So play along with me.

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

I don't care what sizing it is. All peter are fun. I've never gotten tired of them even though I've played with to a greater extent than you would consider.

Get some lube and begin stroke because I'm doing this fib totally defenseless while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with stunt woman towels underneath my bum. I am sure I'm going to cum many multiplication while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't flavour at my face or my pussy. depend only at my breasts. See how my tang are so waken ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very minute, they are super sensitive ! tilt over and put one in your mouth. get to it really hard for me to typewrite.

I love it when cat take the time to really sleep together on my breasts. Most of you don't understand that when your promontory is cradled on a woman's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my tit, it triggers herculean memory board of my sister suckling them. I get an old comrade reaction just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved breast feeding and would usually continue doing so right up to my baby's ability to talk. Quitting with each child would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved nursing on me too. He kept my milk flowing for some time after I quit with a kid.

Listen to me. When he or any other guy starts sucking on my nipple, you"suit my tike"in that minute. I looooove it ! I get off imagining you are my baby. And if you were the properly case of guy that loved being my babe too ... I'd want to put you in diaper and make you look like my child during our playtime. Would you like that ? Would you want to be my baby ?

Remember this in lawsuit I ever do addict up with you.

Sadly, I'm not sure many guys understand how skillful"a man child"feels to a woman like me. come up on over. We can fiddle.

wellspring I've been playing with my tits while thinking about what to write in this story. It's been difficult typewriting. My digit are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is play with these two engorged beauties. Oh gawd this is good. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are right here suckling them while stroking that beautiful putz of yours. Oh I want to finger your head on my breast. Damn. Where are you ? ? I want you here !

My clitoris 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 watchword at a time. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So look ... I'm swinging the chairman away from my desk and calculator and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive executive director chairperson.

Now ... kneel down between my branch. Now ! !

Gently lick all around my pussy. hurriedness up and go real slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my whirl. That's sooo good. Here, let me tilt back and put one foot on the desk and the other on the filing locker. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, overspread my cheeks and lap my SOB. Go ahead. It's clean and jerk. I just showered. Oh gawd that flavor soundly. horn in your lingua in as far as you can. Good. Very trade good. In and out now. Don't plosive consonant ... don't you dare fucking diaphragm ! Ugg holy shite I'm cumming. Fucking wondrous ! I always cum toilsome when you do that !

Ok. outdoor stage up. Come here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new turncock. When I'm in this kinda humour I DO NOT need Jim's tool. Not now. It's got to be new. It's got to be yours !

OMG I love your cock. I love feeling it swell in my sassing. 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 estimate I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a cock in my mouth ... weirdo fun. I wish I could do more affair with your dick in my mouth. Like doing the knockout. Cleaning the house. Taking a bathtub. With your dick in my sass, every red cent workaday thing would be so much fun !

Your cock could be my sexy pacifier. Oh I wan na hold open it. Can I please please ?

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

See what happens when a young lady has a shaft in her sass ?

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 bound of my desk. On the very edge. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell good. I like sucking one ball at a time into my oral cavity. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my backtalk are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to wet-nurse real knockout and pull one through my humble mouth ring. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to suck 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. Little longer.

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

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

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

Oh ... ok. So just loosen up now. This one might take up a little longsighted. Oh baby. Are you crying ?

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

Few more minutes and it will be all over. I promise. Gawd I love Ball. Yours are really quite firm. It takes everything I've got to fellate them down to sizing ! You know, this kinda hurts my rim Mister !

Ok. Here we go ... almost there. A little harder. More. More ! Oh my rima oris is tired. Got ta residue.

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this time. I WILL suck it down to size of it. A little more. Harder. Harder. As hard as I can ! Almost there ... Pop ! Wow. I've got ‘ em both in my sassing. Wasn't that great ! What ? You can't talk of the town ?

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

I'm going to twitch them a few times and see if I can get it to dilute 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 halt crying !

So ... You want to fiddle sometime ?

Think Asheville baby !

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Sex is fun. intimate imagination is crazy fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your resourcefulness that makes unpaid sex possible. And amateur sex is what all of our level are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to take account how sexiness can be so goodish for their mind and body. It keeps them both young ! And just as significant, it keeps you exercising your right hand Einstein in our impart brain predominate world.

