So work along with me.

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

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

Get some lube and get stroking because I'm doing this narration totally naked while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with double towels underneath my bum. I am sure I'm going to cum many times while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't feeling at my face or my pussy. wait only at my knocker. See how my sapidity are so aroused ? 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 spiritualist ! leaning over and put one in your mouth. get it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when guys take the time to really love on my breasts. Most of you don't understand that when your head is cradled on a woman's dresser like mine, and you are sucking on my nipples, it triggers powerful memories of my child suckling them. I get an old familiar response just like when I'm breast feeding ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually go forward doing so right up to my baby's ability to talk. Quitting with each tike 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 tyke.

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

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

Sadly, I'm not trusted many guys understand how salutary"a man baby"feels to a woman like me. Come on over. We can play.

Well I've been playing with my boob while thinking about what to pen in this narration. It's been difficult typing. My finger are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is meet with these two engorged beauties. Oh gawd this is practiced. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are right here suckling them while stroking that beautiful tool of yours. Oh I want to experience your head on my boob. 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 time. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So bet ... I'm swinging the chair away from my desk and information processing system and inching my ass to the bound of this expensive executive director chairman.

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

Gently lick all around my snatch. Hurry up and go real slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my quip. That's sooo good. Here, let me lean back and put one foot on the desk and the early on the filing cabinet. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, go around my cheeks and drub my asshole. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that flavour good. dig your spit in as far as you can. Good. Very good. In and out now. Don't stop ... don't you dare fucking arrest ! Ugg holy crap I'm cumming. Fucking fantastic ! I always cum hard when you do that !

Ok. Stand up. come here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new pecker. When I'm in this kinda humour 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 cock. I love feeling it swell in my mouth. Come 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 ideas I want to typecast out before I loose them. Typing with a cock in my mouth ... loony fun. I wish I could do more affair with your cock in my mouth. Like doing the peach. Cleaning the house. Taking a bath. With your turncock in my sass, every damn mundane thing would be so often fun !

Your rooster could be my sexy comforter. Oh I wan na retain it. Can I please please ?

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

See what happens when a girl has a stopcock in her sass ?

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

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

Sit on the edge of my desk. On the very sharpness. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell honest. I like sucking one ball at a sentence into my back talk. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my lips are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck material toilsome and pull one through my small mouth ring. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to breastfeed a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a drinking straw. Got ta suck really really hard. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be easy. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. footling harder. Little recollective.

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

Listen silly, just be beaming I didn't chew on it much ... This 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 relax now. This one might contain a footling longer. Oh babe. Are you crying ?

There's no war cry in"sucsacball !"

Few more minutes and it will be all over. I promise. Gawd I love bollock. Yours are really quite firm. It takes everything I've got to absorb them down to size of it ! You know, this kinda hurts my lips Mr !

Ok. Here we go ... almost there. A small harder. More. Sir Thomas More ! Oh my mouth is tired. Got ta remainder.

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this metre. I WILL suck it down to size. A little more. Harder. Harder. As grueling 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 glob and sac in my mouth and pull out a piffling bit. Just a slight. Ok ... It's gunna be a lot. Let's see how far your sac will dilute. Oh you've got a big one. Wonderful. A little farther. Just a trivial farther. Oh baby hold still !

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

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

Oh child. Please cease war cry !

So ... You want to play sometime ?

Think Asheville baby !

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Sex is fun. Sexual mental imagery is wild fun, always new, always irregular, always hot. It's your imagination that makes recreational sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our tarradiddle are about. We are sharing them because so few hoi polloi seem to appreciate how eroticism can be so sound for their mind and eubstance. It keeps them both young ! And just as important, it keeps you exercising your right Einstein in our left mind overtop cosmos.

Here's the pinch. Charles William Post orgasmic letdown can be a cunt for both men and charwoman. Jim and I've talked a bunch about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to read our clobber 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 brain just doesn't get it. It likes principle. Lots of good ole rules that generate its sense of ego righteousness.

