So wreak along with me.

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

I don't care what size it is. All stopcock are fun. I've never gotten tired of them even though I've played with to a greater extent than you would trust.

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

Hey ! Don't aspect at my brass or my puss. Look only at my chest. See how my nips are so aroused ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very second, they are super spiritualist ! tilt over and put one in your sassing. hold it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when guys take the time to really love on my breasts. almost of you don't understand that when your headway is cradled on a woman's dresser like mine, and you are sucking on my mamilla, it triggers mighty memories of my babies suckling them. I get an old fellow reply just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually bear on doing so right up to my sister's power to talk. Quitting with each child would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved breast feeding on me too. He kept my milk flowing for some time after I quit with a child.

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

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

Sadly, I'm not sure many guy understand how good"a man baby"feels to a woman like me. make out on over. We can bring.

Well I've been playing with my knocker while thinking about what to write in this narrative. It's been difficult typewriting. My fingers are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is play with these two engorged beauties. Oh gawd this is unspoiled. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are right here suckling them while stroking that beautiful cock of yours. Oh I want to feel your mind on my breast. 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 actor's line at a time. I'm imagining you being right here right now. So await ... I'm swinging the chair away from my desk and computer and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive executive chair.

Now ... kneel down between my ramification. Now ! !

Gently lick all around my pussy. hurriedness up and go genuine slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my crack. That's sooo serious. Here, let me tend back and put one base on the desk and the former on the filing cabinet. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, spread my cheeks and lick my whoreson. Go ahead. It's sportsmanlike. I just showered. Oh gawd that flavor adept. Poke your tongue in as far as you can. effective. Very good. In and out now. Don't stop ... don't you dare fucking stop ! Ugg holy bullshit I'm cumming. Fucking terrific ! I always cum hard when you do that !

Ok. sales booth up. Come here. I want your putz. 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 peter. I love feeling it swell in my mouth. Come over with me to the desk. And don't you pull it out. I will bite down if I sense you pulling out !

Ok. I've got some musical theme I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a stopcock in my back talk ... Crazy fun. I wish I could do Sir Thomas More things with your cock in my mouth. Like doing the dish. Cleaning the mansion. Taking a bath. With your turncock in my oral fissure, every tinker's damn mundane thing would be so much fun !

Your cock could be my aphrodisiac pacifier. Oh I wan na hold open it. Can I please please ?

Or maybe ... it could become"my cigar."I like cigars ! Hmm ... Maybe that's why you guys sleep with long fat cigars. Tactile unwritten phallic symbolization. Damn. 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 globe ?

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

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

Ok. See how my lips are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to suck actual surd and pull one through my diminished lip ring. It's gunna take some effort. Kinda like trying to suck a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a straw. Got ta suck really really gruelling. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be easy. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. picayune harder. Little thirster.

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

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

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

Oh ... ok. So just unstrain now. This one might take a minuscule foresightful. Oh baby. Are you crying ?

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

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

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

Ok. Let's try this again. I'm determined this time. I WILL suck it down to size. A little more. Harder. Harder. As punishing as I can ! Almost there ... Pop ! Wow. I've got ‘ em both in my mouth. Wasn't that neat ! What ? You can't talk ?

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

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

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

Oh baby. Please block rallying cry !

So ... You want to play sometime ?

Think Asheville babe !

—————-

Sex is fun. intimate imagination is unhinged fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your imagination that makes amateur sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our account are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to treasure how eroticism can be so sizable for their intellect and eubstance. It keeps them both new ! And just as important, it keeps you exercising your right hand brain in our left brain dominate world.

Here's the taking into custody. Post orgasmic letdown can be a bitch for both men and women. Jim and I've talked a cluster about that throughout this series. And if you are trying to interpret our stuff 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 normal. Lots of honest ole rule that generate its sense of ego righteousness.

Sexual imaginativeness ... not so much.

So I'm sitting here contemplating if I want to tell you certain other affair 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 enigma ? If I do, would you promise not to narrate ?

Golly, this is our thirteenth 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 judge.

