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 believe.

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

Hey ! Don't looking at at my face or my pussy. count only at my breasts. See how my savor are so brace ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very minute, they are crack sensitive ! Lean over and put one in your mouth. Make it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when guys take the sentence to really have a go at it on my breasts. near of you don't understand that when your capitulum is cradled on a charwoman's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my tit, it triggers powerful memories of my infant suckling them. I get an old familiar reply just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually keep doing so right up to my baby's ability to talk. Quitting with each nestling would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved nursing on me too. He kept my Milk flowing for some fourth dimension after I quit with a child.

Listen to me. When he or any early guy starts sucking on my nipple, you"become my child"in that present moment. I looooove it ! I get off imagining you are my baby. And if you were the right type of guy that loved being my baby too ... I'd want to put you in diapers and pretend 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 guy understand how beneficial"a man baby"feels to a woman like me. occur on over. We can wager.

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 ravisher. Oh gawd this is dependable. 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 find your brain on my breast. hoot. 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 sentence. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So look ... I'm swinging the chair away from my desk and computing machine and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive executive death chair.

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

Gently lick all around my pussy. Hurry up and go veridical slack. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my cleft. That's sooo commodity. Here, let me lean back and put one foot on the desk and the other on the filing storage locker. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, fan out my cheeks and lick my whoreson. Go ahead. It's clean. I just showered. Oh gawd that feels good. prod your knife in as far as you can. respectable. Very good. In and out now. Don't occlusive ... don't you dare fucking stop ! Ugg holy crap I'm cumming. Fucking rattling ! I always cum hard when you do that !

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

OMG I love your rooster. I love feeling it swell in my mouth. Come over with me to the desk. And don't you pull it out. I will sting 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 cock in my rima oris ... looney fun. I wish I could do Sir Thomas More thing with your cock in my sass. Like doing the lulu. Cleaning the house. Taking a Bath. With your cock in my sassing, every darn unremarkable matter would be so a good deal fun !

Your rooster could be my sexy pacifier. Oh I wan na hold on it. Can I delight please ?

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

See what happens when a fille has a cock in her back talk ?

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

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

Sit on the sharpness of my desk. On the very edge. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell good. I like sucking one musket 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 suck real severely and pull one through my small-scale rima oris ring. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to sop up a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a husk. Got ta suck really really hard. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be leisurely. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. Little harder. Little longer.

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

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

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

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

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

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

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

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this clock time. I WILL suck it down to sizing. 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 formal 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 adulterate. Oh you've got a big one. Wonderful. A little farther. Just a fiddling farther. Oh baby hold still !

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

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

Oh sister. Please kibosh cry !

So ... You want to flirt sometime ?

Think Asheville babe !

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Sex is fun. sexual imaging is crazy fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your resourcefulness that makes amateur sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our stories are about. We are sharing them because so few masses seem to appreciate how sexiness can be so tidy 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 dominate populace.

Here's the gimmick. Wiley Post orgasmic letdown can be a bitch 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 stuff during your"cum let down,"well much of what we've said won't make much sense and well-nigh of what we've done will seem lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left brain just doesn't get it. It likes dominion. Lots of ripe ole formula that generate its sense of ego righteousness.

Sexual imagination ... not so much.

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

Would you even prize it ? Would you just judge me as some crazy slut ? Could I trust you with my sexy secret ? If I do, would you anticipate not to enjoin ?

Golly, this is our thirteenth tale 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 gauge.

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well here goes. I'm picking up from the go duet stories with frankfurter and Sharon. I'm going to share two showdown that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual deviants"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The night the Four of us Fucked

Every cleaning lady should get a chance to fuck wienerwurst ! At least once. hot dog is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a charwoman's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, muscular, big hands, big feet and an unsubstantial, yummy, big fat cock.

Fucking dog is like sitting in the passenger can during a Trans-Am race with dog at the wheel. It's gunna be screwball fast, scarey most of the clock time, bouncing all over the seat, lots of loud sounds, a sense of no control, and every sensation you will have will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

wienerwurst doesn't just lick or suck your dope. He devours them. I'm not certain anyone has ever attacked mine with such vigor. I'm telling ya miss ... you ain't had your tits sucked until Frank gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could prognosticate the snap. He fucking scared me. The ferocity of what he did was exactly my"phantasy rape"and when he started ravishing my titmouse, it set the note for everything to follow. His mouth was like a emptiness pump that could pull almost my stallion breast into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his bowl clean and jerk ... and almost as big. His lip were like my just vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with frightening expectancy. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an stallion meal between my stage. From inner thigh to inner thigh, every picayune spot experienced his backtalk, his tongue and his dentition. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over twenty years ago !

eventide though I felt like I was in the subdivision of a monster, his combining of fingers and clapper was consummate. I had clit orgasms and G spot orgasms and combinations of both many times before he ever let his turncock enter me. He gave me the most rapid serial of orgasm I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly scary.

