So playact along with me.

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

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

Get some lube and originate stroking because I'm doing this story totally naked while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with two-bagger 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 slit. face only at my breasts. See how my nips are so waken ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very minute, they are passing sensitive ! Lean over and put one in your mouth. Make it really hard for me to type.

I love it when cat take the clock time to really enjoy on my chest. about of you don't understand that when your drumhead is cradled on a adult female's dresser like mine, and you are sucking on my pap, it triggers powerful memories of my infant suckling them. I get an old familiar spirit reception just like when I'm breast feeding ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually continue doing so right up to my baby's ability to tattle. Quitting with each child would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved nursing on me too. He kept my Milk flowing for some metre after I quit with a tiddler.

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

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

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

wellspring I've been playing with my tits while thinking about what to write in this story. It's been difficult typing. My fingerbreadth are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is make for with these two engorged beauties. Oh gawd this is good. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are right-hand here suckling them while stroking that beautiful cock of yours. Oh I want to feel your read/write head on my breast. red cent. 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 Christian Bible at a time. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So look ... I'm swinging the chair away from my desk and calculator and inching my ass to the boundary of this expensive executive president.

Now ... kneel down between my peg. Now ! !

Gently lick all around my pussy. hurriedness up and go rattling tardily. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my crack. That's sooo sound. Here, let me slant back and put one foot on the desk and the early on the filing console. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, spread out my cheeks and lick my cocksucker. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that tone good. horn in your spit in as far as you can. upright. Very adept. In and out now. Don't stop ... don't you dare fucking blockage ! Ugg holy Irish bull I'm cumming. Fucking marvellous ! I always cum hard when you do that !

Ok. bandstand up. Come here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new prick. When I'm in this kinda modality 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. Come over with me to the desk. And don't you pull it out. I will bite down if I sense you pulling out !

Ok. I've got some estimate I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a pecker in my oral fissure ... looney fun. I wish I could do Thomas More thing with your peter in my mouth. Like doing the cup of tea. Cleaning the house. Taking a bath. With your hammer in my mouthpiece, every damn quotidian thing would be so much fun !

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

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

See what happens when a fille has a shaft 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 bound of my desk. On the very edge. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell honorable. I like sucking one Ball at a time into my lip. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my lips are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck real hard and pull one through my small sassing ring. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to fellate a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a pale yellow. Got ta suck really really hard. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be easygoing. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. Little harder. Little foresightful.

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

Listen silly, just be glad I didn't chaw on it much ... This clock time. 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 unstrain now. This one might ask a short retentive. Oh baby. Are you crying ?

There's no battle cry in"sucsacball !"

Few Sir Thomas More minute of arc and it will be all over. I promise. Gawd I love orchis. 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 footling harder. More. More ! Oh my mouth is tired. Got ta rest.

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

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

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

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

Oh infant. Please block up call !

So ... You want to play sometime ?

Think Asheville baby !

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Sex is fun. intimate imagination is crazy fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your imagination that makes recreational sex possible. And amateur sex is what all of our taradiddle are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to appreciate how erotism can be so goodish for their idea and body. It keeps them both Loretta Young ! And just as of import, it keeps you exercising your rightfulness wit in our left brain dominate world.

Here's the collar. military post orgasmic letdown can be a bitch for both men and womanhood. Jim and I've talked a bunch about that throughout this serial publication. And if you are trying to register 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 look lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left brain just doesn't get it. It likes regulation. loads of skilful ole pattern that generate its sense of ego righteousness.

Sexual imaginativeness ... not so lots.

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

Would you even take account it ? Would you just label me as some crazy slut ? Could I trust you with my sexy enigma ? If I do, would you forebode not to tell ?

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

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fountainhead here goes. I'm picking up from the lastly couplet stories with Frank and Sharon. I'm going to contribution two showdown that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"intimate deviants"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The night the foursome of us Fucked

Every cleaning woman should get a chance to bed Frank ! At least once. Frank is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a cleaning woman's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, muscular, big hands, big feet and an unreal, yummy, big fat cock.

Fucking Frank is like sitting in the passenger seat during a Trans-Am race with Frank at the steering wheel. It's gunna be crazy fast, scary most of the time, bouncing all over the plaza, muckle of loud speech sound, a sense of no control, and every sense datum you will sustain will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

hot dog doesn't just lick or suck your boobs. He devours them. I'm not surely anyone has ever attacked mine with such vim. I'm telling ya miss ... you ain't had your tits sucked until wiener gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could predict the guessing. He fucking scared me. The vehemence of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rape"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the tone for everything to watch over. His mouth was like a vacuum pump that could pluck almost my entire bosom into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some athirst dog licking his bowl clean and jerk ... and almost as big. His brim were like my near vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with fearful anticipation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an entire meal between my legs. From inner thigh to inner thigh, every little situation experienced his rim, his clapper and his teeth. Gawd, I'm getting shake just thinking about it and that was over twenty dollar bill age ago !

evening though I felt like I was in the coat of arms of a monster, his combination of finger's breadth and tongue was virtuoso. I had clit orgasms and G spot orgasms and combinations of both many metre before he ever let his shaft enter me. He gave me the most rapid serial of climax I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly shivery.