Sexual vision ... not so much.

So I'm sitting here contemplating if I want to narrate you certain early things we've done. I'm asking myself ...

Would you even appreciate it ? Would you just evaluate me as some crazy slut ? Could I trust you with my aphrodisiacal secrets ? If I do, would you promise not to differentiate ?

Golly, this is our 13th chronicle and we've barely begun. There's so much more. Ok. Let's see if you"can wield 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 lastly brace write up with Frank and Sharon. I'm going to share two meeting that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual deviate"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The Night the quaternary of us Fucked

Every woman should get a chance to eff Frank ! At least once. Frank is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a woman's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, muscular, big men, big animal foot and an unsubstantial, yummy, big fat cock.

piece of ass hot dog is like sitting in the rider seat during a Trans-Am slipstream with Frank at the bicycle. It's gunna be crazy fasting, scary most of the sentence, bouncing all over the seat, heap of loud sounds, a good sense of no control, and every sensation you will own will be at an vividness you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

Frank doesn't just lick or suck your boobs. He devours them. I'm not sure anyone has ever attacked mine with such dynamism. I'm telling ya little girl ... you ain't had your tits sucked until Frank gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could call the guesswork. He fucking scared me. The fierceness of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rape"and when he started ravishing my mamilla, it set the tone for everything to observe. His rima oris was like a emptiness pump that could pull almost my entire bosom into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his sports stadium clean ... and almost as big. His mouth were like my good 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 stallion meal between my legs. From internal thigh to inner second joint, every lilliputian spot experienced his back talk, his knife and his teeth. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over XX years ago !

evening though I felt like I was in the arms of a monster, his combination of digit and lingua was virtuoso. I had clit orgasms and G daub orgasms and combining of both many times before he ever let his cock enter me. He gave me the most speedy serial of coming I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly scary.

And then ... that big fat long cock came place to the company.

Now I want to stop and interject something. Size does matter ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very untrusting of bozo with big turncock at our social club. Those male child often banged your cervix uteri concentrated and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not wienerwurst. His shaft 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 suffer a baby ! And I was gushingly lubed.

He put that mushroom head at the ingress of my sister hole and pushed with a sluggish steady powerful imperativeness. Gawd it was slow and my whole physical structure was screaming for him to slam it in.

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

Gawd it was not bad and just like he intended it to finger with all my nerve termination firing at the same time.

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

[ Did you know the cervix, or the X position, is normally a woman's highest orgasmic trigger ? hot dog did. It also is the opening to the uterus and when properly aroused, that little possible action widens right up and sucks sperm deep into the uterus. The cervix is the gateway child ! ]

During that string of sexual climax, I'm certain my cervical gap was stretched extensive heart-to-heart 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 bit all that I was thinking, all that I wanted, all that I was feeling, was for him to induce me a child. Seriously and honestly.

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

My entire uterus was on fire with a desire I had never experienced, even when Jim was impregnating me. I fucking wanted him to tap me up. I never knew a strange man could do that to me ... making me want nothing more than to have his child.

Girls, frank knew some primal gestation enigma that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired hundred of babies cuz I fucking wanted my adjacent one to be his ! In that extra consequence ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me tremble and cry for one like some primal woman. And I bet a lot of adult female would receive felt exactly the same. Sorry guy, husband, fathers ...

None of you are in Frank's fucking league.

phone mad huh ? Sounds fucking dangerous to most of you I bet. But wow what a moment in sentence. I'm so gladiola I got to feel him. deep down inside he made me feel like the most suitable, almost beautiful, and most sexual woman in the stallion world. He changed me from some minuscule girlfriend playing with sex, to a woman that would always need sex and would direct it whenever and wherever she pleased.

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

Ok. sufficiency typing and reminiscing. Now I've got ta figure out a way to scavenge up this very oily keyboard and soused towels !

Jim ! seminal fluid here ! I want you to distinguish them about your prison term with Sharon that night.

