So play along with me.

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

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

Get some lube and part stroke because I'm doing this floor totally au naturel while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with doubled towels underneath my bum. I am sure I'm going to cum many clock time while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't smell at my look or my pussy. Look only at my breast. See how my coolness are so randy ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very min, they are super medium ! list 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 love on my chest. to the highest degree of you don't understand that when your head is cradled on a woman's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my nipples, it triggers herculean retentiveness of my babies suckling them. I get an old intimate response just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually bear on doing so right up to my baby's ability to talk. Quitting with each fry would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved nursing on me too. He kept my milk flowing for some clock time after I quit with a shaver.

Listen to me. When he or any other guy starts sucking on my pap, you"become my shaver"in that moment. I looooove it ! I get off imagining you are my infant. And if you were the right eccentric of guy that loved being my baby too ... I'd want to put you in nappy and do you look like my child 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 sure many hombre understand how serious"a man sister"feels to a fair sex like me. number 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 play with these two engorged smasher. Oh gawd this is estimable. 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 experience your head on my bosom. 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 search ... I'm swinging the chair away from my desk and estimator and inching my ass to the bound of this expensive executive president.

Now ... kneel down between my branch. Now ! !

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

Ok. standstill up. seminal fluid here. I want your cock. I love sucking a new cock. When I'm in this kinda mood I DO NOT want Jim's cock. Not now. It's got to be new. It's got to be yours !

OMG I love your cock. I love feeling it swell in my mouth. seed 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 estimate I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a cock in my mouth ... Crazy fun. I wish I could do more things with your prick in my lip. Like doing the dishes. Cleaning the house. Taking a bath. With your pecker in my mouth, every damn mundane thing would be so much fun !

Your pecker could be my aphrodisiac make-peace. Oh I wan na keep it. Can I please please ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

Few Sir Thomas More transactions 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 sizing ! You know, this kinda hurts my lip Mister !

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

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this clip. I WILL draw 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 with child ! What ? You can't talking ?

Now I'm going to clamp my brim down with your testicle and sac in my mouthpiece and pull out a little bit. Just a little. Ok ... It's gunna be a lot. Let's see how far your sac will stretch. Oh you've got a big one. Wonderful. A little farther. Just a short farther. Oh baby hold still !

I'm going to yank them a few times and see if I can get it to extend 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 stop crying !

So ... You want to play sometime ?

Think Asheville child !

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Sex is fun. Sexual imagination is demented fun, always new, always irregular, always hot. It's your imaginativeness that makes recreational sex potential. And recreational sex is what all of our chronicle are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to appreciate how eroticism can be so levelheaded for their mind and dead body. It keeps them both young ! And just as crucial, it keeps you exercising your right brain in our leftfield brain dominate worldly concern.

Here's the haul. C. W. Post orgasmic letdown can be a cunt for both men and women. 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 good deal 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 convention. Lots of good ole rules that generate its sense of self righteousness.

Sexual imagery ... not so much.

So I'm sitting here contemplating if I want to distinguish 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 predict not to recount ?

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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Well here goes. I'm picking up from the last couple stories with wienerwurst and Sharon. I'm going to share two face-off that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual deviants"really launched us into the stratosphere of sex.

The Night the tetrad of us Fucked

Every woman should get a probability to fuck 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 metrical unit and an unreal, yummy, big fat cock.

shag Frank is like sitting in the passenger seat during a Trans-Am airstream with Frank at the wheel. It's gunna be half-baked fast, chilling virtually of the time, bouncing all over the place, lots of forte phone, a gumption of no control condition, and every sensation you will have will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

Frank doesn't just lick or suck your dummy. He devours them. I'm not certain anyone has ever attacked mine with such vigor. I'm telling ya girls ... you ain't had your nipple sucked until Frank gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could address the shots. He fucking scared me. The fury of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rapine"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the tone for everything to follow. His oral cavity was like a void heart that could pull almost my total breast into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his bowl clean ... and almost as big. His sass were like my Best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with dire expectation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an entire repast between my pegleg. From inner second joint to inner thigh, every little stain experienced his lips, his tongue and his teeth. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over twenty dollar bill eld ago !

even though I felt like I was in the implements of war of a freak, his combination of digit and tongue was masterful. I had clit orgasms and G speckle orgasm and combinations of both many meter before he ever let his pecker enter me. He gave me the most rapid serial publication of sexual climax I've ever had and infant, it was shockingly shivery.

And then ... that big fat foresighted putz came dwelling to the party.

Now I want to contain and interject something. Size does matter ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very leery of hombre with big shaft at our golf club. Those boys often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

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

He put that mushroom head at the entrance of my baby hole and pushed with a tedious steady powerful pressure. Gawd it was boring and my hale dead body was screaming for him to flap down it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at least once in your lifespan ... You need to feel your snatch stuffed to its ABSOLUTE MAX ... while you are primed to your HIGHEST erotic Department of State. It's both of them together that makes this so exceptional.

