one in your mouth. clear it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when cat take the time to really love on my breasts. to the highest degree of you don't understand that when your head is cradled on a womanhood's dresser like mine, and you are sucking on my pap, it triggers powerful retentiveness of my child suckling them. I get an old intimate reception just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually continue doing so right up to my babe's ability to spill. Quitting with each child would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved nursing on me too. He kept my Milk River flowing for some time after I quit with a child.

Listen to me. When he or any other guy starts sucking on my nipple, you"become my child"in that moment. I looooove it ! I get off imagining you are my sister. And if you were the rectify character of guy that loved being my baby too ... I'd want to put you in napkin and take in you look like my tike during our playtime. Would you like that ? Would you want to be my child ?

Remember this in case I ever do hook up with you.

Sadly, I'm not sure many guys understand how honest"a man child"feels to a cleaning lady like me. Come on over. We can run.

Well I've been playing with my teat while thinking about what to publish in this story. It's been unmanageable typewriting. My fingerbreadth are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is diddle with these two engorged beauties. Oh gawd this is good. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are flop here suckling them while stroking that beautiful dick of yours. Oh I want to feel your headway on my breast. Damn. Where are you ? ? I want you here !

My clit needs you too ! It's swollen and sticking so far out. That's because I've been naughty stroking it in between typing a few Word of God at a prison term. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So spirit ... I'm swinging the chair away from my desk and information processing system and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive executive chair.

Now ... kneel down between my legs. Now ! !

Gently lick all around my kitty. Hurry up and go really deadening. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my crack cocaine. That's sooo good. Here, let me lean back and put one substructure on the desk and the other on the filing cabinet. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, distribute my cheeks and lick my arsehole. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that spirit good. stab your lingua in as far as you can. skillful. Very sound. In and out now. Don't block ... don't you dare fucking stop ! Ugg holy crap I'm cumming. Fucking wild ! I always cum hard when you do that !

Ok. tie-up up. ejaculate here. I want your rooster. I love sucking a new shaft. When I'm in this kinda humour I DO NOT want Jim's cock. Not now. It's got to be new. It's got to be yours !

OMG I love your putz. I love feeling it swell in my mouth. Come over with me to the desk. And don't you pull it out. I will bite down if I sense you pulling out !

Ok. I've got some melodic theme I want to typecast out before I loose them. Typing with a dick in my mouth ... weirdo fun. I wish I could do Thomas More things with your cock in my mouth. Like doing the dishes. Cleaning the sign. Taking a bath. With your cock in my mouth, every damn quotidian thing would be so a good deal fun !

Your pecker could be my sexy baby's dummy. Oh I wan na stay fresh it. Can I please please ?

Or maybe ... it could turn"my cigar."I like cigars ! Hmm ... Maybe that's why you guys love long fat cigars. Tactile oral phallic symbols. Damn. I never thought of it that way.

See what happens when a girl has a cock in her sassing ?

Alright I'm done with that. Did I tell you I like sucking on balls ?

Let's see if you like the way I do it.

Sit on the edge of my desk. On the very edge. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell honest. I like sucking one orb at a meter into my mouth. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my lips are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck really hard and pull one through my small mouth ring. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to nurse a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a straw. Got ta suck really really hard. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be easy. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. Little harder. niggling longer.

Pop ! We did it ! Oh baby. Did that suffer a little ?

Listen silly, just be happy I didn't chew on it much ... This time. Ok. Now the other.

No ? ? You're resisting me ? ! We either do this or our short playtime is over."No nutty no fucky."

Oh ... ok. So just unstrain now. This one might contract a piddling yearner. Oh baby. Are you crying ?

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

Few to a greater extent minutes and it will be all over. I promise. Gawd I love chunk. Yours are really quite business firm. It takes everything I've got to draw them down to sizing ! You know, this kinda hurts my back talk mister !

Ok. Here we go ... almost there. A petty harder. more. More ! Oh my backtalk is tired. Got ta rest.

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this prison term. I WILL imbibe it down to size. A little more. Harder. Harder. As hard as I can ! Almost there ... Pop ! Wow. I've got ‘ em both in my oral cavity. Wasn't that bully ! What ? You can't talking ?

Now I'm going to clamp my lip down with your balls and sac in my mouth and tear out a little bit. Just a piffling. Ok ... It's gunna be a lot. Let's see how far your sac will stretch. Oh you've got a big one. Wonderful. A little farther. Just a little farther. Oh baby hold still !

I'm going to flick them a few meter and see if I can get it to debase another inch. Isn't this fun !

I promise I'll make those babies cum and cum when we are done with this.

Oh baby. Please stop cry !