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

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My Fucking story

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

We went out for a nice dinner party and came back to their home for drinks and guess what happened ? surprise surprisal. We hooked up. We both went to separate rooms at 9:30 and we didn't end the amour d'amour until 4:00am. That's right, six and a half minute of non stop sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non hitch ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most shiver and somewhat exhausting sexual night of my life.

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

Sharon is a masterful lover and I too think every man should get his luck with her. Let me describe this Lady.

Sharon is about 5'9"but feels more like 6 ’. She is a broad strong muscular fair sex and I'd speculation easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in body as in her personality. She's very positive, very feel, very smart, very visceral, and maybe telepathic. It will only consume her a few bit with you to have you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to near bozo including me. I was attracted to her from the commencement 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 individual devotee gaming toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that role.

fountainhead this night bonded us. I'm not sure anything happened as salient 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 set about a dinner massage club )

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

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own little spellbinding hair pulling, scalp massage thing. My plan was to waitress until her unscathed trunk got worked over really well in an sebaceous massage. And I mean her intact consistency, retard, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a loose fingertip touch, carnal erotic panache, ( the kind where I was grazing more than hair's-breadth than cutis ) which led into extended and varied genital play and with Sharon, that meant countless orgasms. I can think back giving her oral. curse what a pussy. There was a masculine feeling to it. It was hard and firm and had a command to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted outstanding.

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 ready to discontinue, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable position various fourth dimension ! It's firmly to delineate it now. I think we both were way into some kind of falsify nation where you can't remember the contingent. It just lasted a recollective time and seemed like such an athletic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type superfluity.

And then the pilus clout began.

Sharon not only has massive dumbbell, she has long thick-skulled delicious semi-curly pilus all the way down her back and covering her butt. It was more fun playing with that hair than any other I have pulled. It simply was exotic and spellbinding. She orgasmed multiple clock time by just messing with those beautiful locks. Let me separate ya, causing an orgasm in a adult female without ever touching her dead body is always the serious ! Uniquely the best. And I think that was the present moment that caused her to want me as her toy.

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

Sharon had a lot to teach me about sensual light touch sensation and the best function in her repertory was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that long whisker of hers to slowly drag-sweep my consistency in both directions, both fast 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 awareness.

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

It felt ... sacred.

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

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't pull away when I told her to and that made the intensity of my sexual 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 devotee. We were wide awake !

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more details. But hey. This is Ash's write up. I'll let her finish and see if she can typewrite while I play with her button !

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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 Nox, will shit much more good sense once you have. ]

The Nox That Changed Everything

Being part of sexy scenes at Sharon's nutcase club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect deep inside every woman has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the outrageousness of it all, the acute attention you feel, the sheer latria of your body, and your perceived erotism.

In add-on, if there were 60 or More men, nearly 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 tenacious before finally attending.

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

I think it was the lighting. It was so easy and so focused on us the histrion, and not the guy wire, 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 scene with some sexy guy or aphrodisiacal 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 pornography film.

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

It wasn't.

There was an ineffable honesty, beauty and wholesomeness to those fit. 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 setting just like former night except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to match one the most deliciously handsome offspring men I've ever seen. He was much younger, maybe 24 at the most ; a real late bloomer and probably a dweeb growing up ; had found the guild on the web ; and of course got inveigle to travel all the way from N Carolina to experience it all. Sharon is irresistible ! ( This guy was only a few days previous than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with someone without my noesis. )

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

But since he had traveled so far to experience the company, I had to restrain myself and film him there instead of his room and of course, let him find out me execute. DE-licious ! I was wilderness that night in that scene and all the while sneaking apex at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

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

We wasted no time and as we were leaving the company for his hotel 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 young guy from NC. Remember him from this afternoon ? He's so inexperient and really needs a char 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 account is not what happened in his way. Yea it was cracking and maybe my perfect scenario. I was clearly helping him evolve sexually and I love teaching guy all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five times. Even though he had already cum twice at the company, I got him to cum FOUR more times ! Once in my back talk. Once between my dope. Once inside my pussy. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their power 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 soap me up"exhibitor we laid down together and snuggled.

