So play along with me.

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

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

Get some lube and get going stroke because I'm doing this write up totally raw while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with double towels underneath my bum. I am certainly I'm going to cum many sentence while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't feeling at my font or my pussy. wait only at my knocker. See how my nips are so aroused ? 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 raw ! Lean over and put one in your mouth. Make it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when guys take the time to really enjoy on my breasts. Most of you don't understand that when your foreland is cradled on a woman's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my nipples, it triggers hefty memories of my babies suckling them. I get an old familiar response just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually remain doing so right up to my sister's ability to talk. Quitting with each small fry would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved breast feeding on me too. He kept my milk flowing for some clock time after I quit with a child.

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

Remember this in pillow slip I ever do hook up with you.

Sadly, I'm not sure many bozo understand how proficient"a man baby"feels to a charwoman like me. do on over. We can play.

well 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 wreak with these two engorged smasher. Oh gawd this is just. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are right here suckling them while stroking that beautiful cock of yours. Oh I want to feel your promontory 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 lyric at a sentence. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So look ... I'm swinging the hot seat away from my desk and computing machine and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive executive chair.

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

Gently lick all around my pussy. rush up and go real slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my pass. That's sooo undecomposed. Here, let me lean back and put one foot on the desk and the other on the filing cabinet. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, spread my boldness and lick my whoreson. Go ahead. It's neat. I just showered. Oh gawd that flavor beneficial. Poke your spit in as far as you can. in effect. Very good. In and out now. Don't point ... don't you dare fucking full point ! Ugg holy crap I'm cumming. Fucking grand ! I always cum strong when you do that !

Ok. Stand up. cum here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new peter. 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 pecker. I love feeling it swell in my oral fissure. cum over with me to the desk. And don't you pull it out. I will bite down if I sense you pulling out !

Ok. I've got some ideas I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a stopcock in my mouth ... weirdo fun. I wish I could do more thing with your shaft in my mouthpiece. Like doing the dish. Cleaning the star sign. Taking a Bath. With your hammer in my mouth, every shucks everyday affair would be so lots fun !

Your hammer could be my sexy pacifier. Oh I wan na celebrate it. Can I please delight ?

Or maybe ... it could get"my cigar."I like cigars ! Hmm ... Maybe that's why you guys screw long fat cigars. Tactile viva voce phallic symbols. tinker's damn. I never thought of it that way.

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

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

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

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

Ok. See how my rim are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to draw veridical concentrated and pulling one through my small lip mob. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to go down on a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a wheat. Got ta suck really really firmly. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be slow. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. Little harder. Little thirster.

Pop ! We did it ! Oh infant. Did that offend a footling ?

Listen silly, just be glad I didn't chew on it much ... This fourth dimension. Ok. Now the early.

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

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

There's no tears in"sucsacball !"

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

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

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this metre. 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 great ! What ? You can't talk ?

Now I'm going to clamp my lips down with your musket ball and sac in my back talk and draw in out a minuscule bit. Just a little. Ok ... It's gunna be a lot. Let's see how far your sac will adulterate. Oh you've got a big one. Wonderful. A footling farther. Just a little farther. Oh baby hold still !

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

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

Oh infant. Please turn back crying !

So ... You want to act as 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 vision that makes recreational sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our write up are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to appreciate how eroticism can be so healthy for their mind and body. It keeps them both young ! And just as important, it keeps you exercising your right hand brain in our left brain rule world.

Here's the catch. situation orgasmic letdown can be a bitch for both men and cleaning lady. Jim and I've talked a bunch about that throughout this serial. And if you are trying to read our stuff during your"cum let down,"well much of what we've said won't make a great deal sense and nearly of what we've done will seem lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left brain just doesn't get it. It likes rules. dozens of beneficial ole rules that generate its sensory faculty of self righteousness.

Sexual imagination ... not so much.

So I'm sitting here contemplating if I want to separate you sealed 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 secrets ? If I do, would you promise not to separate ?

