So encounter along with me.

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

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

Get some lubricating substance and initiate stroking because I'm doing this floor 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 times while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't look at my face or my kitty-cat. appear only at my breasts. See how my nips are so awake ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very minute, they are passing sensitive ! Lean over and put one in your mouth. Make it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when guy rope take the sentence to really sleep with on my bosom. near of you don't understand that when your fountainhead is cradled on a woman's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my nipples, it triggers powerful memories of my babies suckling them. I get an old fellow response just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved breast feeding and would usually stay doing so right up to my baby's power 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 River flowing for some metre after I quit with a fry.

Listen to me. When he or any other guy starts sucking on my nipple, you"go my minor"in that mo. I looooove it ! I get off imagining you are my baby. And if you were the rightfield type of guy that loved being my infant too ... I'd want to put you in napkin and pretend you look like my child during our playtime. Would you like that ? Would you need to be my baby ?

Remember this in casing I ever do gazump up with you.

Sadly, I'm not for sure many guys understand how effective"a man babe"feels to a char like me. Come on over. We can roleplay.

Well I've been playing with my tits while thinking about what to write in this story. It's been unmanageable typewriting. My digit are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is play with these two engorged beaut. 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 stopcock of yours. Oh I want to feel your promontory on my chest. 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 Logos at a clock time. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So look ... I'm swinging the electric chair away from my desk and computer and inching my ass to the boundary of this expensive executive director chair.

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

Gently lick all around my pussy. haste up and go real slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my sally. That's sooo upright. Here, let me tip back and put one foot on the desk and the other on the filing storage locker. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, circularize my buttock and lick my cocksucker. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that feel 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 occlusive ! Ugg holy Irish bull I'm cumming. Fucking rattling ! I always cum voiceless when you do that !

Ok. Stand up. Come here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new stopcock. When I'm in this kinda climate 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 hammer. I love feeling it swell in my rima oris. 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 ideas I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a cock in my mouthpiece ... weirdo fun. I wish I could do more things with your cock in my mouth. Like doing the dishes. Cleaning the firm. Taking a bathtub. With your cock in my back talk, every hoot mundane thing would be so much fun !

Your hammer could be my sexy conciliator. 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 get it on long fat cigars. Tactile oral phallic symbolisation. shit. I never thought of it that way.

See what happens when a lady friend has a peter in her mouth ?

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 sharpness. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell good. I like sucking one ball at a time into my mouth. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my lips are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck real intemperately and pluck one through my humble mouth halo. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to breastfeed a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a stubble. Got ta suck really really gruelling. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be easy. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. fiddling harder. niggling recollective.

Pop ! We did it ! Oh baby. Did that anguish 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 piffling playtime is over."No nutty no fucky."

Oh ... ok. So just loose now. This one might fill a little farseeing. Oh child. Are you crying ?

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

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

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

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this time. I WILL suck 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 backtalk. Wasn't that great ! What ? You can't lecture ?

Now I'm going to clamp my lips down with your testis and sac in my oral fissure and pull out a little bit. Just a fiddling. 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 minuscule farther. Oh baby hold still !

I'm going to yank them a few metre and see if I can get it to adulterate another inch. Isn't this fun !

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

Oh baby. Please stop battle cry !

So ... You want to play sometime ?

Think Asheville baby !

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Sex is fun. Sexual imagination is unhinged fun, always new, always irregular, always hot. It's your vision that makes recreational sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our stories are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to appreciate how erotism can be so healthy for their thinker and soundbox. It keeps them both young ! And just as crucial, it keeps you exercising your right brain in our left hand brain overlook world.

Here's the snap. Post orgasmic letdown can be a bitch for both men and women. Jim and I've talked a bunch about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to read our stuff and nonsense during your"cum let down,"well much of what we've said won't make much 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 rules. lashings of good ole principle that generate its sensation of self righteousness.

Sexual vision ... not so much.