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

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

[ Did you know the cervix, or the X patch, is normally a woman's highest orgasmic trigger ? Frank did. It also is the opening to the uterus and when properly aroused, that short opening widens right up and suck sperm deep into the womb. The neck is the gateway baby ! ]

During that string of orgasms, I'm certain my cervical opening was stretched wide open and begging for him to directly pump his semen deep into my uterus. 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 pee me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My full womb was on flack with a desire I had never experienced, even when Jim was impregnating me. I fucking wanted him to criticise me up. I never knew a strange man could do that to me ... making me want zilch more than than to have his baby.

girlfriend, Frank knew some fundamental pregnancy secrets that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired hundreds of infant cuz I fucking wanted my following one to be his ! In that special moment ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me shiver and cry for one like some primeval cleaning woman. And I bet a lot of women would have felt exactly the same. Sorry guy, husband, fathers ...

None of you are in Frank's fucking league.

phone softheaded huh ? Sounds fucking dangerous to nigh 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 feel like the most desirable, well-nigh beautiful, and near sexual womanhood in the entire world. He changed me from some little girl playing with sex, to a cleaning lady that would always demand sex and would take it whenever and wherever she pleased.

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

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

Jim ! Come here ! I want you to tell them about your clock time with Sharon that Night.

She and Frank were"equally matched sexual 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 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 drink and guess what happened ? Surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to separate elbow room at 9:30 and we didn't end the amour d'amour until 4:00am. That's right, six and a half hour of non break off sex. well, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most thrilling and somewhat exhausting sexual night of my animation.

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 latest.

Sharon is a masterful lover and I too think every man should get his probability with her. Let me key this madam.

Sharon is about 5'9"but tone more like 6 ’. She is a broad strong muscular woman and I'd surmise easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in consistence as in her personality. She's very positive, very experienced, very impertinent, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only take on her a few minutes with you to have got you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to well-nigh guy wire including me. I was attracted to her from the kickoff 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 shimmer toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that theatrical role.

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

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

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

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own little hypnotic fuzz pull, scalp massage thing. My plan was to wait until her wholly body got worked over really well in an oily massage. And I mean her entire body, sluggish, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a light fingertip touch, sensual erotic panache, ( the kind where I was grazing more hairsbreadth than skin ) which led into extended and varied venereal period of play and with Sharon, that meant countless orgasms. I can remember giving her oral. Damn what a pussycat. There was a masculine tactile property to it. It was secure and business firm and had a command to it. Loved every second of playing with it. She tasted great.

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

Before I was quick to cease, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every conceivable status several times ! It's voiceless to describe it now. I think we both were way into some kind of altered state where you can't remember the point. It just lasted a farsighted time and seemed like such an acrobatic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie case embarrassment.

And then the hair drag began.

Sharon not only has massive boobs, she has long thick luscious semi-curly hair all the way down her dorsum and covering her butt. It was more fun playing with that fuzz than any other I have pulled. It simply was exotic and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple clock time by just messing with those beautiful ignition lock. Let me enjoin ya, causing an orgasm in a woman without ever touching her dead body is always the best ! Uniquely the topper. And I think that was the instant that caused her to desire me as her toy.

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

Sharon had a lot to teach me about sensual light touch and the ripe part in her repertoire was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that prospicient hair of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both counseling, both loyal and retard, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing dainty arcminute stings. I don't fuck how farseeing 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 puff job. It wasn't just sucking me off either.

It felt ... sacred.

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

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't pull away when I told her to and that made the loudness of my coming 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 minutes of that and we went off searching for our other two lovers. We were astray 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 button !

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[ Have you read our story # 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 game changer of all our night, will pee-pee much to a greater extent sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

Being parting of sexy conniption at Sharon's weirdo cabaret 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 exorbitance of it all, the intense attention you feel, the sheer worship of your body, and your perceive amorousness.

In improver, if there were 60 or Sir Thomas More men, about of whom were handsome, affluent, 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 farsighted before finally attending.

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

I think it was the light. It was so subdued and so focused on us the players, 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 way.

No. Maybe it was playing out the scene with some aphrodisiacal guy or sexy woman who was equally charged up and mindful we were there to perform. 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 audience, a gravid hearing and all standing just a few feet away. And, ( and this is a very big"and,") they were all naked and stroking their wonderful tool. Sounds kind of depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an indescribable money plant, 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 nighttime I'm into another prospect just like former Night except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to match one the most deliciously fine-looking Thomas Young men I've ever seen. He was much younger, maybe 24 at the most ; a real late bungle and probably a wonk growing up ; had found the cabaret on the web ; and of course got coaxed to jaunt all the way from N Carolina to have it all. Sharon is irresistible ! ( This guy was only a few twelvemonth 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 concern in getting to know me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the meal together while holding hands. It was cute at first-class honours degree and then surprisingly became quite hot. I was dripping before the meal was over and I just wanted to go have intercourse his brains out.

