So play along with me.

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

I don't concern what size it is. All shaft are fun. I've never gotten tired of them even though I've played with more than you would consider.

Get some lube and start out stroke because I'm doing this write up totally nude while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with three-fold towels underneath my bum. I am certain I'm going to cum many sentence while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't look at my boldness or my slit. Look only at my breasts. See how my relish are so ruttish ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na savour them ? At this very minute, they are super medium ! Lean over and put one in your mouth. Make it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when guy take the prison term to really love on my breasts. Most of you don't understand that when your head is cradled on a woman's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my nipples, it triggers powerful memories of my sister suckling them. I get an old comrade response just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually bear on doing so right up to my baby's ability to lecture. Quitting with each shaver would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved breast feeding on me too. He kept my milk flowing for some time after I quit with a fry.

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

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

Sadly, I'm not sure many hombre understand how good"a man baby"feels to a woman like me. Come on over. We can roleplay.

Well I've been playing with my tits while thinking about what to indite in this story. It's been difficult typing. My finger's breadth 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 cock of yours. Oh I want to finger your head on my white meat. 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 words at a time. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So feeling ... I'm swinging the electric chair away from my desk and computer and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive administrator chair.

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

Gently lick all around my kitty. Hurry up and go rattling slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my crack. That's sooo good. Here, let me lean back and put one fundament on the desk and the former on the filing cabinet. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, spread my cheeks and lick my asshole. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that spirit good. horn in your tongue in as far as you can. good. Very good. In and out now. Don't stop ... don't you dare fucking stop ! Ugg holy horseshit I'm cumming. Fucking tremendous ! I always cum hard when you do that !

Ok. Stand up. Come here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new cock. When I'm in this kinda climate I DO NOT require Jim's cock. Not now. It's got to be new. It's got to be yours !

OMG I love your turncock. I love feeling it swell in my mouth. cum 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 idea I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a cock in my mouth ... weirdo fun. I wish I could do more things with your peter in my mouth. Like doing the mantrap. Cleaning the house. Taking a bathing tub. With your hammer in my mouth, every damn unremarkable thing would be so a lot fun !

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

Or maybe ... it could become"my cigar."I like cigars ! Hmm ... Maybe that's why you guys bonk long fat cigars. Tactile oral examination phallic symbolization. tinker's dam. I never thought of it that way.

See what happens when a young lady 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 border of my desk. On the very edge. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell sound. I like sucking one bollock at a fourth dimension into my mouth. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my back talk are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck real hard and deplume one through my small back talk ring. It's gunna take some endeavour. Kinda like trying to suck a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a chaff. Got ta suck really really hard. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be well-situated. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. Little harder. Little tenacious.

Pop ! We did it ! Oh sister. Did that ache a slight ?

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 little playday is over."No nutty no fucky."

Oh ... ok. So just slacken now. This one might take a picayune farsighted. Oh baby. Are you crying ?

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

Few more moment and it will be all over. I promise. Gawd I love clod. Yours are really quite firm. It takes everything I've got to suck them down to sizing ! You know, this kinda hurts my lips mister !

Ok. Here we go ... almost there. A little harder. more. More ! Oh my mouth is tired. Got ta eternal rest.

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 mouth. Wasn't that great ! What ? You can't talking ?

Now I'm going to clamp my lips down with your orchis and sac in my mouth and take out out a footling bit. Just a little. 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 lilliputian farther. Just a little farther. Oh baby hold still !

I'm going to buck them a few prison term and see if I can get it to stretch another inch. Isn't this fun !

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

Oh child. Please halt shout !

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 imagination that makes recreational sex potential. And recreational sex is what all of our write up are about. We are sharing them because so few masses seem to apprize how eroticism can be so levelheaded for their mind and body. It keeps them both young ! And just as important, it keeps you exercising your rightfield brain in our left mind dominate world.

Here's the catch. Post orgasmic letdown can be a squawk for both men and women. Jim and I've talked a bunch about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to interpret our stuff during your"cum let down,"well much of what we've said won't make much sense and most of what we've done will seem lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left brain just doesn't get it. It likes rules. mint of good ole rules that generate its signified of self righteousness.

Sexual imagination ... not so much.

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

Would you even apprise it ? Would you just approximate me as some weirdo slut ? Could I trust you with my aphrodisiac secrets ? If I do, would you promise not to tell ?

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 judge.

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

The Night the quadruplet of us Fucked

Every woman should get a luck to love Frank ! 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.

shtup Frank is like sitting in the passenger keister during a Trans-Am slipstream with wiener at the wheel. It's gunna be disturbed fast, scarey most of the clock time, bouncing all over the place, tons of trashy sound, a sense of no control, and every sensation you will have will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

Frank doesn't just lick or blow your boobs. He devours them. I'm not indisputable anyone has ever attacked mine with such vigor. I'm telling ya girls ... you ain't had your tits sucked until weenie gets his opportunity with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could send for the shaft. He fucking scared me. The wildness of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rape"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the note for everything to come. His mouthpiece was like a vacuum pump that could pull almost my total breast into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his bowl clean ... and almost as big. His lips were like my best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with horrendous expectancy. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an intact repast between my legs. From inner second joint to inner thigh, every little spot experienced his lips, his tongue and his dentition. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over twenty years ago !

evening though I felt like I was in the coat of arms of a giant, his combination of fingerbreadth and tongue was masterful. I had clit orgasms and G berth sexual climax and combinations of both many times before he ever let his shaft enter me. He gave me the most rapid series of orgasm I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly shivery.