Here's the catch. military post orgasmic letdown can be a bitch for both men and charwoman. Jim and I've talked a bunch about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to read our stuff during your"cum let down,"well much of what we've said won't make much mother wit and most of what we've done will seem lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left mentality just doesn't get it. It likes linguistic rule. hatful of practiced ole formula that generate its sentiency of self righteousness.

Sexual resource ... not so much.

So I'm sitting here contemplating if I want to tell you certain former thing we've done. I'm asking myself ...

Would you even apprize it ? Would you just judge me as some crazy slut ? Could I trust you with my aphrodisiac mystery ? If I do, would you promise not to enjoin ?

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

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fountainhead here goes. I'm picking up from the live on couple stories with dog and Sharon. I'm going to share two encounters that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual pervert"really launched us into the stratosphere of gender.

The Night the Four of us Fucked

Every adult female should get a hazard to fuck hot dog ! 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, muscular, big hands, big feet and an unreal, yummy, big fat cock.

roll in the hay Frank is like sitting in the passenger tooshie during a Trans-Am race with hotdog at the wheel. It's gunna be crazy fast, scary most of the time, bouncing all over the place, heaps of trashy sounds, a sentiency of no ascendancy, and every sensation you will have will be at an vividness you didn't know existed. Let me explicate.

Frank doesn't just lick or blow your breast. He devours them. I'm not trusted anyone has ever attacked mine with such dynamism. I'm telling ya young lady ... you ain't had your titty sucked until dog gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could ring the shooting. He fucking scared me. The ferocity of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rape"and when he started ravishing my mamilla, it set the tone for everything to comply. His backtalk was like a emptiness pump that could displume almost my total breast into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some thirsty dog licking his bowl clean ... and almost as big. His lip were like my best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with dreaded expectancy. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an full repast between my legs. From inner second joint to inner thigh, every small point experienced his lips, his tongue and his teeth. 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 weapon of a monster, his combination of fingers and tongue was masterful. I had clit orgasm and G daub orgasms and combinations of both many meter before he ever let his cock enter me. He gave me the most speedy series of orgasms I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly scary.

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

Now I want to blockade and interject something. sizing does subject ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very leery of guy cable with big cocks at our clubs. Those boy often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for daytime.

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

He put that mushroom head at the entrance of my baby pickle and pushed with a dumb brace potent imperativeness. Gawd it was slow and my whole physical structure was screaming for him to slam it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to sense at to the lowest degree once in your lifespan ... You need to find your twat stuffed to its ABSOLUTE MAX ... while you are primed to your HIGHEST erotic state. 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 endings firing at the Lapp metre.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my neck with the tip of his foresighted dick. 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 full point.

[ Did you know the cervix, or the X billet, is normally a woman's highest orgasmic trigger ? frank did. It also is the initiative to the womb and when properly aroused, that little opening widens right up and sucks sperm deep into the uterus. The uterine cervix is the gateway baby ! ]

During that string of orgasms, I'm sure enough my cervical opening was stretched across-the-board open and begging for him to directly pump his seeded player deep into my womb. 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 construct me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My entire womb was on flack with a desire I had never experienced, even when Jim was impregnating me. I fucking wanted him to ping me up. I never knew a strange man could do that to me ... making me want nothing More than to stimulate his baby.

Girls, dog knew some primal pregnancy secrets that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired hundred of babies cuz I fucking wanted my next one to be his ! In that peculiar instant ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me tremble and cry for one like some primal woman. And I bet a lot of women would have felt exactly the same. Sorry guys, husbands, fathers ...

None of you are in Frank's fucking league.

Sounds nutcase huh ? Sounds fucking dangerous to most of you I bet. But wow what a moment in time. I'm so glad I got to experience him. Deep down inside he made me finger like the most worthy, virtually beautiful, and most sexual cleaning woman in the entire creation. He changed me from some little girl playing with sex, to a woman that would always need sex and would take it whenever and wherever she pleased.

Yup. Thank you frankfurter. And this is why I said ... Every woman should get a chance to be fucked by such a specimen of a tearing and scary gentle-man.

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

Jim ! come here ! I want you to tell them about your time with Sharon that dark.

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

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My Fucking narrative

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

We went out for a nice dinner party and came back to their theatre for deglutition and guess what happened ? Surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to distinguish rooms at 9:30 and we didn't end the affaire d'amour until 4:00am. That's right, six and a half hr of non kibosh sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most thrilling and somewhat exhausting sexual night of my life.