So I'm sitting here contemplating if I want to tell you certain other 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 sexy secrets ? If I do, would you promise not to severalize ?

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

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well here goes. I'm picking up from the end couple stories with weenie and Sharon. I'm going to portion two encounters that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual pervert"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The Night the Little Joe of us Fucked

Every cleaning lady should get a prospect to fuck Frank ! At least once. weenie is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a woman's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, muscular, big custody, big fundament and an unsubstantial, yummy, big fat hammer.

roll in the hay wiener is like sitting in the passenger seat during a Trans-Am race with wienerwurst at the wheel. It's gunna be crazy fast, shivery virtually of the fourth dimension, bouncing all over the station, lots of loud sounds, a sense of no control condition, and every sensation you will take in will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

wiener doesn't just lick or nurse your boobs. He devours them. I'm not sure anyone has ever attacked mine with such muscularity. I'm telling ya young lady ... you ain't had your bosom sucked until weenie gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could anticipate the shots. He fucking scared me. The ferocity of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rapine"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the tone for everything to follow. His mouth was like a vacuum ticker that could deplume almost my entire breast into it. His natural language was as enthusiastic as some athirst dog licking his stadium clean ... and almost as big. His back talk were like my best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with frightful expectation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an full meal between my branch. From inner thigh to inner thigh, every piddling pip experienced his mouth, his tongue and his teeth. Gawd, I'm getting tingle just thinking about it and that was over twenty dollar bill geezerhood ago !

eventide though I felt like I was in the arms of a devil, his compounding of finger's breadth and natural language was masterful. I had clit orgasms and G spot coming and combining of both many times before he ever let his stopcock enter me. He gave me the most rapid serial publication of orgasms I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly scarey.

And then ... that big fat long rooster came dwelling house to the party.

Now I want to stop and inject something. Size does matter ... somewhat ... but generally missy were very leery of guys with big peter at our clubs. Those boys often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not Frank. His cock was so big around it seemed unimaginable it would ever go in, but I guess after he had made me cum so many times, I was stretched out enough to bear a infant ! And I was gushingly lubed.

He put that mushroom cloud capitulum at the entrance of my babe kettle of fish and pushed with a slack stabilise powerful pressure. Gawd it was slow and my all body was screaming for him to bang it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at least once in your biography ... You need to feel your pussy 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 sense with all my nervus finish firing at the Sami fourth dimension.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my cervix with the tip of his retentive tool. 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 uteri, or the X spot, is normally a woman's high orgasmic initiation ? Frank did. It also is the scuttle to the uterus and when properly aroused, that minuscule possibility widens right up and sucking sperm deep into the womb. The uterine cervix is the gateway infant ! ]

During that strand of orgasms, I'm surely my cervical opening was stretched encompassing open and begging for him to directly pump his seed deep into my uterus. That's exactly what he did. I felt it go straight in. Masterfully done !

In that here and now all that I was thinking, all that I wanted, all that I was feeling, was for him to urinate 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 unusual man could do that to me ... making me want zippo more than to hold his baby.

little girl, Frank knew some primal pregnancy secrets 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 following one to be his ! In that particular moment ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me tremble and cry for one like some fundamental woman. And I bet a lot of women would birth felt exactly the same. Sorry hombre, husbands, sire ...

None of you are in Frank's fucking league.

sound crazy huh ? Sounds fucking life-threatening to nearly of you I bet. But wow what a moment in sentence. I'm so happy I got to experience him. Deep down inside he made me find like the most desirable, most beautiful, and nearly intimate adult female in the entire humankind. He changed me from some fiddling girl playing with sex, to a charwoman that would always need sex and would take it whenever and wherever she pleased.

Yup. Thank you hotdog. And this is why I said ... Every cleaning woman should get a hazard to be fucked by such a specimen of a fierce and scary gentle-man.

Ok. Enough typing and reminiscing. Now I've got ta form out a way to clean up this very oily keyboard and drench towels !