Now I'm not for certain why this response triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making love with my son. I will never forget it. I've never been concern in family sex and I am to this day still surprised how the touch sensation of incest made the sex so shit vivid with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

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

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

So with one prospicient lasting sensuous kiss that got me all wet again and very tempted to jazz him one more time ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what condition I'd find Jim.

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Before I tell you what happened, you need some desktop information that's very important.

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four years at this full point. Sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been capable to fuck countless women. I was glad for him. It made it prosperous for me to fuck as many men as I wanted.

But think back how this all started in our for the first time few stories 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 lifestyle, the Hot Wife thing typed cast our titillating trigger ... much more than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as often fun as being Jim's Hot married woman. I'm pretty sure Jim felt the Saame way too.

So ... Over these four geezerhood this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot guy wire. About twenty to be demand. They all served different purposes. Not all were local. Not all were available for habitue sweetener ups. But they gave me options. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to come up dwelling house and line up four different guy wire who had left a content on my serve motorcar. These kind of sexual selection created a serious unfairness with me and Jim.

He didn't have a single fair sex that he could play with outside the clubs. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't attract them. It was all about his ethical touchstone. In his center, the paradigm of a creepy guy was person who was married and trying to make and appointment women. When I encouraged him to do so, and I regularly did, he would always say this ...

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

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

Just like that very night ...

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Well I did it again. Got carried away in that spectacular moment and forgot about Jim. I'm sure many of you will approximate me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's hard managing all those dynamics well. You got ta recall I am talking about earth shaking experiences with new citizenry. It ain't easy to superintend and I just wanted Jim to see that quandary too. He needed to so he could be a bit more sympathize with me.

wellspring ... I could differentiate Jim was mad again. This form of thing was literally the only if matter we argued about. But he was cool off. He had helped pick up the full party while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to come back.

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

So we left the hotel a slight after 3:00 and at low gear few words were shared between us during the 40 mo parkway home. I was nervous. Jim wasn't talking. And the thirster he kept tranquility the more shamefaced I felt. But finally he said ...

"Ash, do you have any idea what you put me through when you do something like that ? I was bored out of my mind for hours. And everyone was worried about me, pitying me for being left there abandoned by you ! Do you know what that says to them about our marriage ?"

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

"Jim I'm tired of this. You know damn well this has naught to do with my love and devotion to you. That's as strong as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to manage unlike lover. They have feelings too. And during such acute sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest sexual psychic in my paw. Being measured with it is the most important matter 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 human relationship with a woman ! You are wrong about them. There are flock of cleaning lady out there that would love your kind of care and would be thrilled if they could give it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your alibi. Now tell me. What form of womanhood WOULD you consider dating ?"

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Ok. That's Ashley's side of the tarradiddle. It was a very very intense minute for both of us. Very primary coil 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 materialize ...

"I would like a womanhood two years older than me. I'm tired of unseasoned womanhood.

I want her about two column inch myopic than you with brunette wavy hair, in chassis, sexy as infernal region, killer smiling, gracious knocker and loves sex.

I want her to be really quick getting ready for any use ... speedy than you !

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

I want her to have a very like background to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and kinsperson, 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 room full of hoi polloi.

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

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 hammering and loves the outdoors.

I want her to be good at golf 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 lifespan and is actually waiting for me."

Fuck ! Where did that seminal fluid from ? It was a totally unexpected and impossible listing, 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 unimaginable, I discarded it, not thinking about it again all week.

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In exactly seven days I met that char in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and interest in slap-up item. She hit ... every ... bingle ... item on that list and maybe some other heart desires I neglected to include. She had even had her decoration read at a fundraiser political party a calendar month prior and was told the man of her dream would soon show up.

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

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 distinguish me you ARE going back ! !"

"sin no Ash ! It's way to spooky, shivery and grievous 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 mean my life would never be quite the same. I needed weeks to muse over that decision.

Stay tuned !