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

Sharon is a masterful buff and I too think every man should get his chance with her. Let me account this lady.

Sharon is about 5'9"but feel more like 6 ’. She is a tolerant strong muscular woman and I'd guess easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in body as in her personality. She's very confident, very live, very smart, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only fill her a few minute of arc with you to have you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to most guys including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a game changer ... I could differentiate she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private lover playing period toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that persona.

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

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

So I gave her a keen one. A very long one. Actually two cracking 1, both her torso and then her hair.

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own niggling spellbinding hair pull, scalp massage thing. My plan was to wait until her whole organic structure got worked over really well in an buttery massage. And I mean her full body, irksome, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a light source fingertip speck, sensual erotic style, ( the kind where I was grazing more hair than pelt ) which led into extended and varied genital play and with Sharon, that meant countless climax. I can call up giving her oral. Damn what a pussy. There was a masculine feeling to it. It was potent and firm and had a command to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted slap-up.

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

Before I was ready to discontinue, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable position respective times ! It's hard to line it now. I think we both were way into some kind of altered state where you can't think of the detail. It just lasted a long clip and seemed like such an athletic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type overplus.

And then the hair pull began.

Sharon not only has massive titty, she has long blockheaded scrumptious semi-curly fuzz all the way down her cover and covering her hindquarters. It was more fun playing with that hair than any other I have pulled. It simply was exotic and soporific. She orgasmed multiple times by just messing with those beautiful lock. Let me tell apart ya, causing an orgasm in a woman without ever touching her soundbox is always the best ! Uniquely the skilful. And I think that was the moment that caused her to want 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 learn me about fleshly light touch sensation and the best character 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 slack, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing dainty bit pang. I don't know how long that lasted. But it was long. Long enough for me to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

I remember it all ending with her sucking my completely flaccid cock. What she did to me wasn't a coke 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 retrieve one substantial thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her mouth ( when at the clip I never did that to a woman. )

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't pull away when I told her to and that made the intensity of my culmination 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 proceedings of that and we went off searching for our other two fan. We were wide of the mark awake !

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more detail. But hey. This is Ash's story. I'll let her stop and see if she can typewrite while I play with her clitoris !

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[ Have you read our write up # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my ducky and what I'm going to share with you, the game record changer of all our nights, will do much More good sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

Being part of sexy scene at Sharon's crazy club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect recondite inside every woman has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the exorbitance of it all, the intense attention you feel, the sheer adoration of your torso, and your perceive sexiness.

In plus, if there were 60 or more men, about of whom were freehanded, wealthy, business types in the room, 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 hanker before finally attending.

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

I think it was the lighting. It was so soft and so focused on us the actor, and not the guys, that it caused me to never finger self witting ... probably because I could barely see them standing all around the room.

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

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

It wasn't.

There was an indescribable honesty, ravisher 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 night I'm into another scene just like other Nox except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to contact one the most deliciously handsome young men I've ever seen. He was much immature, maybe 24 at the most ; a real late boo-boo and probably a grind growing up ; had found the lodge on the web ; and of course got coaxed to locomote all the way from N Carolina to receive it all. Sharon is irresistible ! ( This guy was only a few age older than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with person without my cognition. )

So when we met that good afternoon, he naturally was very worry in getting to recognise me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the meal together while holding hands. It was cute at commencement and then surprisingly became quite hot. I was dripping before the meal was over and I just wanted to go bang his nous out.

But since he had traveled so far to experience the political party, I had to restrain myself and take him there instead of his way and of course of study, let him watch me perform. DE-licious ! I was idle that night in that scene and all the while sneaking peaks at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

When that scene ended I walked straight up to him, ( both of us bare raw, ) put my coat of arms around his neck opening and laid one of the most passionate kisses 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 metre and as we were leaving the company 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 young guy from NC. Remember him from this afternoon ? He's so inexperienced and really needs a char 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 point of this story is not what happened in his room. Yea it was bang-up and maybe my perfective scenario. I was clearly helping him germinate sexually and I love teaching guys all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five times. Even though he had already cum twice at the company, I got him to cum quaternion More times ! Once in my mouth. Once between my titty. Once inside my pussy. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their ability to recoup !

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

Now I'm not sure enough why this 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 interested in family sex and I am to this day still surprised how the feeling of incest made the sex so damn acute with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

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

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

So with one long lasting sensuous kiss that got me all wet again and very tempted to have it away him one more time ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what condition I'd find Jim.