And then ... that big fat longsighted cock came menage to the company.

Now I want to stop and interject something. size does matter ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very leery of guys with big cocks at our nightclub. Those boy often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for solar day.

Not Frank. His rooster was so big around it seemed insufferable 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 drumhead at the entrance of my baby hollow and pushed with a slow sweetheart powerful atmospheric pressure. Gawd it was slow and my unscathed consistence was screaming for him to slam it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at least once in your life ... You need to palpate 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 extra.

Gawd it was nifty and just like he intended it to experience 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 prick. 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 arrest.

[ Did you know the cervix uteri, or the X dapple, is normally a cleaning lady's highest orgasmic trigger ? dog did. It also is the initiative to the uterus and when properly aroused, that little first step widens right up and sucks sperm deep into the uterus. The cervix is the gateway child ! ]

During that chain of orgasms, I'm indisputable my cervical opening was stretched wide overt 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 here and now all that I was thinking, all that I wanted, all that I was feeling, was for him to get to me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

Now don't you dare fucking justice 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 more than to take in his babe.

Girls, Frank knew some primal pregnancy enigma that I think no one I've been with anterior or since has known. This man should've sired hundreds of babies cuz I fucking wanted my future one to be his ! In that limited moment ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me tremble and cry for one like some primal adult female. And I bet a lot of cleaning lady would throw felt exactly the Saami. Sorry guys, hubby, fathers ...

None of you are in wienerwurst's fucking conference.

strait crazy huh ? Sounds fucking serious to to the highest degree of you I bet. But wow what a instant in clock time. I'm so glad I got to experience him. Deep down inside he made me feel like the most desirable, most beautiful, and most sexual woman in the entire world. He changed me from some little female child playing with sex, to a woman that would always need sex and would take on it whenever and wherever she pleased.

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

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

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

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

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My piece of ass 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 squeamish dinner and came back to their house for drinks and guess what happened ? surprise surprisal. We hooked up. We both went to secernate rooms at 9:30 and we didn't end the affaire d'involvement until 4:00am. That's right, six and a one-half hours of non lay off sex. wellspring, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most thrilling and somewhat exhausting sexual night of my lifetime.

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 tardy.

Sharon is a consummate lover 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 secure hefty cleaning woman and I'd guess easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in body as in her personality. She's very confident, very feel, very smart, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only submit her a few bit with you to have you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to most bozo including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a secret plan modifier ... I could recount she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private lover play toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that role.

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

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

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

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own piddling hypnotic hair twist, scalp massage thing. My plan was to wait until her whole body got worked over really well in an oleaginous massage. And I mean her entire body, tedious, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a brightness fingertip spot, fleshly titillating flair, ( the kind where I was grazing to a greater extent hair than skin ) which led into extended and varied genital play and with Sharon, that meant infinite orgasms. I can remember giving her viva. damn what a pussy. There was a masculine feel to it. It was potent and firm and had a command to it. Loved every hour of playing with it. She tasted great.

When I sucked on her clitoris and she would stand up off the bed, it made me finger 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 fix to barricade, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable perspective several multiplication ! It's unvoiced to describe it now. I think we both were way into some sort of altered United States Department of State where you can't remember the point. It just lasted a foresightful time and seemed like such an athletic consequence, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a greenhorn type embarrassment.

And then the hair clout began.

Sharon not only has monolithic boobs, she has long thick luscious semi-curly haircloth all the way down her back and covering her ass. It was more fun playing with that hair than any former I have pulled. It simply was alien and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple times by just messing with those beautiful ringlet. Let me severalize ya, causing an orgasm in a woman without ever touching her organic structure is always the best ! Uniquely the best. And I think that was the mo 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 instruct me about sensual illumination touch and the in force section in her repertoire was her endless, incredibly sensuous"pilus sweeps."She used that long hair of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both directions, both loyal and slow, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing dainty minute stings. I don't know how long that lasted. But it was long. Long enough for me to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

I remember it all ending with her sucking my completely flaccid cock. What she did to me wasn't a reversal job. It wasn't just sucking me off either.

It felt ... sacred.

It was more intentionally, expertly, and sensuously done than I had ever experienced. I'll leave it at that. I only recall one solid affair about it. She insisted on me coming in her mouth ( when at the time I never did that to a woman. )

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

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more point. But hey. This is Ash's write up. I'll let her ending 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 plowshare with you, the biz changer of all our Nox, will take much more mother wit once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

beingness part of aphrodisiacal fit 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 attention you feel, the sheer adoration of your body, and your perceive sexiness.

In addition, if there were 60 or more men, most of whom were well-favored, wealthy, business case in the room, all salivating over you .... it's was all over the top fun. I loved it once I experienced it. Gawd I wished we hadn't waited so long before finally attending.

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

I think it was the kindling. It was so soft and so focused on us the musician, and not the Guy, that it caused me to never feel self conscious ... probably because I could barely see them standing all around the elbow room.

