So play along with me.

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

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

Get some lube and start stroke because I'm doing this taradiddle totally naked while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with three-fold 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 pussy. face only at my bosom. See how my piquance are so awaken ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na try them ? At this very minute, they are super sensitive ! leaning over and put one in your back talk. Make it really unmanageable for me to type.

I love it when guys take the time to really love on my breasts. Most of you don't understand that when your fountainhead is cradled on a woman's chest of drawers like mine, and you are sucking on my teat, it triggers powerful memories of my babies suckling them. I get an old fellow reception just like when I'm breast feeding ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually keep 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 breast feeding on me too. He kept my milk flowing for some time after I quit with a child.

Listen to me. When he or any other guy starts sucking on my nipple, you"get my youngster"in that moment. I looooove it ! I get off imagining you are my baby. And if you were the right type of guy that loved being my infant too ... I'd want to put you in diaper and pee-pee you look like my child during our playday. Would you like that ? Would you want to be my baby ?

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

Sadly, I'm not sure many guy wire understand how undecomposed"a man child"feels to a char like me. Come on over. We can play.

fountainhead I've been playing with my tits while thinking about what to write in this story. It's been difficult typing. My fingers are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is run with these two engorged beauties. Oh gawd this is skilful. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are veracious here suckling them while stroking that beautiful peter of yours. Oh I want to experience your headland on my breast. hoot. 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 parole at a metre. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So looking ... I'm swinging the chairman away from my desk and computer and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive executive chairman.

Now ... kneel down between my pegleg. Now ! !

Gently lick all around my pussy. Hurry up and go real slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my shot. That's sooo full. Here, let me tend back and put one animal foot on the desk and the other on the filing locker. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, broadcast my buttock and salt lick my mother fucker. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that feels good. Poke your tongue in as far as you can. Good. Very trade good. In and out now. Don't stop ... don't you dare fucking closure ! Ugg sanctum dirt I'm cumming. Fucking tremendous ! I always cum hard when you do that !

Ok. viewpoint up. Come here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new cock. When I'm in this kinda mood I DO NOT desire Jim's cock. 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 rima oris. ejaculate 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 stopcock in my mouth ... looney fun. I wish I could do more things with your rooster in my mouth. Like doing the dishes. Cleaning the firm. Taking a bath. With your cock in my mouth, every red cent routine thing would be so a great deal fun !

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

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

See what happens when a girl has a hammer 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 bound. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell good. I like sucking one formal at a clip into my mouth. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my lips are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck real intemperate and root for one through my small mouth gang. It's gunna take some try. Kinda like trying to suck a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a stalk. Got ta suck really really knockout. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be well-situated. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. Little harder. footling yearner.

Pop ! We did it ! Oh baby. Did that injure a fiddling ?

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

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

Oh ... ok. So just relax now. This one might study a little longer. Oh baby. Are you crying ?

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

Few Sir Thomas More minutes 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 size ! You know, this kinda hurts my rim mister !

Ok. Here we go ... almost there. A little harder. More. to a greater extent ! Oh my mouth is tired. Got ta repose.

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this meter. I WILL breastfeed it down to sizing. A little more. Harder. Harder. As laborious as I can ! Almost there ... Pop ! Wow. I've got ‘ em both in my sass. Wasn't that great ! What ? You can't talk ?

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

I'm going to flick them a few times 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 cease crying !

So ... You want to make for sometime ?

Think Asheville baby !

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Sex is fun. Sexual imagination is crazy fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your imaging that makes recreational sex possible. And unpaid 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 consistency. It keeps them both Whitney Young ! And just as important, it keeps you exercising your right encephalon in our entrust mastermind dominate world.

Here's the snap. post orgasmic letdown can be a bitch for both men and womanhood. Jim and I've talked a gang about that throughout this serial publication. 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 sense and most of what we've done will appear lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left mental capacity just doesn't get it. It likes rule. plenty of good ole formula that generate its sense of self righteousness.

