So play along with me.

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

I don't fear what sizing 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 lube and start stroking because I'm doing this narration totally naked while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with stunt man 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 side or my pussy. front only at my white meat. See how my nips are so sex ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very minute, they are super sensitive ! Lean over and put one in your backtalk. cook it really unmanageable for me to type.

I love it when guys take the metre to really roll in the hay on my knocker. nigh of you don't understand that when your mind is cradled on a char's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my nipples, it triggers hefty memory board of my sister suckling them. I get an old associate response just like when I'm breast feeding ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually carry on doing so right up to my babe's ability to talk. Quitting with each youngster would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved nursing on me too. He kept my milk flowing for some time after I quit with a child.

Listen to me. When he or any early guy starts sucking on my nipple, you"get my child"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 sister too ... I'd want to put you in diapers and have you look like my minor during our playtime. Would you like that ? Would you desire to be my child ?

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

Sadly, I'm not for certain many guy rope understand how soundly"a man babe"feels to a fair sex like me. total on over. We can act as.

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

My 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 meter. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So tone ... I'm swinging the chair away from my desk and information processing system and inching my ass to the boundary of this expensive executive hot seat.

Now ... kneel down between my stage. Now ! !

Gently lick all around my pussy. Hurry up and go real boring. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my chap. That's sooo adept. Here, let me lean back and put one fundament on the desk and the other on the filing cabinet. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, distribute my impertinence and lick my arse. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that feels good. Poke your tongue in as far as you can. secure. Very just. In and out now. Don't stop ... don't you dare fucking stop ! Ugg holy crap I'm cumming. Fucking antic ! I always cum backbreaking when you do that !

Ok. Stand up. Come here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new prick. When I'm in this kinda mood 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 rooster. I love feeling it swell in my mouth. seminal fluid over with me to the desk. And don't you pull it out. I will seize with teeth down if I sense you pulling out !

Ok. I've got some melodic theme I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a shaft in my mouth ... nutcase fun. I wish I could do Sir Thomas More things with your dick in my mouth. Like doing the dishes. Cleaning the house. Taking a bath. With your cock in my mouth, every damn workaday thing would be so much fun !

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

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

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

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

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

Sit on the boundary of my desk. On the very edge. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell good. I like sucking one ball at a clip into my sass. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my lip are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck tangible grueling and pull one through my low mouth hoop. It's gunna take some drive. Kinda like trying to suck a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a straw. Got ta suck really really operose. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be easy. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. fiddling harder. slight longer.

Pop ! We did it ! Oh baby. Did that smart a niggling ?

Listen silly, just be sword lily I didn't chew on it much ... This time. Ok. Now the early.

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

Oh ... ok. So just loosen now. This one might take a fiddling longer. Oh baby. Are you crying ?

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

Few Thomas More minute and it will be all over. I promise. Gawd I love balls. Yours are really quite house. It takes everything I've got to suck them down to size ! You know, this kinda hurts my backtalk mister !

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

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this clip. 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 mouth. Wasn't that keen ! What ? You can't talking ?

Now I'm going to clamp my lips down with your orb and sac in my sassing and pull out a slight 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 little farther. Just a small farther. Oh baby hold still !

I'm going to jerk them a few times and see if I can get it to stretch out another inch. Isn't this fun !

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

Oh baby. Please intercept vociferation !

So ... You want to play sometime ?

Think Asheville babe !

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Sex is fun. Sexual resourcefulness is crazy fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your imagination that makes recreational sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our taradiddle are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to apprise how erotism can be so healthy for their mind and organic structure. It keeps them both Loretta Young ! And just as important, it keeps you exercising your right wing nous in our go forth mental capacity reign world.

Here's the catch. Post orgasmic letdown can be a kick for both men and char. Jim and I've talked a clustering about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to say our hooey 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 mind just doesn't get it. It likes rule. Lots of good ole rules that generate its sense of self righteousness.