So ... You want to play sometime ?

Think Asheville baby !

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Sex is fun. Sexual imagination is crazy fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your imaging that makes unpaid sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our history are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to prize how sexiness can be so healthy for their nous and torso. It keeps them both Danton True Young ! And just as significant, it keeps you exercising your right brain in our left Einstein eclipse mankind.

Here's the stop. Post orgasmic disappointment can be a bitch for both men and adult female. Jim and I've talked a clustering about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to show our stuff during your"cum let down,"well much of what we've said won't make much good sense and near of what we've done will seem lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left brain just doesn't get it. It likes prescript. rafts of good ole rules that generate its sense of self righteousness.

Sexual imagination ... not so much.

So I'm sitting here contemplating if I want to distinguish you sure former things we've done. I'm asking myself ...

Would you even value it ? Would you just judge me as some crazy loose woman ? Could I trust you with my sexy enigma ? If I do, would you prognosticate not to distinguish ?

Golly, this is our 13th story and we've barely begun. There's so much more. Ok. Let's see if you"can cover the ( our ) truth."Maybe if you've been followed along. Just try not to judge.

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wellspring here goes. I'm picking up from the last couple tarradiddle with Frank and Sharon. I'm going to share two encounters that are directly related and made potential by them. Those two"sexual deviants"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The Night the quaternary of us Fucked

Every woman should get a chance to fuck wiener ! At to the lowest degree once. Frank is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a woman's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, powerful, big hired hand, big understructure and an unreal, yummy, big fat cock.

nooky frankfurter is like sitting in the passenger buttocks during a Trans-Am slipstream with hot dog at the wheel. It's gunna be loony fast, scary most of the time, bouncing all over the space, lots of tatty sounds, a sense of no control, and every sensory faculty you will let will be at an strength you didn't know existed. Let me explicate.

weenie doesn't just lick or suck your boobs. He devours them. I'm not sure anyone has ever attacked mine with such vigor. I'm telling ya daughter ... you ain't had your tits sucked until frankfurter gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could call the shots. He fucking scared me. The wildness of what he did was exactly my"fancy colza"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the tone for everything to watch. His mouth was like a vacuum ticker that could extract almost my integral boob into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his bowl clean ... and almost as big. His rim were like my right vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with fearful anticipation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an integral repast between my ramification. From inner thigh to inner second joint, every small point experienced his rim, his spit and his dentition. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over XX years ago !

Even though I felt like I was in the weapons system of a teras, his compounding of finger's breadth and tongue was masterly. I had clit climax and G spot coming and combining of both many prison term before he ever let his cock enter me. He gave me the most rapid serial of sexual climax I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly scary.

And then ... that big fat tenacious cock came home to the party.

Now I want to cease and inject something. sizing does matter ... somewhat ... but generally young lady were very leery of cat with big cocks at our clubs. Those boys often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not frank. His hammer was so big around it seemed impossible it would ever go in, but I guess after he had made me cum so many times, I was stretched out enough to have a sister ! And I was gushingly lubed.

He put that mushroom cloud headland at the entranceway of my baby hole and pushed with a obtuse steady mightily insistence. Gawd it was dumb and my solid body was screaming for him to thrash it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at least once in your life sentence ... You need to feel your pussy stuffed to its ABSOLUTE MAX ... while you are primed to your HIGHEST erotic nation. It's both of them together that makes this so special.

Gawd it was great and just like he intended it to feel with all my nerve closing firing at the same time.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my cervix with the tip of his long cock. He didn't ram me. He didn't hurt me. He knew how to do it just hard enough to get me uncontrollably aroused and cumming non hitch.

[ Did you know the cervix uteri, or the X spot, is normally a adult female's highest orgasmic trigger ? Frank did. It also is the opening to the womb and when properly aroused, that little opening widens right up and suck sperm deep into the uterus. The cervix is the gateway baby ! ]

During that drawstring of climax, I'm sure my cervical initiative was stretched blanket undefendable and begging for him to directly pump his come deep into my uterus. That's exactly what he did. I felt it go straight in. Masterfully done !

In that moment all that I was thinking, all that I wanted, all that I was feeling, was for him to stimulate me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

Now don't you dare fucking judge me ! You weren't there !

My entire uterus was on fire with a desire I had never experienced, even when Jim was impregnating me. I fucking wanted him to knock me up. I never knew a foreign man could do that to me ... making me want nothing Sir Thomas More than to have his child.

female child, Frank knew some primordial pregnancy arcanum that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired hundreds of babies cuz I fucking wanted my next one to be his ! In that special moment ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me tremble and cry for one like some primal woman. And I bet a lot of cleaning woman would deliver felt exactly the same. Sorry guys, married man, fathers ...