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

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Well here goes. I'm picking up from the last twosome stories with Frank and Sharon. I'm going to plowshare two brush that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"intimate deviants"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The dark the Four of us Fucked

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

ass hot dog is like sitting in the passenger derriere during a Trans-Am race with Frank at the cycle. It's gunna be crazy fasting, shivery most of the fourth dimension, bouncing all over the property, hatful of loud sounds, a sentiency of no ascendance, and every wiz you will bear will be at an chroma you didn't know existed. Let me explicate.

wienerwurst doesn't just lick or suck your booby. He devours them. I'm not sure anyone has ever attacked mine with such vigor. I'm telling ya little girl ... you ain't had your tits sucked until frankfurter gets his hazard with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could yell the shots. He fucking scared me. The ferocity of what he did was exactly my"illusion rape"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the tonicity for everything to watch over. His mouth was like a vacuum pump that could pull almost my entire breast into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his bowlful clean ... and almost as big. His lips were like my best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with fearful anticipation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an entire meal between my branch. From inner thigh to inner second joint, every picayune spot experienced his back talk, his tongue and his tooth. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over twenty days ago !

eve though I felt like I was in the arms of a colossus, his combination of finger's breadth and glossa was masterly. I had clit orgasms and G pip climax and combinations of both many clock time before he ever let his cock enter me. He gave me the most rapid series of orgasms I've ever had and babe, it was shockingly scary.

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

Now I want to stop and interject something. size does subject ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very leery of bozo with big stopcock at our nightspot. Those son often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not frank. His turncock 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 forefront at the entrance of my infant golf hole and pushed with a slow becalm powerful atmospheric pressure. Gawd it was slow and my altogether body was screaming for him to thrash it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at least 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 special.

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

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

[ Did you know the neck, or the X spot, is normally a woman's in high spirits orgasmic induction ? hotdog did. It also is the porta to the uterus and when properly aroused, that little possibility widens right up and suck sperm deep into the womb. The cervix uteri is the gateway baby ! ]

During that cosmic string of orgasm, I'm sure my cervical first step was stretched wide open and begging for him to directly pump his come 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 me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My entire womb was on fervency 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 make his baby.

Girls, wiener knew some primal pregnancy secret that I think no one I've been with anterior or since has known. This man should've sired hundreds of sister cuz I fucking wanted my adjacent one to be his ! In that particular mo ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me shiver and cry for one like some primal cleaning lady. And I bet a lot of women would have felt exactly the same. Sorry guys, husbands, Father of the Church ...

None of you are in frank's fucking league.

Sounds demented huh ? Sounds fucking dangerous to most of you I bet. But wow what a moment in time. I'm so happy I got to experience him. Deep down inside he made me finger like the most suitable, most beautiful, and nearly sexual cleaning lady in the entire earth. He changed me from some piddling girl playing with sex, to a fair sex that would always want sex and would charter it whenever and wherever she please.

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

Ok. enough typing and reminiscing. Now I've got ta image out a way to strip up this very oily keyboard and surcharge towels !

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

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

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My roll in the hay tarradiddle

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 house for drinks and guess what happened ? surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to split up elbow room at 9:30 and we didn't end the amour d'affair until 4:00am. That's right, six and a half hours of non stop sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non full point ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most thrilling and somewhat exhausting sexual night of my liveliness.

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

Sharon is a virtuoso lover and I too think every man should get his chance with her. Let me describe this gentlewoman.

Sharon is about 5'9"but feels more like 6 ’. She is a liberal strong brawny woman and I'd guess easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in dead body as in her personality. She's very confident, very experienced, very sassy, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only take her a few minutes with you to feature you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to most guys including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a biz changer ... I could tell 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 function.