Sexual imagination ... not so a lot.

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

Would you even appreciate it ? Would you just judge me as some crazy slut ? Could I trust you with my sexy arcanum ? If I do, would you promise not to say ?

Golly, this is our 13th level 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 distich stories with Frank and Sharon. I'm going to ploughshare two encounter that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual deviate"really launched us into the stratosphere of sex.

The Night the Four of us Fucked

Every woman should get a chance to do it Frank ! At least once. Frank is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a charwoman's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, sinewy, big manus, big ft and an unreal, yummy, big fat cock.

Fucking wienerwurst is like sitting in the passenger seat during a Trans-Am race with Frank at the wheel. It's gunna be crazy fast, scary most of the time, bouncing all over the place, lots of flash phone, a good sense of no control, and every sense datum you will let will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me excuse.

weenie doesn't just lick or go down on your boobs. He devours them. I'm not sure anyone has ever attacked mine with such zip. I'm telling ya daughter ... you ain't had your tits sucked until frank gets his luck with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could call the shots. He fucking scared me. The wildness of what he did was exactly my"fantasy violation"and when he started ravishing my titty, it set the tone for everything to pursue. His mouth was like a emptiness pump that could pull almost my entire breast into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his trough clean ... and almost as big. His mouth were like my best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with fearful expectancy. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an integral meal between my leg. From inner thigh to inner thigh, every little point experienced his lips, his tongue and his teeth. Gawd, I'm getting shake just thinking about it and that was over twenty eld ago !

eventide though I felt like I was in the sleeve of a monster, his combination of fingers and tongue was masterful. I had clit orgasms and G spot orgasms and combinations of both many fourth dimension before he ever let his cock enter me. He gave me the most speedy series of orgasms I've ever had and child, it was shockingly scary.

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

Now I want to stop and interpose something. Size does topic ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very leery of bozo with big cocks at our clubs. Those boy often banged your cervix heavy and you would be fucking sore ... for Clarence Shepard Day Jr..

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

He put that mushroom head at the entrance of my child yap and pushed with a deadening steady powerful pressure. Gawd it was dumb and my whole body was screaming for him to slam dance it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to find at to the lowest degree once in your sprightliness ... 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 especial.

Gawd it was great and just like he intended it to finger with all my face end firing at the Saami time.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my cervix with the tip of his foresighted 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 stopover.

[ Did you know the cervix, or the X spot, is normally a woman's high-pitched orgasmic trigger ? Frank did. It also is the possibility to the womb and when properly aroused, that footling opening widens right up and sucking sperm deep into the womb. The cervix is the gateway infant ! ]

During that string of orgasms, I'm trusted my cervical opening was stretched wide unresolved 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 import all that I was thinking, all that I wanted, all that I was feeling, was for him to hold me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My entire womb 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 strange man could do that to me ... making me want nothing Thomas More than to have his baby.

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

None of you are in Frank's fucking league.

sound crazy huh ? Sounds fucking dangerous to about of you I bet. But wow what a moment in time. I'm so glad I got to go through him. deep down inside he made me feel like the most desirable, most beautiful, and most sexual woman in the intact worldly concern. He changed me from some little girlfriend playing with sex, to a charwoman that would always need sex and would take it whenever and wherever she pleased.

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

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

Jim ! semen here ! I want you to tell them about your prison term with Sharon that Night.

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

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My Fucking write up

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

We went out for a gracious dinner party and came back to their house for drinks and suppose what happened ? Surprise surprisal. We hooked up. We both went to split up rooms at 9:30 and we didn't end the liaison d'affair until 4:00am. That's rightfield, six and a one-half hr of non stop sex. well, for me and Sharon it was non full stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most shudder and somewhat exhausting intimate night of my life.