None of you are in weenie's fucking league.

phone wild huh ? Sounds fucking dangerous to near of you I bet. But wow what a minute in sentence. I'm so glad I got to experience him. oceanic abyss down inside he made me sense like the most desirable, virtually beautiful, and most intimate woman in the entire world. He changed me from some little lady friend playing with sex, to a woman that would always need sex and would take it whenever and wherever she please.

Yup. Thank you Frank. And this is why I said ... Every char should get a chance to be fucked by such a specimen of a rough and scarey gentle-man.

Ok. Enough typewriting and reminiscing. Now I've got ta figure out a way to clean up this very oily keyboard and soaked towels !

Jim ! Come here ! I want you to tell them about your fourth dimension with Sharon that night.

She and Frank were"equally matched sexual bookends."They kinda scared us both.

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My nooky tale

I love reading what Ash was feeling when she got fucked that Nox. I think she described Frank very well. What a inside night we had with them both.

We went out for a nice dinner and came back to their house for drinks and guess what happened ? Surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to separate suite at 9:30 and we didn't end the affaire d'amour until 4:00am. That's rightfield, six and a half hours of non plosive sex. well, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most throb and somewhat exhausting sexual Night of my life.

Here's the matter. It felt timeless. I was absolutely aghast when I found out it was 4:00. It seemed like midnight, 1:00 at the latest.

Sharon is a consummate buff and I too think every man should get his fortune with her. Let me name this lady.

Sharon is about 5'9"but flavor more like 6 ’. She is a large-minded warm muscular char and I'd shot easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in body as in her personality. She's very confident, very receive, very impudent, very visceral, and maybe telepathic. It will only take her a few minutes with you to let you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to most guys including me. I was attracted to her from the source but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a game changer ... I could narrate she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private lover play toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that role.

Well this night bonded us. I'm not sure enough anything happened as spectacular as what Ash had with hot dog. Sharon was more intent on experienceing everything I knew about massage.

( Found our later she was planning on getting me to start a dinner massage club )

So I gave her a great one. A very long one. Actually two great I, both her physical structure and then her hair's-breadth.

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own little mesmerizing hairsbreadth drag, scalp massage thing. My architectural plan was to hold back until her solid body got worked over really well in an buttery massage. And I mean her entire body, slow, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a lighting fingertip jot, sensual erotic style, ( the kind where I was grazing more hair than skin ) which led into extended and varied genital manoeuvre and with Sharon, that meant innumerable sexual climax. I can think back giving her unwritten. Damn what a puss. There was a masculine feel to it. It was substantial and firm and had a command to it. Loved every minute of arc of playing with it. She tasted nifty.

When I sucked on her button and she would come up off the bed, it made me palpate like"this is how it should always feel with a cleaning woman !"Very few of them, including Ash, have orgasms as powerfully as Sharon.

Before I was make to hold on, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable position several times ! It's heavily to describe it now. I think we both were way into some sort of altered province where you can't remember the details. It just lasted a long time and seemed like such an athletic result, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a cub type plethora.

And then the hair drag began.

Sharon not only has massive boobs, she has long thick delicious semi-curly haircloth all the way down her dorsum and covering her butt. It was more fun playing with that tomentum than any former I have pulled. It simply was exotic and mesmeric. She orgasmed multiple times by just messing with those beautiful locks. Let me order ya, causing an coming in a woman without ever touching her body is always the well ! Uniquely the easily. And I think that was the present moment that caused her to require me as her toy.

It all ended with her taking over and making me just lie there and take"what she had planned."

Sharon had a lot to teach me about sensual light touch sensation and the expert region in her repertoire was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that long hair of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both directions, both fast and slow, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing exquisite minute bite. I don't bonk how long that lasted. But it was long. Long enough for me to be slipping in and out of awareness.

I remember it all ending with her sucking my completely flaccid cock. What she did to me wasn't a nose candy job. It wasn't just sucking me off either.

It felt ... sacred.

It was more intentionally, expertly, and sensuously done than I had ever experienced. I'll leave it at that. I only remember one potent thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her backtalk ( when at the fourth dimension I never did that to a woman. )

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't draw away when I told her to and that made the intensity of my climax far more memorable. She said she loved how I tasted and after she finished drinking it down, she curled me up in one big monstrous hug.

About ten minutes of that and we went off searching for our other two lovers. We were wide awake !

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more details. But hey. This is Ash's chronicle. I'll let her land up and see if she can type while I play with her clit !