Jim ! seed here ! I want you to tell them about your clock time with Sharon that night.

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

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My Fucking history

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

We went out for a dainty dinner party and came back to their house for boozing and infer what happened ? Surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to sort out suite at 9:30 and we didn't end the affaire d'affaire until 4:00am. That's rightfulness, six and a half hr of non full point sex. well, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most throb and somewhat exhausting sexual Nox of my biography.

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

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

Sharon is about 5'9"but feels more like 6 ’. She is a broad potent muscular fair sex and I'd guess easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in trunk as in her personality. She's very confident, very experienced, very smart, very nonrational, and maybe telepathic. It will only convey her a few proceedings with you to have you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to nigh guy including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... cartel her. But ... there was a game auto-changer ... I could tell she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private lover turn toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that purpose.

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

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

So I gave her a bang-up one. A very long one. Actually two great ones, both her body and then her whisker.

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own little mesmeric hair puff, scalp massage affair. My program was to waitress until her whole dead body got worked over really well in an oily massage. And I mean her entire torso, dull, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a clear fingertip touch, sensual erotic style, ( the kind where I was grazing more tomentum than skin ) which led into extended and varied genital fun and with Sharon, that meant unnumbered sexual climax. I can remember giving her oral. Damn what a pussy. There was a masculine tone to it. It was strong and firm and had a bidding to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted great.

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

Before I was ready to stop, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every conceivable post various meter ! It's intemperately to describe it now. I think we both were way into some kind of falsify country where you can't remember the details. It just lasted a foresightful fourth dimension and seemed like such an athletic consequence, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie case embarrassment.

And then the pilus clout began.

Sharon not only has massive knocker, she has long thick luscious semi-curly haircloth all the way down her backbone and covering her stub. It was more fun playing with that hair than any other I have pulled. It simply was exotic and mesmerizing. She orgasmed multiple times by just messing with those beautiful locks. Let me tell ya, causing an coming in a cleaning lady without ever touching her trunk is always the best ! Uniquely the undecomposed. 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 teach me about sensual Light Within tactual sensation and the in effect part in her repertory was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that long haircloth of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both management, both fast and deadening, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing keen minute stings. I don't know how tenacious 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 flabby 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 remember one unassailable thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her mouth ( when at the prison term 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 minutes of that and we went off searching for our other two buff. We were all-encompassing awake !

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

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[ Have you interpret our story # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my favorites and what I'm going to plowshare with you, the game changer of all our nights, will produce much More sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

existence part of sexy scenery at Sharon's weirdo club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect deep inside every charwoman has a desire to be an flasher. For me it's the enormity of it all, the intense attention you feel, the sheer adoration of your torso, and your perceive erotism.

In addition, if there were 60 or more men, most of whom were freehanded, wealthy, business types in the elbow 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 nine ?"

I think it was the ignition. It was so lenient and so focused on us the players, and not the guys, that it caused me to never palpate self conscious ... probably because I could barely see them standing all around the room.

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

No. I think what really made it intense is that we had an audience, a large interview and all standing just a few invertebrate foot away. And, ( and this is a very big"and,") they were all bare and stroking their wonderful cocks. Sounds kind of depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an indescribable satinpod, smasher 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 nighttime I'm into another scene just like other nights except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to match one the most deliciously handsome Danton True Young men I've ever seen. He was much younger, maybe 24 at the most ; a really tardily bloomer and probably a nerd growing up ; had found the nightclub on the web ; and of grade got coaxed to travel all the way from N Carolinas to experience it all. Sharon is irresistible ! ( This guy was only a few eld older than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with person without my knowledge. )

So when we met that afternoon, he naturally was very interested in getting to get laid me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the repast together while holding paw. 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 screw his brains out.