And then ... that big fat longsighted cock came domicile to the party.

Now I want to stop and interject something. Size does topic ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very suspicious of bozo with big cocks at our clubs. Those boys often banged your cervix difficult and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not Frank. His turncock was so big around it seemed unsufferable 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 baby ! And I was gushingly lubed.

He put that mushroom-shaped cloud head at the entrance of my sister trap and pushed with a slow brace powerful pressure. Gawd it was slacken and my whole eubstance was screaming for him to flap down it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to experience at least once in your lifetime ... You need to feel your pussycat 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 conclusion firing at the Lapp time.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my uterine cervix with the tip of his foresightful 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 stop.

[ Did you know the cervix, or the X spot, is normally a woman's highest orgasmic gun trigger ? wiener did. It also is the opening to the uterus and when properly aroused, that short opening night widens right up and sucks sperm deep into the womb. The cervix is the gateway babe ! ]

During that string of sexual climax, I'm for certain my cervical orifice was stretched all-inclusive open and begging for him to directly pump his seed 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 prepare me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My full uterus was on fire 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 foreign man could do that to me ... making me want nothing more than to have his infant.

fille, Frank knew some primal pregnancy enigma that I think no one I've been with anterior or since has known. This man should've sired 100 of babe cuz I fucking wanted my side by side one to be his ! In that extra 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 adult female would feature felt exactly the Same. Sorry guys, husband, Father-God ...

None of you are in hot dog's fucking league.

audio softheaded huh ? Sounds fucking grievous to most of you I bet. But wow what a present moment in meter. I'm so glad I got to live him. trench down inside he made me sense like the most worthy, most beautiful, and most sexual cleaning lady in the entire macrocosm. He changed me from some fiddling young lady playing with sex, to a woman that would always need sex and would take it whenever and wherever she pleased.

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

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

Jim ! ejaculate here ! I want you to order them about your time with Sharon that Night.

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

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My Fucking Story

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

We went out for a Nice dinner and came back to their star sign for drinks and hazard what happened ? Surprise surprisal. We hooked up. We both went to separate way at 9:30 and we didn't end the affaire d'intimacy until 4:00am. That's right, six and a half hours of non stop sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non stay ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most thrilling and somewhat exhausting sexual Night of my life.

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

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

Sharon is about 5'9"but tactile property more like 6 ’. She is a full impregnable brawny cleaning woman and I'd conjecture easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in consistency as in her personality. She's very convinced, very feel, very wise, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only convey her a few moment with you to give birth you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to well-nigh guys including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a biz changer ... I could severalize she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her common soldier 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 anything happened as prominent as what Ash had with Frank. Sharon was more absorbed on experienceing everything I knew about massage.

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

So I gave her a great one. A very long one. Actually two swell single, both her body and then her tomentum.

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own trivial hypnotic hair's-breadth wrench, scalp massage thing. My architectural plan was to wait until her completely body got worked over really well in an oily massage. And I mean her entire physical structure, slow, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a light fingertip touch, sensual erotic fashion, ( the kind where I was grazing more hair than skin ) which led into extended and varied genital gambol and with Sharon, that meant countless orgasm. I can remember giving her unwritten. Damn what a pussy. There was a masculine tone to it. It was unassailable and firm and had a instruction to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted great.

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

Before I was gear up to stop, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable positioning respective clip ! It's concentrated to key it now. I think we both were way into some form of altered land where you can't remember the details. It just lasted a long time and seemed like such an athletic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type embarrassment.

And then the hairsbreadth pull began.

Sharon not only has monolithic boobs, she has long thick-skulled luscious semi-curly fuzz all the way down her dorsum and covering her buns. It was more fun playing with that hair than any early I have pulled. It simply was exotic and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple sentence by just messing with those beautiful ringlet. Let me tell ya, causing an climax in a charwoman without ever touching her body is always the best ! Uniquely the best. 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 animal luminance touch and the best piece in her repertoire was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that foresightful hair's-breadth of hers to slowly drag-sweep my consistency in both directions, both fast and slow, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing exquisite second stings. I don't have it off 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 blow 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 recall one strong thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her mouth ( when at the time 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 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 proceedings of that and we went off searching for our other two buff. We were blanket awake !

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more inside information. But hey. This is Ash's report. I'll let her cease and see if she can typecast while I play with her clit !

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[ Have you read our story # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my pet and what I'm going to percentage with you, the plot record changer of all our nights, will cook much to a greater extent sentiency once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

beingness piece of sexy prospect at Sharon's crazy club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect deep inside every womanhood has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the outrageousness of it all, the intense attention you feel, the sheer adoration of your body, and your perceived sexiness.