Sexual imaging ... not so very much.

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

Would you even apprise it ? Would you just approximate me as some crazy strumpet ? Could I trust you with my aphrodisiacal secrets ? If I do, would you call not to secern ?

Golly, this is our thirteenth story and we've barely begun. There's so much more. Ok. Let's see if you"can do by 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 concluding span account with hot dog and Sharon. I'm going to share two clash that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual deviate"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The Nox the 4 of us Fucked

Every woman should get a opportunity to bonk weenie ! At least once. Frank is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a fair sex's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, muscular, big hands, big fundament and an unreal, yummy, big fat prick.

Fucking Frank is like sitting in the passenger can during a Trans-Am race with weenie at the cycle. It's gunna be gaga fast, scary well-nigh of the fourth dimension, bouncing all over the place, lots of brassy sounds, a sense of no command, and every sensation you will deliver will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

Frank doesn't just lick or suck your boobs. He devours them. I'm not sure as shooting anyone has ever attacked mine with such vigour. I'm telling ya lady friend ... you ain't had your boob sucked until Frank gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could call the shots. He fucking scared me. The ferocity of what he did was exactly my"fantasy colza"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the look for everything to follow. His mouth was like a vacuum pump that could tear almost my entire boob into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his bowling ball clean and jerk ... and almost as big. His lips were like my expert vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with fearsome anticipation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an entire repast between my wooden leg. From inside thigh to inner thigh, every picayune spotlight experienced his lips, his natural language and his teeth. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over twenty eld ago !

Even though I felt like I was in the arms of a teras, his combining of fingers and spit was masterful. I had clit orgasms and G spot orgasms and combining of both many times before he ever let his turncock enter me. He gave me the most rapid serial of climax I've ever had and child, it was shockingly shivery.

And then ... that big fat foresightful cock came abode to the party.

Now I want to stop and interpose something. Size does matter ... somewhat ... but generally young woman were very suspicious of guys with big cocks at our golf-club. Those male child often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not Frank. His prick was so big around it seemed unacceptable it would ever go in, but I guess after he had made me cum so many fourth dimension, I was stretched out enough to have a baby ! And I was gushingly lubed.

He put that mushroom brain at the entrance of my sister gob and pushed with a dull stabilize powerful pressure. Gawd it was slow and my whole body was screaming for him to bang it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at to the lowest degree once in your life ... You need to feel your pussy stuffed to its ABSOLUTE MAX ... while you are primed to your HIGHEST titillating state. It's both of them together that makes this so particular.

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

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

[ Did you know the cervix, or the X spot, is normally a woman's highest orgasmic initiation ? Frank did. It also is the possible action to the uterus and when properly aroused, that little gap widens right up and sucks sperm deep into the womb. The cervix uteri is the gateway sister ! ]

During that bowed stringed instrument of orgasms, I'm sure as shooting my cervical opening was stretched panoptic 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 make water me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My entire womb was on flame 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 strange man could do that to me ... making me desire nothing more than to induce his baby.

lady friend, wienerwurst knew some primal pregnancy secrets that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired century of babies cuz I fucking wanted my next one to be his ! In that special moment ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me shiver and cry for one like some cardinal woman. And I bet a lot of women would deliver felt exactly the same. Sorry guys, hubby, don ...

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

strait gaga huh ? Sounds fucking unsafe to nigh of you I bet. But wow what a moment in metre. I'm so glad I got to experience him. deep down inside he made me finger like the most desirable, most beautiful, and most sexual woman in the total world. He changed me from some small lady friend playing with sex, to a woman that would always require sex and would take it whenever and wherever she please.

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

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

Jim ! Come here ! I want you to evidence them about your meter with Sharon that nighttime.

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

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My fuck Story

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

We went out for a nice dinner and came back to their planetary house for drinkable and guess what happened ? Surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to separate rooms at 9:30 and we didn't end the affaire d'involvement until 4:00am. That's right, six and a one-half time of day of non stop sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most throb and somewhat exhausting sexual night of my life history.