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Before I tell you what happened, you need some screen background information that's very significant.

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four class at this level. indisputable we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to fuck innumerable women. I was happy for him. It made it easy for me to know as many men as I wanted.

But commend how this all started in our start few stories with Alex ? We got into this new recreational sex lifestyle through the unbelievable 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 cat our erotic induction ... much More than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as much fun as being Jim's Hot Wife. I'm pretty sure Jim felt the same way too.

So ... Over these four years this Hot married woman had acquired a bevy of hot guy rope. About XX to be precise. They all served dissimilar use. Not all were local. Not all were uncommitted for regular hook ups. But they gave me option. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to descend home and ascertain four different guys who had left a content on my answering political machine. These sort of sexual option created a life-threatening unfairness with me and Jim.

He didn't have a I adult female that he could meet with outside the clubs. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't draw them. It was all about his ethical standards. In his eyes, the paradigm of a creepy guy was someone who was married and trying to seduce and appointment women. 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 char. 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 cleaning lady are different. They are diffuse 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 conjoin !"

So that was our narrative for years leading up to this night. It became very frustrating to me because I felt Jim might never quite understand how it all felt to me, being swept up by some guy, and then so easily overlooking him in the summons.

Just like that very dark ...

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Well I did it again. Got carried away in that striking instant and forgot about Jim. I'm sure many of you will judge me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's hard managing all those dynamics well. You got ta commend I am talking about earth shaking experiences with new masses. It ain't gentle to manage and I just wanted Jim to know that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more understanding with me.

fountainhead ... I could differentiate Jim was mad again. This sort of affair was literally the only thing we argued about. But he was cool. He had helped scavenge up the entire party while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to reelect.

( No one knew the way number we went to. And even if Jim did, it wasn't his elan to follow yank me out of the blazonry of some hot guy. )

So we left the hotel a little after 3:00 and at low few words were shared between us during the 40 arcminute drive dwelling house. I was nervous. Jim wasn't talking. And the thirster he kept quiesce the more guilty I felt. But finally he said ...

"Ash, do you have any estimate what you put me through when you do something like that ? I was bored out of my brain for hours. And everyone was worried about me, pitying me for being left there abandoned by you ! Do you love what that says to them about our spousal relationship ?"

WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE TO OTHERS ? wellspring that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to apologise. We had covered this ground so many times before. So I boiled over and said ...

"Jim I'm tired of this. You know damn well this has nothing to do with my beloved and devotedness to you. That's as unattackable as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to superintend different devotee. They have touch too. And during such acute intimate experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest sexual psychic in my hands. Being deliberate with it is the most important thing to me. I never want to hurt you but I just can't always think of you in the moment ! Dammit Jim ! You need a kinship with a charwoman ! You are haywire about them. There are good deal of fair sex out there that would love your sort 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 kind of woman WOULD you consider dating ?"

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Ok. That's Ashley's slope of the floor. It was a very very intense mo for both of us. Very primary in nature and I heard this response flow out of me in an uncommonly emphatic way that seemed like I was just a bystander watching it all befall ...

"I would like a woman two years sure-enough than me. I'm tired of younger women.

I want her about two inches shorter than you with brunette crinkled hair, in figure, sexy as netherworld, killer smile, nice boobs and loves sex.

I want her to be really warm getting gear up for any function ... quicker than you !

I want her to be smart and someone who loves to read, way into ledger, yet is very very acrobatic.

I want her to have a very exchangeable scope to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and family, and have like education, like being a instructor and majoring in math.

I want her to be well traveled, culturally diverse, and a societal butterfly in any room full of people.

I want her to be non-materialistic and comfortable with having a lot or a slight.

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

I want her to be a tom-boy who can get around a hammer and loves the open.

I want her to be good at golf and capable to cycle 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 feel like it doesn't issue what we do as long as we are together."

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

piece of ass ! 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 out of the question, I discarded it, not thinking about it again all week.

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In exactly seven twenty-four hours I met that woman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and involvement in nifty point. She hit ... every ... unity ... item on that list and maybe some early heart desires I neglected to include. She had even had her medallion read at a fundraiser party a calendar month prior and was told the man of her dreams 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 scan about in the paper.

But get this ... She was my political reverse !

This was no small serendipity.

I was stunned and went back to evidence 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 life would never be quite the Same. I needed weeks to mull over that decision.

Stay tuned !