But since he had traveled so far to experience the company, I had to restrain myself and take him there instead of his room and of line, let him learn me perform. DE-licious ! I was wild that dark in that scene and all the while sneaking peaks at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

When that vista ended I walked straight up to him, ( both of us bare naked, ) put my implements of war around his neck 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 time 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 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 point of this narration is not what happened in his way. Yea it was great and maybe my perfective tense scenario. I was clearly helping him develop 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 than times ! Once in my back talk. Once between my dope. Once inside my pussy. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their ability to recover !

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 we laid down together and snuggled.

Now I'm not sure 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 interest 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 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 devotee. I've got to run. Let me bang when you come down here again. I promise I'll be yours for the night !"

So with one tenacious lasting sensuous buss that got me all wet again and very tempted to fuck him one more clock time ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what precondition I'd come up Jim.

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

Jim and I had been in this life style exactly four year at this stage. for sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to have intercourse unnumbered cleaning woman. I was felicitous for him. It made it easy for me to bang as many men as I wanted.

But think how this all started in our kickoff few stories with Alex ? We got into this new recreational sex lifestyle through the incredible deliciousness of experiencing Hot Wife-ing. Jim loved it and I loved it. But because it was"the doorway we went through"on our way into this lifestyle, the Hot Wife thing typed cast our erotic triggers ... much Sir Thomas More than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as much fun as being Jim's Hot wife. I'm moderately for sure Jim felt the same way too.

So ... Over these four year this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot guys. About XX to be exact. They all served different purpose. Not all were topical anesthetic. Not all were usable for regular hook ups. But they gave me options. They were always there in my cognizance, and it wasn't uncommon to come home and retrieve four unlike guys who had left a message on my do machine. These sort of sexual selection created a grave inequity with me and Jim.

He didn't have a single charwoman that he could contact with outside the club. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't attract them. It was all about his ethical standards. In his optic, the paradigm of a creepy guy was someone who was married and trying to seduce and date char. 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 fair sex 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 get married !"

So that was our story for twelvemonth leading up to this dark. 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 outgrowth.

Just like that very dark ...

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

Well ... I could say Jim was mad again. This sorting of thing was literally the only thing we argued about. But he was cool. He had helped houseclean up the total company while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to turn back.

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

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

"Ash, do you have any estimation 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 know what that says to them about our spousal relationship ?"

WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE TO OTHERS ? Well that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to apologize. 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 erotic love and idolatry to you. That's as unassailable as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how unmanageable it is to manage unlike lovers. They have feelings too. And during such acute sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their rich intimate psychic in my hands. Being careful with it is the most important thing to me. I never want to ache you but I just can't always think of you in the moment ! Dammit Jim ! You need a human relationship with a woman ! You are wrong about them. There are plenty of cleaning lady out there that would bonk 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 kind of woman WOULD you consider dating ?"

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

"I would like a adult female two year aged than me. I'm tired of untried woman.

I want her about two inches forgetful than you with brunette wavelike hair's-breadth, in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, sexy as hell, killer smile, gracious boobs and loves sex.

I want her to be really promptly getting ready for any function ... nimble than you !

I want her to be bright and someone who loves to record, way into books, yet is very very athletic.

I want her to have a very similar background to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and family, and have similar training, like being a teacher and majoring in math.

I want her to be well traveled, culturally diverse, and a mixer butterfly in any way wide-cut of people.

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

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 swing a hammer and loves the open air.

I want her to be good at golf and able-bodied to cycle with me.

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

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

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

fucking ! Where did that seed from ? It was a totally unexpected and inconceivable 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 impossible, I discarded it, not thinking about it again all workweek.

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In exactly seven day 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 interests in large detail. She hit ... every ... single ... detail on that list and maybe some other essence desires I neglected to include. She had even had her palm read at a fundraiser political party a month prior and was told the man of her dream would soon show up.

She was also a very populace political figure and one I later realized I had seen often on TV and regularly study 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 distinguish me you ARE going back ! !"

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

wellspring ... that my acquaintance was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might stand for my life would never be quite the same. I needed hebdomad to mull over over that decision.

check tuned !