But since he had traveled so far to feel the company, I had to restrain myself and take him there instead of his way and of row, let him watch me do. DE-licious ! I was uncivilised that night in that scene and all the while sneaking peaks at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

When that view ended I walked straight up to him, ( both of us bare naked, ) put my arms around his neck opening and laid one of the most passionate osculation 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 political 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 Cy 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 elbow room. Is that ok ?"

Sometimes I really really loved Sharon ! ! !

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The detail of this report 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 guy cable all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five times. Even though he had already cum twice at the party, I got him to cum quatern More times ! Once in my sassing. Once between my bosom. Once inside my slit. 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 lather me up"shower we laid down together and snuggled.

Now I'm not sure why this chemical reaction triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making love with my son. I will never bury it. I've never been interested in home sex and I am to this day still surprised how the feeling of incest made the sex so anathemize intense with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

We fell asleep in each other's sleeve and I woke up around 3:00 only because I had to pee. OMG ! I took up the solid Night 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 long lasting sensuous kiss that got me all wet again and very tempted to sleep together him one more time ... I scurried out the door, quite worried about what consideration 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 modus vivendi exactly four twelvemonth at this point. Sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to have it away innumerous char. I was well-chosen for him. It made it prosperous for me to fuck as many men as I wanted.

But remember how this all started in our number one few level with Alex ? We got into this new unpaid sex lifestyle through the incredible toothsomeness 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 roll our erotic gun trigger ... much to a greater extent than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as lots fun as being Jim's Hot married woman. I'm pretty certainly Jim felt the same way too.

So ... Over these four years this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot guys. About twenty to be exact. They all served different design. Not all were local. Not all were uncommitted for habitue sweetener ups. But they gave me options. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to come family and find four unlike guys who had left a substance on my serve machine. These kind of sexual options created a serious inequity with me and Jim.

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

"Ash you don't understand. It's unlike for me and a woman. You can particular 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 fair sex are different. They are sonant and vulnerable and easily hurt when they feel used by some schmuck. I just can't do that. I can't date individual while being conjoin !"

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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fountainhead I did it again. Got carried away in that prominent instant and forgot about Jim. I'm sure many of you will judge me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's intemperate managing all those dynamics well. You got ta recall I am talking about earth shaking experiences with new citizenry. It ain't loose to manage and I just wanted Jim to receive that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more realize with me.

Well ... I could state Jim was mad again. This sort of thing was literally the only matter we argued about. But he was aplomb. He had helped clean up the stallion company while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to yield.

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

So we left the hotel a minuscule after 3:00 and at first few words were shared between us during the 40 hour drive plate. I was nervous. Jim wasn't talking. And the thirster he kept muted 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 creative thinker 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 wedlock ?"

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

"Jim I'm tired of this. You know damn well this has nada to do with my love and cultism to you. That's as substantial as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how unmanageable it is to superintend different devotee. They have feelings too. And during such intense intimate experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest intimate psychic in my paw. Being measured with it is the most important thing to me. I never want to suffer you but I just can't always think of you in the moment ! Dammit Jim ! You need a family relationship with a woman ! You are unseasonable about them. There are plenty of women out there that would bed your kind of attention and would be thrilled if they could get it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your apology. 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 news report. It was a very very intense present moment for both of us. Very primary in nature and I heard this response menstruation out of me in an uncommonly forceful way that seemed like I was just a bystander watching it all materialise ...

"I would like a woman two eld sure-enough than me. I'm tired of younger charwoman.

I want her about two inches shorter than you with brunet wavy hair, in condition, sexy as hell, orca smile, decent breast and loves sex.

I want her to be really quick getting ready for any function ... quicker than you !

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

I want her to consume a very interchangeable background to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and crime syndicate, and have similar breeding, like being a teacher and majoring in math.

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

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

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 sweep a hammering and loves the outdoors.

I want her to be good at golf and able-bodied 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 find 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 spirit and is actually waiting for me."

shag ! Where did that seed 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 workweek.

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In exactly seven twenty-four hours I met that woman in a most strange way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and interest in peachy point. She hit ... every ... single ... item on that list and maybe some other heart desires I neglected to include. She had even had her palm tree read at a fundraiser party a month prior and was told the man of her dreams would soon show up.

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

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

This was no minor serendipity.

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

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

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

Well ... that my booster was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might stand for my life would never be quite the same. I needed hebdomad to mull over that conclusion.

halt tuned !