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

Now I want to arrest and interject something. size of it does subject ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very leery of guys with big turncock at our clubs. Those son often banged your uterine cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not Frank. His prick 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 child ! And I was gushingly lubed.

He put that mushroom-shaped cloud promontory at the entry of my baby hole and pushed with a slow steady powerful air pressure. Gawd it was slow and my whole organic structure was screaming for him to slam it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at least once in your lifetime ... You need to sense your kitty stuffed to its ABSOLUTE MAX ... while you are primed to your HIGHEST titillating land. 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 nerve close firing at the same sentence.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my cervix uteri with the tip of his long hammer. 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 period.

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

During that strand of orgasms, I'm sure my cervical opening was stretched wide undefendable and begging for him to directly pump his seed deep into my womb. That's exactly what he did. I felt it go straight in. Masterfully done !

In that import all that I was thinking, all that I wanted, all that I was feeling, was for him to have me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My intact womb was on attack 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 need nothing Sir Thomas More than to have his baby.

Girls, wiener knew some primeval pregnancy secrets that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired hundreds of sister cuz I fucking wanted my next one to be his ! In that extra moment ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me shiver and cry for one like some primal char. And I bet a lot of womanhood would have felt exactly the Same. Sorry guys, husbands, fathers ...

None of you are in Frank's fucking league.

Sounds crazy huh ? Sounds fucking unsafe to about of you I bet. But wow what a mo in time. I'm so glad I got to experience him. oceanic abyss down inside he made me feel like the most desirable, near beautiful, and most intimate woman in the entire world. He changed me from some little girl playing with sex, to a char that would always need sex and would take it whenever and wherever she pleased.

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

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

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

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

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My Fucking news report

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

We went out for a gracious dinner party and came back to their house for drinking and venture what happened ? surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to separate rooms at 9:30 and we didn't end the affaire d'involvement until 4:00am. That's right, six and a one-half hours of non stop sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non plosive speech sound ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most inebriate and somewhat exhausting sexual dark of my life.

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

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

Sharon is about 5'9"but tone more like 6 ’. She is a broad strong hefty woman and I'd supposition easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in body as in her personality. She's very confident, very feel, very fresh, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only take aim her a few minutes with you to have you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to to the highest degree guy including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... trust her. But ... there was a plot 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 role.

wellspring this night bonded us. I'm not sure anything happened as striking as what Ash had with hotdog. Sharon was more absorbed on experienceing everything I knew about massage.

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

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

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own niggling spellbinding hair twist, scalp massage thing. My architectural plan was to hold back until her whole body got worked over really well in an oily massage. And I mean her intact body, slow, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a light source fingertip touch, sensual titillating style, ( the kind where I was grazing more than hair than hide ) which led into extended and varied venereal fun and with Sharon, that meant innumerable climax. I can recollect giving her viva voce. bedamn what a puss. There was a masculine feel to it. It was strong and business firm and had a mastery to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted smashing.

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

Before I was make to give up, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every conceivable placement respective times ! It's hard to line it now. I think we both were way into some kind of castrate state where you can't remember the details. It just lasted a foresighted time and seemed like such an gymnastic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type embarrassment.

And then the hair pull began.

Sharon not only has massive boobs, she has long boneheaded luscious semi-curly hair all the way down her back and covering her arse. It was more fun playing with that pilus than any early I have pulled. It simply was alien and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple times by just messing with those beautiful locks. Let me tell ya, causing an orgasm in a woman without ever touching her body is always the dependable ! Uniquely the best. And I think that was the moment that caused her to require me as her toy.

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

Sharon had a lot to instruct me about carnal ignitor touch and the ripe part in her repertoire was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that foresighted hair of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both directions, both fast and slow, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing exquisite hour stings. I don't have a go at it how long that lasted. But it was long. Long enough for me to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

I remember it all ending with her sucking my completely flaccid tool. 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 potent thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her oral cavity ( when at the time I never did that to a womanhood. )

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't pull away when I told her to and that made the intensity 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 atrocious hug.

About ten minutes of that and we went off searching for our other two lovers. We were widely awake !

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more item. But hey. This is Ash's story. I'll let her finale and see if she can type while I play with her clit !

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[ Have you read our chronicle # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my pet and what I'm going to share with you, the game changer of all our nighttime, will make much to a greater extent sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

Being constituent of aphrodisiac tantrum at Sharon's crazy society 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 intense attending you feel, the sheer adoration of your organic structure, and your perceive sexiness.

In addition, if there were 60 or Thomas More men, about of whom were better-looking, loaded, occupation 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 long before finally attending.

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

I think it was the lighting. It was so diffuse and so focused on us the actor, and not the guys, that it caused me to never feel self witting ... probably because I could barely see them standing all around the room.

No. Maybe it was playing out the scene with some sexy guy or sexy adult female who was equally charged up and aware we were there to do. Yea, that changed everything. It always felt like we were making a pornography cinema.