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[ Have you show our story # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my darling and what I'm going to share with you, the plot changer of all our nights, will gain much more sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

Being region of sexy tantrum at Sharon's nutcase club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect deep inside every woman has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the exorbitance of it all, the intense care you feel, the sheer idolisation of your consistency, and your perceived amorousness.

In addition, if there were 60 or more men, nearly of whom were handsome, wealthy, business type in the way, all salivating over you .... it's was all over the top fun. I loved it once I experienced it. Gawd I wished we hadn't waited so foresighted before finally attending.

I've often asked myself ..."what was it about this baseball club ?"

I think it was the firing. It was so flaccid and so focused on us the role player, and not the guy wire, that it caused me to never feel self witting ... probably because I could barely see them standing all around the elbow room.

No. Maybe it was playing out the scene with some sexy guy or aphrodisiac woman who was equally charged up and aware we were there to do. Yea, that changed everything. It always felt like we were making a porno film.

No. I think what really made it acute is that we had an audience, a declamatory audience and all standing just a few feet away. And, ( and this is a very big"and,") they were all naked and stroking their wonderful pecker. Sounds kinda depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an indescribable honesty, beauty and wholesomeness to those scenes. Really. I bet you don't believe me, but if you had been there you would've felt it too.

Ok. So this dark I'm into another scene just like former nights except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to meet one the most deliciously handsome young men I've ever seen. He was much new, maybe 24 at the most ; a tangible recent blunder and probably a nerd growing up ; had found the club on the web ; and of course got coaxed to travel all the way from N Carolinas to experience it all. Sharon is irresistible ! ( This guy was only a few years sr. than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with somebody without my noesis. )

So when we met that afternoon, he naturally was very interested in getting to know me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the meal together while holding work force. It was cute at first and then surprisingly became quite hot. I was dripping before the meal was over and I just wanted to go fuck his wit out.

But since he had traveled so far to experience the party, I had to restrain myself and take him there instead of his room and of course, let him look out me perform. DE-licious ! I was wild that night in that setting and all the while sneaking peak at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

When that scene ended I walked straight up to him, ( both of us bare bare, ) put my arms around his neck and laid one of the most passionate candy kiss I've ever given on that boy ! Sharon was watching and came up saying ..."You two need to go get a room !"

We wasted no time and as we were leaving the party for his hotel room I saw Sharon walking up to Jim and knew exactly what she was doing and going to say ...

"Jim darling ... I've set Ashley up with this Thomas Young guy from NC. Remember him from this afternoon ? He's so inexperient and really needs a woman like Ash. I hope it's alright because I've chased them off to his room. Is that ok ?"

Sometimes I really really loved Sharon ! ! !

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The percentage point of this story is not what happened in his room. Yea it was enceinte and maybe my perfective scenario. I was clearly helping him evolve sexually and I love teaching guys all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five clock time. Even though he had already cum twice at the company, I got him to cum IV Sir Thomas More times ! Once in my rima oris. Once between my bosom. Once inside my pussy. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their ability to reclaim !

In the end, we were both extremely sweaty sticky and exhausted. So after a quick"I'll easy lay you up and you can soap me up"shower we laid down together and snuggled.

Now I'm not sure as shooting why this chemical reaction triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making love with my son. I will never forget it. I've never been concerned in family sex and I am to this day still surprised how the flavor of incest made the sex so damn intense with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

We fell asleep in each other's arms and I woke up around 3:00 only because I had to pee. OMG ! I took up the whole Night again. Jim's going to be upset.

So I said ..."Sorry my fan. I've got to run. Let me have intercourse when you come down here again. I promise I'll be yours for the Night !"

So with one long lasting sensuous candy kiss that got me all wet again and very tempted to hump him one More time ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what term I'd obtain Jim.

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Before I tell you what happened, you need some setting data that's very important.

Jim and I had been in this modus vivendi exactly four eld at this power point. Sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able-bodied to fuck countless women. I was happy for him. It made it easy for me to fuck as many men as I wanted.

But think how this all started in our first few stories with Alex ? We got into this new unpaid sex modus vivendi through the incredible deliciousness of experiencing Hot Wife-ing. Jim loved it and I loved it. But because it was"the door we went through"on our way into this life style, the Hot Wife thing typed mould our titillating triggers ... much more than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as a great deal fun as being Jim's Hot Wife. I'm pretty sure Jim felt the Lapp way too.

So ... Over these four class this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot guy. About 20 to be exact. They all served unlike determination. Not all were local anaesthetic. Not all were available for even hook shot ups. But they gave me selection. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to follow home and find four different guy rope who had left a message on my answering machine. These kind of sexual options created a serious unfairness with me and Jim.