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

Sharon is a masterful lover and I too think every man should get his prospect with her. Let me name this gentlewoman.

Sharon is about 5'9"but feels more like 6 ’. She is a unsubtle impregnable hefty charwoman and I'd guess easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in eubstance as in her personality. She's very confident, very feel, very smart, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only take her a few minutes with you to have you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to near cat including me. I was attracted to her from the showtime but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a biz record changer ... I could state she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private fan drama toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that use.

well this night bonded us. I'm not for certain anything happened as striking as what Ash had with frankfurter. Sharon was more intent on experienceing everything I knew about massage.

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

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

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own little soporific hair's-breadth pull, scalp massage thing. My plan was to wait until her unhurt body got worked over really well in an unctuous massage. And I mean her entire organic structure, tiresome, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a illumine fingertip trace, sensual erotic style, ( the sort where I was grazing to a greater extent hair than skin ) which led into extended and varied venereal child's play and with Sharon, that meant countless orgasm. I can think back giving her oral examination. Damn what a pussy. There was a masculine feel to it. It was stiff and firm and had a command to it. Loved every mo of playing with it. She tasted great.

When I sucked on her clit and she would rebel off the bed, it made me feel 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 imaginable position several times ! It's severe to line it now. I think we both were way into some kind of altered United States Department of State where you can't remember the details. It just lasted a long time and seemed like such an acrobatic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type embarrassment.

And then the hair's-breadth pull began.

Sharon not only has massive bosom, she has long thick scrumptious semi-curly hair all the way down her book binding and covering her butt. It was more fun playing with that hair than any other I have pulled. It simply was exotic and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple clip by just messing with those beautiful whorl. Let me tell ya, causing an coming in a charwoman without ever touching her torso is always the best ! Uniquely the secure. And I think that was the minute that caused her to require me as her toy.

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

Sharon had a lot to learn me about sensual light touch and the best percentage in her repertory was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that long hair of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both way, both truehearted and dull, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing recherche minute stings. I don't make love how yearn that lasted. But it was long. Long enough for me to be slipping in and out of awareness.

I remember it all ending with her sucking my completely soft shaft. 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 strong thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her lip ( when at the time I never did that to a charwoman. )

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't perpetrate away when I told her to and that made the chroma 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 hour of that and we went off searching for our other two lovers. We were extensive awake !

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more details. But hey. This is Ash's story. I'll let her finish and see if she can typewrite 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 favorites and what I'm going to share with you, the game modifier of all our nights, will make much more sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

Being share of sexy aspect at Sharon's crazy baseball club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect deep inside every fair sex has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the outrageousness of it all, the intense tending you feel, the sheer idolization of your body, and your perceived eroticism.

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

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

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

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

No. I think what really made it intense is that we had an consultation, a expectant hearing and all standing just a few substructure away. And, ( and this is a very big"and,") they were all naked and stroking their wonderful stopcock. Sounds kinda depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an ineffable Lunaria annua, beauty and wholesomeness to those panorama. 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 meet one the most deliciously handsome untried men I've ever seen. He was much unseasoned, maybe 24 at the most ; a material previous foul-up and probably a dweeb growing up ; had found the club on the web ; and of course got wheedle to travel all the way from N Carolinas to experience it all. Sharon is resistless ! ( This guy was only a few twelvemonth onetime than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with somebody without my noesis. )

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

But since he had traveled so far to see the party, I had to restrain myself and claim him there instead of his way and of course, let him watch me perform. DE-licious ! I was rampantly that night in that scene and all the while sneaking eyeshade 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 implements of war 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 way !"

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

"Jim darling ... I've set Ashley up with this youthful 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 way. Is that ok ?"

Sometimes I really really loved Sharon ! ! !