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

( Found our later she was planning on getting me to bulge out a dinner party massage golf 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 small hypnotic tomentum pull, scalp massage thing. My program was to wait until her whole trunk got worked over really well in an smarmy massage. And I mean her entire physical structure, slow down, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a lite fingertip touch, sensual erotic expressive style, ( the sort where I was grazing to a greater extent hair than skin ) which led into extended and varied genital gambol and with Sharon, that meant multitudinous coming. I can remember giving her oral. maledict what a pussy. There was a masculine tone to it. It was strong and firm and had a program line to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted not bad.

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

Before I was quick 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 hard to trace it now. I think we both were way into some kind of spay country where you can't remember the details. 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 character embarrassment.

And then the hairsbreadth pull began.

Sharon not only has monumental boobs, she has long loggerheaded luscious semi-curly hair all the way down her binding and covering her butt. It was more fun playing with that hairsbreadth than any other I have pulled. It simply was exotic and soporific. She orgasmed multiple multiplication by just messing with those beautiful locks. Let me tell ya, causing an coming in a woman without ever touching her body is always the salutary ! Uniquely the best. And I think that was the bit that caused her to require me as her toy.

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

Sharon had a lot to learn me about sensual light touch and the best part in her repertory was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that farsighted hair of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both way, both fast and slow, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing exquisite 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 flabby putz. 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 think back one inviolable thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her mouth ( when at the metre I never did that to a fair sex. )

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't deplume away when I told her to and that made the intensity level of my climax far more memorable. She said she loved how I tasted and after she finished drinking it down, she curled me up in one big monstrous hug.

About ten minute of that and we went off searching for our other two lovers. We were wide 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 type while I play with her clit !

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[ Have you study our floor # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my dearie and what I'm going to share with you, the biz record changer of all our nights, will prepare much more sense once you have. ]

The night That Changed Everything

being theatrical role of aphrodisiac scenes at Sharon's weirdo club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect late inside every adult female has a desire to be an flasher. For me it's the exorbitance of it all, the intense attention you feel, the sheer adoration of your dead body, and your perceived amativeness.

In increase, if there were 60 or more men, nigh of whom were handsome, wealthy, business types 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 prospicient before finally attending.

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

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

No. Maybe it was playing out the scene with some aphrodisiacal guy or aphrodisiac charwoman who was equally charged up and mindful we were there to do. Yea, that changed everything. It always felt like we were making a smut 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 nude and stroking their wonderful prick. Sounds kind of depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an indefinable honesty, beauty and wholesomeness to those scenes. Really. I bet you don't believe me, but if you had been there you would've felt it too.

Ok. So this night I'm into another scene just like other night except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to play one the most deliciously handsome youth men I've ever seen. He was much untried, maybe 24 at the most ; a veridical late fuckup and probably a nerd growing up ; had found the golf-club on the web ; and of course got coaxed to travel all the way from N Carolina to experience it all. Sharon is resistless ! ( This guy was only a few years older 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 matter to in getting to know me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the meal together while holding hands. It was cute at first of all and then surprisingly became quite hot. I was dripping before the meal was over and I just wanted to go fuck his brains out.

But since he had traveled so far to live the political party, I had to hold myself and take him there instead of his room and of track, let him watch me do. DE-licious ! I was godforsaken that night in that setting and all the spell sneaking peaks at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

When that vista ended I walked straight up to him, ( both of us bare naked, ) put my arms around his neck and laid one of the most passionate buss 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 metre 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 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 power point of this story is not what happened in his room. Yea it was bully and maybe my perfect scenario. I was clearly helping him evolve sexually and I love teaching guys all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five clip. 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 ability to recover !

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

Now I'm not sure enough why this reaction triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making dearest with my son. I will never forget it. I've never been interested in menage sex and I am to this day still surprised how the belief of incest made the sex so damn acute with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

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

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

So with one farseeing lasting sensuous kiss that got me all wet again and very tempted to fuck him one Thomas More 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 desktop data that's very important.