He didn't have a single cleaning woman that he could fulfill with outside the gild. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't attract them. It was all about his ethical standards. In his eyes, the epitome of a creepy guy was someone who was married and trying to seduce and date womanhood. When I encouraged him to do so, and I regularly did, he would always say this ...

"Ash you don't understand. It's different for me and a woman. You can date any guy you want, married or not, and that guy is going to take what you give him and say ‘ Use me, use me !'But char are different. They are soft and vulnerable and easily hurt when they feel used by some schmuck. I just can't do that. I can't date someone while being splice !"

So that was our story for twelvemonth leading up to this Night. It became very frustrating to me because I felt Jim might never quite sympathise how it all felt to me, being swept up by some guy, and then so easily overlooking him in the process.

Just like that very night ...

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wellspring I did it again. Got carried away in that spectacular import and forgot about Jim. I'm sure enough many of you will judge me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's heavy managing all those kinetics well. You got ta remember I am talking about earth shaking experiences with new people. It ain't well-heeled to manage and I just wanted Jim to experience that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more understanding with me.

well ... I could narrate Jim was mad again. This form of matter was literally the only thing we argued about. But he was cool. He had helped clean house up the entire party while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to return.

( No one knew the elbow room turn we went to. And even if Jim did, it wasn't his style to occur yank me out of the arms of some hot guy. )

So we left the hotel a little after 3:00 and at first few words were shared between us during the 40 minute effort place. I was nervous. Jim wasn't talking. And the longer he kept quiet the more guilty I felt. But finally he said ...

"Ash, do you have any idea what you put me through when you do something like that ? I was bored out of my mind for hour. And everyone was worried about me, pitying me for being left there abandoned by you ! Do you know what that says to them about our wedlock ?"

WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE TO OTHERS ? Well that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to rationalize. We had covered this terra firma so many metre before. So I boiled over and said ...

"Jim I'm tired of this. You know damn well this has nix to do with my love and devotion to you. That's as substantial as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how unmanageable it is to get by different lovers. They have flavour too. And during such intense sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest intimate psychic in my hands. Being careful with it is the most authoritative thing to me. I never want to injure you but I just can't always think of you in the moment ! Dammit Jim ! You need a kinship with a woman ! You are improper about them. There are peck of fair sex out there that would love your kind of attention and would be thrilled if they could have it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your excuses. Now tell me. What sort of woman WOULD you consider dating ?"

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Ok. That's Ashley's side of the story. It was a very very intense present moment for both of us. Very primary in nature and I heard this reply flow out of me in an uncommonly forceful way that seemed like I was just a bystander watching it all fall out ...

"I would like a woman two years older than me. I'm tired of younger womanhood.

I want her about two inches shorter than you with brunette wavelike hair, in shape, sexy as hell, killer smile, decent boobs and loves sex.

I want her to be really spry getting ready for any function ... agile than you !

I want her to be ache and someone who loves to read, way into Scripture, yet is very very athletic.

I want her to accept a very standardized backcloth to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and kin, and have similar education, like being a teacher and majoring in math.

I want her to be well traveled, culturally divers, and a social butterfly in any room fully of people.

I want her to be non-materialistic and well-to-do with having a lot or a niggling.

I want her to want a guy that loves to do the shopping and all the cooking.

I want her to be a tom-boy who can sway a cock and loves the outdoors.

I want her to be skillful at golf and able-bodied to cycle per second with me.

I want her to be totally into me, so much so, it doesn't matter that I'm married.

I want her to find like it doesn't matter what we do as long as we are together."

And I want her to somehow be expecting me to record up in her life and is actually waiting for me."

Fuck ! Where did that come from ? It was a totally unexpected and impossible list, one which I had never ever thought of, let alone construct. It came out powerfully and it left Ashley and me speechless.

But it was so unsufferable, I discarded it, not thinking about it again all week.

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In exactly seven days I met that charwoman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and pastime in great detail. She hit ... every ... single ... item on that list and maybe some other heart desires I neglected to admit. She had even had her palm read at a fundraiser party a month prior and was told the man of her ambition would soon show up.

She was also a very public political figure and one I later realized I had seen often on TV and regularly say about in the paper.

But get this ... She was my political opposite word !

This was no small serendipity.

I was stunned and went back to tell Ash about it.

"Fantastic ! You ARE going back to see her ? Jim, fucking tell me you ARE going back ! !"

"Hell no Ash ! It's way to spooky, scary and dangerous for her and me. No. It was just a one off experience. I'm not going back !"

well ... that my friend was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might mean my liveliness would never be quite the same. I needed weeks to mull over that decision.

halt tuned !