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The distributor point of this news report is not what happened in his room. Yea it was majuscule and maybe my perfective tense 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 sentence. Even though he had already cum twice at the party, I got him to cum FOUR Sir Thomas More sentence ! Once in my rima oris. Once between my boobs. 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 spry"I'll soap you up and you can lather me up"shower we laid down together and snuggled.

Now I'm not certainly why this response triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making making love with my son. I will never forget it. I've never been interest in category sex and I am to this day still surprised how the intuitive feeling of incest made the sex so goddamned intense with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

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

So I said ..."Sorry my devotee. I've got to run. Let me do it when you come down here again. I promise I'll be yours for the dark !"

So with one foresightful lasting sensuous buss that got me all wet again and very tempted to have it away him one to a greater extent time ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what term I'd find Jim.

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

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four years at this point. indisputable we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to fuck myriad women. I was happy for him. It made it easy for me to roll in the hay as many men as I wanted.

But remember how this all started in our first few stories with Alex ? We got into this new unpaid sex modus vivendi 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 cast our titillating gun trigger ... much more than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as a good deal fun as being Jim's Hot wife. I'm pretty sure Jim felt the Sami way too.

So ... Over these four years this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot guy. About 20 to be take. They all served different function. Not all were topical anaesthetic. Not all were useable for regular hooking ups. But they gave me options. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to come nursing home and find four unlike guys who had left a content on my respondent machine. These kind of intimate pick created a sober inequity with me and Jim.

He didn't have a bingle cleaning lady that he could play with outside the gild. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't draw in them. It was all about his honorable standard. In his middle, the epitome of a creepy guy was soul who was married and trying to make and date 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 day of the month 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 woman are dissimilar. 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 narrative for years leading up to this night. It became very frustrating to me because I felt Jim might never quite interpret how it all felt to me, being swept up by some guy, and then so easily overlooking him in the process.

Just like that very night ...

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Well I did it again. Got carried away in that spectacular moment and forgot about Jim. I'm sure as shooting many of you will judge me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's intemperate managing all those dynamics well. You got ta remember I am talking about earthly concern shaking experiences with new people. It ain't tardily to finagle and I just wanted Jim to experience that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more understanding with me.

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

( No one knew the elbow room identification number we went to. And even if Jim did, it wasn't his mode to hail yank me out of the sleeve 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 house. I was nervous. Jim wasn't talking. And the thirster he kept quiet the more guilty I felt. But finally he said ...

"Ash, do you have any idea what you put me through when you do something like that ? I was bored out of my mind for hours. 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 union ?"

WHAT IT LOOKS the like TO OTHERS ? fountainhead that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to apologize. We had covered this primer 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 firm as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to manage different lover. They have touch sensation too. And during such intense intimate experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest intimate psychic in my hired hand. Being careful with it is the most important thing to me. I never want to smart you but I just can't always think of you in the moment ! Dammit Jim ! You need a family relationship with a fair sex ! You are wrong about them. There are wad of women out there that would love your kind of attention and would be thrilled if they could have it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your excuses. Now tell me. What sort of charwoman WOULD you consider dating ?"

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

"I would like a woman two eld onetime than me. I'm tired of new women.

I want her about two column inch shorter than you with brunette wavy hair's-breadth, in physical body, sexy as hell on earth, killer whale grin, nice boobs and loves sex.

I want her to be really straightaway getting ready for any function ... immediate than you !

I want her to be smart and person who loves to read, way into books, yet is very very gymnastic.

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

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

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

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

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

I want her to be in force at golf and able to bike 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 bear witness up in her biography and is actually waiting for me."

Fuck ! Where did that come 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 week.

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In exactly seven days I met that woman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our setting and interests in heavy particular. She hit ... every ... single ... item on that inclination and maybe some early eye desires I neglected to include. She had even had her medal read at a fundraiser party a month prior and was told the man of her aspiration 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 study about in the report.

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

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 apart 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 !"

wellspring ... that my admirer was the quandary I now faced. I knew going back might stand for my life would never be quite the Saame. I needed weeks to mull over that decision.

Stay tuned !