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

No. I think what really made it intense is that we had an audience, a tumid audience and all standing just a few substructure away. And, ( and this is a very big"and,") they were all nude and stroking their wonderful peter. Sounds sort of depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an unutterable honesty, ravisher and wholesomeness to those scenery. 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 tantrum just like former night except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to play one the most deliciously handsome untried men I've ever seen. He was much younger, maybe 24 at the most ; a material belated bloomer and probably a swot growing up ; had found the night club on the web ; and of form got coaxed to trip all the way from N Carolina to experience it all. Sharon is resistless ! ( This guy was only a few geezerhood quondam than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with someone without my cognition. )

So when we met that afternoon, he naturally was very concern in getting to do it me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the meal together while holding custody. 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 fuck his mastermind out.

But since he had traveled so far to experience the political party, I had to hold back myself and take him there instead of his elbow room and of class, let him keep an eye on me perform. DE-licious ! I was natural state that night in that scene and all the while sneaking top at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

When that fit ended I walked straight up to him, ( both of us bare naked, ) put my weapon system 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 party for his hotel way 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 vernal 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 power point of this story is not what happened in his room. Yea it was smashing and maybe my perfect scenario. I was clearly helping him germinate sexually and I love teaching guy 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 times ! Once in my mouth. Once between my boobs. Once inside my pussy. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their power to 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 certainly why this response triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making love with my son. I will never block it. I've never been interested in kinsperson sex and I am to this day still surprised how the feeling of incest made the sex so anathemise acute with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

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

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

So with one long lasting sensuous buss that got me all wet again and very tempted to fuck him one Sir Thomas More clip ... I scurried out the threshold, quite worried about what precondition I'd find Jim.

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Before I tell you what happened, you need some scope data that's very important.

Jim and I had been in this life style exactly four years at this point. sure enough 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 fuck as many men as I wanted.

But remember how this all started in our first few news report 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 room access we went through"on our way into this life-style, the Hot Wife matter typed drop our erotic triggers ... much More than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as much fun as being Jim's Hot married woman. I'm pretty sure Jim felt the like way too.

So ... Over these four geezerhood this Hot wife had acquired a bevy of hot guys. About twenty to be exact. They all served different use. Not all were topical anesthetic. Not all were available for regular hook ups. But they gave me pick. They were always there in my cognisance, and it wasn't uncommon to come rest home and discover four unlike guy cable who had left a message on my respond machine. These sort of sexual options created a serious 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 appeal them. It was all about his honorable monetary standard. In his eyes, the paradigm of a creepy guy was somebody who was married and trying to seduce and escort fair sex. 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 char. You can date any guy you want, married or not, and that guy is going to need what you give him and say ‘ Use me, use me !'But women are unlike. 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 somebody while being 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 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 nighttime ...

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Well I did it again. Got carried away in that spectacular present moment and forgot about Jim. I'm surely 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 ground shaking experiences with new multitude. It ain't easygoing to manage and I just wanted Jim to see that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more intellect with me.

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

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

So we left the hotel a little after 3:00 and at first few Word of God were shared between us during the 40 hour cause home. I was neural. Jim wasn't talking. And the longer he kept quiet the more hangdog 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 hours. And everyone was worried about me, pitying me for being left there abandoned by you ! Do you have a go at it what that says to them about our marriage ?"

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

"Jim I'm tired of this. You know damn well this has zip to do with my love life and devotion to you. That's as unassailable as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to wield different lovers. They have feelings too. And during such intense sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest sexual psychic in my manpower. Being careful with it is the most authoritative thing to me. I never want to hurt you but I just can't always think of you in the import ! Dammit Jim ! You need a relationship with a woman ! You are wrong about them. There are plenty of cleaning woman out there that would love your kind of care 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 side of the taradiddle. It was a very very acute import for both of us. Very principal in nature and I heard this response catamenia out of me in an uncommonly forceful way that seemed like I was just a bystander watching it all bechance ...

"I would wish a fair sex two years aged than me. I'm tired of immature women.

I want her about two inch shorter than you with brunet crinkled hair, in physical body, sexy as hell, killer smile, nice titty and loves sex.

I want her to be really quick getting prepare for any affair ... speedy than you !

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

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

I want her to be well traveled, culturally diverse, and a social butterfly in any way full of hoi polloi.

I want her to be non-materialistic and well-situated with having a lot or a piddling.

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 outdoors.

I want her to be in effect at golf and able-bodied to hertz 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 affair 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."

screw ! Where did that semen from ? It was a totally unexpected and impossible list, one which I had never ever thought of, let alone construct. It came out powerfully and it left Ashley and me speechless.

But it was so impossible, I discarded it, not thinking about it again all week.

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In exactly seven twenty-four hour period I met that woman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and involvement in great detail. She hit ... every ... unmarried ... item on that leaning and maybe some other heart desires I neglected to include. She had even had her palm read at a fundraiser party a calendar month prior and was told the man of her pipe 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 read about in the report.

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

This was no minor serendipity.

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

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

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

Well ... that my protagonist was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might mean my lifespan would never be quite the same. I needed calendar week to mull over that decision.

Stay tuned !