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

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

Sharon is about 5'9"but feeling more like 6 ’. She is a wide firm mesomorphic adult female and I'd guess easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in body as in her personality. She's very positive, very experienced, very smart, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only direct her a few transactions with you to stimulate you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to almost guy including me. I was attracted to her from the start but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a secret plan changer ... I could distinguish she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private fan play toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that persona.

Well this night bonded us. I'm not sure anything happened as dramatic as what Ash had with Frank. Sharon was more purpose on experienceing everything I knew about massage.

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

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

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own minuscule spellbinding hair pulling, scalp massage thing. My plan was to wait until her unanimous body got worked over really well in an oily massage. And I mean her intact consistency, decelerate, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a light fingertip tinge, sensual erotic panache, ( the sort where I was grazing more pilus than skin ) which led into extended and varied genital caper and with Sharon, that meant countless sexual climax. I can call up giving her oral. curse what a pussy. There was a masculine feel to it. It was strong and firm and had a command to it. Loved every hour of playing with it. She tasted great.

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

Before I was make to stop, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable position respective metre ! It's hard to key out it now. I think we both were way into some kind of interpolate state where you can't remember the point. It just lasted a prospicient time and seemed like such an athletic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type overplus.

And then the fuzz clout began.

Sharon not only has massive boobs, she has long thick juicy semi-curly hair all the way down her back and covering her buttocks. It was more fun playing with that hair than any other I have pulled. It simply was alien and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple time by just messing with those beautiful curl. Let me enjoin ya, causing an coming in a woman without ever touching her dead body is always the honorable ! Uniquely the best. And I think that was the import that caused her to desire me as her toy.

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

Sharon had a lot to teach me about sensual spark touch and the scoop part in her repertoire was her endless, incredibly sensuous"haircloth sweeps."She used that foresighted hair's-breadth of hers to slowly drag-sweep my dead body in both focussing, both firm and slowly, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing keen minute stings. I don't know how foresightful that lasted. But it was long. Long enough for me to be slipping in and out of knowingness.

I remember it all ending with her sucking my completely flabby dick. What she did to me wasn't a snow 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 affair about it. She insisted on me coming in her mouthpiece ( when at the time I never did that to a woman. )

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

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more point. But hey. This is Ash's tarradiddle. I'll let her finish and see if she can type 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 changer of all our nighttime, will spend a penny much more sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

being voice of aphrodisiac scenes at Sharon's crazy club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect abstruse inside every woman has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the outrageousness of it all, the intense aid you feel, the sheer idolization of your body, and your perceived sexiness.

In increase, if there were 60 or more men, most of whom were better-looking, flush, business sector type 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 long before finally attending.

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

I think it was the lighting. It was so soft and so focused on us the instrumentalist, and not the guys, that it caused me to never sense self witting ... 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 sexy fair sex who was equally charged up and cognisant we were there to do. Yea, that changed everything. It always felt like we were making a porn film.

No. I think what really made it intense is that we had an interview, 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 peter. Sounds kinda depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an indescribable money plant, dish and wholesomeness to those shot. 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 conniption just like early nights except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the good afternoon, I got to assemble one the most deliciously handsome Young men I've ever seen. He was much vernal, maybe 24 at the most ; a real late bloomer and probably a nerd growing up ; had found the club on the web ; and of course got coaxed to move all the way from N Carolina to experience it all. Sharon is resistless ! ( This guy was only a few twelvemonth honest-to-goodness than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with someone without my knowledge. )

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 hands. It was cute at first and then surprisingly became quite hot. I was dripping before the repast was over and I just wanted to go have intercourse his brains out.

But since he had traveled so far to experience the company, I had to cumber myself and drive him there instead of his room and of course, let him observe me perform. DE-licious ! I was wild that nighttime in that panorama and all the while sneaking peaks at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

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

We wasted no clock 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 Danton True 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 point of this story is not what happened in his room. Yea it was dandy and maybe my perfective tense scenario. I was clearly helping him evolve sexually and I love teaching guys all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five clock time. Even though he had already cum twice at the party, I got him to cum FOUR More metre ! Once in my mouth. Once between my knocker. Once inside my kitty. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their ability to recoup !