No. I think what really made it vivid is that we had an hearing, a large audience and all standing just a few feet away. And, ( and this is a very big"and,") they were all naked and stroking their wonderful turncock. Sounds sort of depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

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

Ok. So this night I'm into another scene just like early night except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to meet one the most deliciously bighearted young men I've ever seen. He was much vernal, maybe 24 at the most ; a rattling late bloomer and probably a wonk growing up ; had found the club on the web ; and of course got wheedle to travel all the way from N Carolinas to feel it all. Sharon is resistless ! ( This guy was only a few days one-time than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with individual without my knowledge. )

So when we met that afternoon, he naturally was very interested in getting to jazz me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the meal together while holding hands. 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 party, I had to restrain myself and take him there instead of his elbow room and of course, let him watch me do. DE-licious ! I was wild that nighttime in that shot and all the spell sneaking meridian at him as he watched. I saw him cum twice !

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

We wasted no time 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 inexperienced and really needs a charwoman 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 report is not what happened in his way. Yea it was great and maybe my perfect scenario. I was clearly helping him evolve sexually and I love teaching hombre all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five times. Even though he had already cum twice at the political party, I got him to cum FOUR more than metre ! Once in my lip. Once between my boobs. Once inside my kitty. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their ability to reclaim !

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

Now I'm not sure why this reaction triggered in me but ... This boy felt like I was making love with my son. I will never forget it. I've never been interested in kinsfolk sex and I am to this day still surprised how the feeling 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 blazonry 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 have it off 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 roll in the hay 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 ground information that's very important.

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four years at this point. Sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able-bodied to get laid multitudinous women. I was well-chosen for him. It made it well-to-do for me to love as many men as I wanted.

But remember how this all started in our first off few stories with Alex ? We got into this new recreational sex lifestyle through the incredible deliciousness of experiencing Hot Wife-ing. Jim loved it and I loved it. But because it was"the door we went through"on our way into this lifestyle, the Hot married woman thing typed hurtle our erotic triggers ... much more than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as much fun as being Jim's Hot wife. I'm moderately sure Jim felt the Lapp way too.

So ... Over these four geezerhood this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot guy wire. About twenty to be claim. They all served unlike purpose. Not all were local. Not all were available for regular hook ups. But they gave me choice. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to amount base and find four different guys who had left a message on my answering political machine. These kind of sexual choice created a serious inequity with me and Jim.

He didn't have a single woman that he could meet with outside the golf club. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't attract them. It was all about his ethical measure. In his eye, the epitome of a creepy guy was someone 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 womanhood. You can date any guy you want, married or not, and that guy is going to choose what you give him and say ‘ Use me, use me !'But women are dissimilar. They are gentle and vulnerable and easily hurt when they feel used by some schmuck. I just can't do that. I can't escort soul while being splice !"

So that was our narrative for year 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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wellspring I did it again. Got carried away in that prominent import and forgot about Jim. I'm sure as shooting many of you will try me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's intemperate managing all those dynamics well. You got ta recollect I am talking about terra firma shaking experiences with new people. It ain't easy to manage and I just wanted Jim to experience that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more discernment with me.

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

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

So we left the hotel a little after 3:00 and at for the first time few words were shared between us during the 40 moment drive base. I was queasy. Jim wasn't talking. And the longer he kept tranquillise 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 judgement 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 LIKE TO OTHERS ? Well that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to rationalise. We had covered this ground so many times before. So I boiled over and said ...

"Jim I'm tired of this. You know damn well this has nothing to do with my love and devotedness to you. That's as strong as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how hard it is to care different fan. They have impression too. And during such intense sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest sexual psychic in my custody. Being thrifty with it is the most important affair to me. I never want to hurt you but I just can't always think of you in the instant ! Dammit Jim ! You need a kinship with a woman ! You are amiss about them. There are plenty of char out there that would fuck your kind of aid and would be thrilled if they could accept it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your excuses. Now tell me. What kind of woman WOULD you consider dating ?"

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

"I would like a woman two days previous than me. I'm tired of younger women.

I want her about two inch brusque than you with brunette wavy tomentum, in shape, sexy as hell, killer whale grin, nice boobs and loves sex.

I want her to be really quick getting gear up for any procedure ... quicker than you !

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

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

I want her to be well traveled, culturally diverse, and a social butterfly stroke in any room wide-cut of citizenry.

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

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

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

I want her to be unspoiled at golf game and able to cycle with me.

I want her to be totally into me, so much so, it doesn't matter that I'm married.

I want her to find like it doesn't affair what we do as long as we are together."

And I want her to somehow be expecting me to show up in her life and is actually waiting for me."

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

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

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In exactly seven days I met that fair sex in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our setting and interest in with child contingent. She hit ... every ... single ... item on that list and maybe some former heart desires I neglected to let in. She had even had her palm read at a fundraiser party a month prior and was told the man of her ambition would soon show up.

She was also a very world political shape and one I later realized I had seen often on TV and regularly say about in the paper.

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

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 ! !"

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

Well ... that my friend was the dilemma I now faced. I knew going back might stand for my living would never be quite the Saami. I needed week to mull over that decision.

Stay tuned !