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four age at this point. indisputable we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to have a go at it countless adult female. 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 stories with Alex ? We got into this new recreational sex life style through the incredible lusciousness 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 lifestyle, the Hot married woman thing typed wander our erotic triggers ... much Sir Thomas More than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as much fun as being Jim's Hot wife. I'm somewhat sure Jim felt the same way too.

So ... Over these four days this Hot married woman had acquired a bevy of hot guys. About twenty to be exact. They all served different purpose. Not all were local anaesthetic. Not all were available for regular hook ups. But they gave me pick. They were always there in my knowingness, and it wasn't uncommon to come home and find four dissimilar cat who had left a message on my answering machine. These kind of intimate alternative created a serious inequity with me and Jim.

He didn't have a 1 woman that he could assemble with outside the order. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't attract them. It was all about his ethical standard. In his eyes, the epitome of a creepy guy was someone who was married and trying to seduce and date char. When I encouraged him to do so, and I regularly did, he would always say this ...

"Ash you don't understand. It's unlike for me and a woman. You can engagement any guy you want, married or not, and that guy is going to take what you give him and say ‘ Use me, use me !'But women are unlike. They are soft and vulnerable and easily hurt when they feel used by some shmo. I just can't do that. I can't appointment someone while being married !"

So that was our narration for years leading up to this dark. 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 Nox ...

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well I did it again. Got carried away in that striking here and now and forgot about Jim. I'm sure enough many of you will estimate me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's knockout managing all those dynamics well. You got ta remember I am talking about earth shaking experiences with new multitude. It ain't easy to manage and I just wanted Jim to live that quandary too. He needed to so he could be a bit more sympathise with me.

Well ... I could recite Jim was mad again. This sort of thing was literally the entirely matter we argued about. But he was cool. He had helped cleanse up the entire party while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to rejoin.

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

So we left the hotel a little after 3:00 and at first few words were shared between us during the 40 minute driving force home. I was unquiet. Jim wasn't talking. And the yearner 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 brain for hours. And everyone was worried about me, pitying me for being left there abandoned by you ! Do you have sex what that says to them about our marriage ?"

WHAT IT LOOKS ilk TO OTHERS ? fountainhead that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to apologize. We had covered this background so many multiplication before. So I boiled over and said ...

"Jim I'm tired of this. You know damn well this has nothing to do with my dear and cultism to you. That's as strong as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to oversee dissimilar lovers. They have tactual sensation too. And during such acute sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their mystifying sexual psychic in my helping hand. Being measured 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 here and now ! Dammit Jim ! You need a family relationship with a woman ! You are wrong about them. There are mass of adult female out there that would screw 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 alibi. Now tell me. What kind of woman WOULD you consider dating ?"

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Ok. That's Ashley's side of meat of the tale. It was a very very vivid moment for both of us. Very primary in nature and I heard this response flow out of me in an uncommonly emphatic way that seemed like I was just a bystander watching it all happen ...

"I would like a womanhood two twelvemonth onetime than me. I'm tired of vernal women.

I want her about two inch shorter than you with brunet wavy hair, in shape, sexy as underworld, killer whale smile, skillful dope and loves sex.

I want her to be really quickly getting ready for any function ... warm than you !

I want her to be smart and individual who loves to translate, way into volume, yet is very very athletic.

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

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

I want her to be non-materialistic and easy with having a lot or a small.

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

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

I want her to be good at golf game and able to round 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 establish up in her life and is actually waiting for me."

fucking ! Where did that come from ? It was a totally unexpected and impossible leaning, one which I had never ever thought of, let alone concept. 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 mean solar day I met that charwoman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and involvement in keen detail. She hit ... every ... ace ... item on that leaning and maybe some other heart desires I neglected to let in. She had even had her laurel wreath read at a fundraiser party a calendar month prior and was told the man of her dream would soon picture up.

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

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

This was no small serendipity.

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

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

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

wellspring ... that my friend was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might mean my lifespan would never be quite the Sami. I needed weeks to meditate over that decision.

Stay tuned !