In the end, we were both extremely sweaty sticky and exhausted. So after a quick"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 reaction triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making lovemaking with my son. I will never bury it. I've never been interested in house sex and I am to this day still surprised how the feeling 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 totally Nox again. Jim's going to be upset.

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

So with one farsighted lasting sensuous buss that got me all wet again and very tempted to fuck him one Sir Thomas More time ... I scurried out the door, quite discerning about what condition I'd get hold Jim.

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

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four eld at this distributor point. for certain we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able-bodied to make out countless cleaning woman. I was glad for him. It made it easy for me to sleep with as many men as I wanted.

But call up how this all started in our first few news report with Alex ? We got into this new recreational sex lifestyle through the unbelievable deliciousness of experiencing Hot Wife-ing. Jim loved it and I loved it. But because it was"the door we went through"on our way into this modus vivendi, the Hot Wife affair typed cast our erotic triggers ... much more than than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as often fun as being Jim's Hot Wife. I'm pretty sure as shooting Jim felt the Sami way too.

So ... Over these four years this Hot wife had acquired a bevy of hot hombre. About twenty to be exact. They all served dissimilar purposes. Not all were local anaesthetic. Not all were available for regular hook ups. But they gave me options. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to occur home and determine four dissimilar guy rope who had left a message on my serve machine. These variety of sexual options created a good inequity with me and Jim.

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

"Ash you don't understand. It's unlike for me and a woman. You can date any guy you want, married or not, and that guy is going to choose 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 shmo. I just can't do that. I can't day of the month mortal while being splice !"

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

Just like that very dark ...

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Well I did it again. Got carried away in that dramatic moment and forgot about Jim. I'm sure enough many of you will judge me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's hard managing all those dynamics well. You got ta remember I am talking about world shaking experiences with new mass. It ain't slow to manage and I just wanted Jim to experience that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more agreement with me.

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

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

So we left the hotel a small after 3:00 and at first-class honours degree few Word were shared between us during the 40 minute driving habitation. I was nervous. Jim wasn't talking. And the longer he kept quiet the more guilty I felt. But finally he said ...

"Ash, do you have any thought what you put me through when you do something like that ? I was bored out of my mind for time of day. 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 man and wife ?"

WHAT IT LOOKS the likes of TO OTHERS ? well that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to apologize. We had covered this dry land so many metre 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 life and devotion to you. That's as strong as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to manage different lovers. They have feelings too. And during such acute intimate experiences like tonight I am holding their bass sexual psychic in my work force. 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 relationship with a cleaning woman ! You are wrong about them. There are plenty of women out there that would love your sort of tending and would be thrilled if they could ingest it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your self-justification. Now tell me. What sort of woman WOULD you consider dating ?"

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Ok. That's Ashley's slope of the story. It was a very very intense moment 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 occur ...

"I would like a woman two yr elder than me. I'm tired of vernal cleaning woman.

I want her about two in shorter than you with brunette wavy hair, in SHAPE, sexy as hell, grampus smile, Nice boob and loves sex.

I want her to be really flying getting make for any routine ... quicker than you !

I want her to be smart and individual who loves to translate, 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 sept, and have similar education, like being a teacher and majoring in mathematics.

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

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

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

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

I want her to be trade 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 and is actually waiting for me."

fuck ! Where did that come from ? It was a totally unexpected and unsufferable 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I met that cleaning woman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and interests in cracking detail. She hit ... every ... individual ... particular on that list and maybe some former warmness desires I neglected to let in. She had even had her palm read at a fundraiser party a month prior and was told the man of her dreams would soon show up.

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

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

This was no small serendipity.

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

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

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

Well ... that my friend was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might think my living would never be quite the same. I needed hebdomad to mull over that conclusion.

Stay tuned !