In gain, if there were 60 or Sir Thomas More men, most of whom were handsome, wealthy, business organization case 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 farseeing before finally attending.

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

I think it was the inflammation. It was so soft and so focused on us the role player, and not the guys, that it caused me to never experience self conscious ... 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 fair sex who was equally charged up and aware we were there to perform. Yea, that changed everything. It always felt like we were making a pornography flick.

No. I think what really made it vivid is that we had an hearing, a large 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 cocks. Sounds kind of depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an indescribable honesty, knockout 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 nights except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to meet one the most deliciously big young men I've ever seen. He was much younger, maybe 24 at the most ; a really late pratfall and probably a wonk growing up ; had found the club on the web ; and of course of instruction got coaxed to travel all the way from N Carolina to experience it all. Sharon is irresistible ! ( This guy was only a few long time Old than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with someone without my cognition. )

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 repast together while holding helping hand. It was cute at foremost and then surprisingly became quite hot. I was dripping before the repast was over and I just wanted to go fuck his Einstein out.

But since he had traveled so far to get the party, I had to encumber myself and take him there instead of his room and of course, let him look on me perform. DE-licious ! I was wild that night in that scene and all the spell sneaking peaks at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

When that tantrum ended I walked straight up to him, ( both of us bare naked, ) put my sleeve 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 political 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 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 distributor point of this story is not what happened in his way. Yea it was swell and maybe my perfect 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 meter. Even though he had already cum twice at the party, I got him to cum quartet more clock time ! Once in my mouth. Once between my boobs. Once inside my pussy. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their power to go back !

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

Now I'm not sure why this response triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making dear with my son. I will never block it. I've never been interested in family sex and I am to this day still surprised how the feel 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 wholly night again. Jim's going to be upset.

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

So with one farseeing lasting sensuous kiss that got me all wet again and very tempted to get it on him one More sentence ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what stipulation I'd find Jim.

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

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four year at this point in time. Sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to fuck countless women. I was felicitous for him. It made it easy for me to screw as many men as I wanted.

But remember how this all started in our first few tarradiddle with Alex ? We got into this new recreational sex life-style 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 affair typed regorge our erotic triggers ... 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 certain Jim felt the like way too.

So ... Over these four years this Hot married woman had acquired a bevy of hot guys. About 20 to be exact. They all served unlike aim. Not all were topical anesthetic. Not all were available for veritable claw ups. But they gave me options. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to come house and line up four dissimilar guys who had left a message on my do motorcar. These kind of sexual options created a severe inequity with me and Jim.

He didn't have a single woman that he could meet with outside the club. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't draw in them. It was all about his ethical standards. In his center, the paradigm of a creepy guy was someone who was married and trying to seduce and escort 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 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 women 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 individual while being married !"

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

Just like that very night ...

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Well I did it again. Got carried away in that outstanding present moment and forgot about Jim. I'm sure many of you will label me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's voiceless managing all those dynamics well. You got ta commemorate I am talking about dry land shaking experiences with new mass. It ain't easy to cope and I just wanted Jim to have that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more empathize with me.

well ... I could tell Jim was mad again. This sort of affair was literally the only thing we argued about. But he was aplomb. He had helped cleanse up the total party while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to return.

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

So we left the hotel a fiddling after 3:00 and at first few words were shared between us during the 40 minute drive rest home. I was flighty. Jim wasn't talking. And the yearner he kept quiet the more guilty I felt. But finally he said ...

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

WHAT IT LOOKS ilk TO OTHERS ? Well that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to excuse. We had covered this footing 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 love and devotion to you. That's as strong as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to cope different devotee. They have feelings too. And during such acute sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their cryptical sexual psychic in my hands. Being careful with it is the most important affair 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 family relationship with a adult female ! You are damage about them. There are plenty of cleaning lady out there that would sleep with 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 form 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 here and now for both of us. Very primary coil in nature and I heard this response flowing out of me in an uncommonly forceful way that seemed like I was just a bystander watching it all go on ...

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

I want her about two inch unretentive than you with brunet wavy pilus, in build, sexy as hell, killer smile, decent boobs and loves sex.

I want her to be really quick getting fix for any use ... immediate than you !

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

I want her to have a very similar background to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and home, and have similar educational activity, like being a teacher and majoring in maths.

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

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

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

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

I want her to be good at golf game and able 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 matter what we do as long as we are together."

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

Fuck ! Where did that ejaculate from ? It was a totally unexpected and unimaginable leaning, 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 calendar week.

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In exactly seven days I met that cleaning lady in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and pursuit in not bad particular. She hit ... every ... ace ... item on that leaning and maybe some other centre desires I neglected to include. She had even had her palm read at a fundraiser company a month prior and was told the man of her pipe dream would soon testify up.

She was also a very public political flesh and one I later realized I had seen often on TV and regularly show 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, scarey and dangerous for her and me. No. It was just a one off experience. I'm not going back !"

fountainhead ... that my acquaintance was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might mean my life would never be quite the Lapp. I needed calendar week to think over over that decision.

Stay tuned !