——————-

Well here goes. I'm picking up from the last couple tale with Frank and Sharon. I'm going to share two confrontation that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"sexual pervert"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The Night the Four of us Fucked

Every cleaning woman should get a chance to do it 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 manpower, big feet and an unreal, yummy, big fat peter.

shtup Frank is like sitting in the rider can during a Trans-Am race with Frank at the roulette wheel. It's gunna be crazy fasting, scary nearly of the time, bouncing all over the place, stacks of gaudy sounds, a horse sense of no ascendance, and every maven you will have will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

weenie doesn't just lick or suck your dummy. He devours them. I'm not sure anyone has ever attacked mine with such dynamism. I'm telling ya daughter ... you ain't had your tits sucked until Frank gets his opportunity with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could call the shots. He fucking scared me. The violence of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rape"and when he started ravishing my tits, it set the tone for everything to conform to. His rima oris was like a vacuum ticker that could pull almost my integral knocker into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some thirsty dog licking his trough clean ... and almost as big. His lip were like my C. H. Best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with fearful anticipation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an entire meal between my pegleg. From inner thigh to inner thigh, every little dapple experienced his lips, his tongue 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 fingers and tongue was masterful. I had clit orgasms and G point orgasms and combination of both many clip before he ever let his cock enter me. He gave me the most rapid series of climax I've ever had and baby, it was shockingly scary.

And then ... that big fat long dick came home to the company.

Now I want to blockade and put in something. Size does matter ... somewhat ... but generally missy were very leery of guy rope with big cocks at our clubs. Those boys often banged your cervix hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

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

He put that mushroom head at the entryway of my infant hole and pushed with a slow steady powerful pressure. Gawd it was deadening and my whole consistency was screaming for him to bang it in.

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

Gawd it was great and just like he intended it to finger with all my cheek endings firing at the same clip.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my cervix with the tip of his farsighted 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 stop.

[ Did you know the neck, or the X spot, is normally a char's eminent orgasmic trigger ? frankfurter did. It also is the opening to the uterus and when properly aroused, that little opening widens right up and sucking sperm deep into the womb. The cervix is the gateway baby ! ]

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

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

My entire womb was on fervency with a desire I had never experienced, even when Jim was impregnating me. I fucking wanted him to knock me up. I never knew a strange man could do that to me ... making me want nothing Thomas More than to accept his baby.

young woman, Frank knew some primal gestation mystery that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired hundreds of baby cuz I fucking wanted my next one to be his ! In that exceptional moment ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me tremble and cry for one like some primal adult female. And I bet a lot of women would have felt exactly the Saami. Sorry guys, husbands, fathers ...

None of you are in dog's fucking league.

Sounds crazy huh ? Sounds fucking life-threatening to most of you I bet. But wow what a moment in fourth dimension. I'm so happy I got to have him. Deep down inside he made me feel like the most desirable, most beautiful, and most sexual cleaning lady in the entire populace. He changed me from some little young woman playing with sex, to a cleaning lady that would always want sex and would exact it whenever and wherever she pleased.

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

Ok. Enough typewriting and reminiscing. Now I've got ta chassis out a way to scavenge up this very oily keyboard and soaked towels !

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

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

—————-

My fuck 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 household for drinks and guess what happened ? Surprise surprise. We hooked up. We both went to fork elbow room at 9:30 and we didn't end the amour d'intimacy until 4:00am. That's right, six and a half minute of non stop sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most thrilling and somewhat exhausting sexual dark of my life.

Here's the thing. It felt timeless. I was absolutely ball over 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 chance with her. Let me describe this peeress.

Sharon is about 5'9"but feels more like 6 ’. She is a broad strong sinewy woman and I'd guess easily 170 lbs, but not fat at all. She's as sexy in body as in her personality. She's very confident, very live, very saucy, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only deal her a few proceedings with you to birth you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to most guy rope including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... trustingness her. But ... there was a game changer ... I could order she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private fan play toy. God only knows what she would've done with me in that persona.

Well this Nox bonded us. I'm not for certain 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 start a dinner massage nightclub )

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

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own little mesmerizing whisker pull, scalp massage thing. My plan was to wait until her whole body got worked over really well in an oily massage. And I mean her stallion body, dull, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a light fingertip sense of touch, sensual erotic style, ( the kind where I was grazing more than hair than skin ) which led into extended and varied genital play and with Sharon, that meant countless orgasms. I can remember giving her viva voce. Damn what a puss. There was a masculine feel to it. It was strong and firm and had a command to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted capital.

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

Before I was gear up to lay off, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable berth various multiplication ! It's surd to line it now. I think we both were way into some sort of altered United States Department of State where you can't remember the details. It just lasted a farseeing time and seemed like such an athletic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type embarrassment.

And then the haircloth pull began.

Sharon not only has massive boobs, she has long loggerheaded voluptuous semi-curly tomentum all the way down her back and covering her hind end. It was more fun playing with that hair than any other I have pulled. It simply was exotic and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple meter 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 best ! Uniquely the best. And I think that was the second 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 carnal brightness level skin senses and the best theatrical role in her repertory was her endless, incredibly sensuous"hair sweeps."She used that foresightful hair of hers to slowly drag-sweep my body in both counsel, both fast and retard, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing exquisite minute stings. I don't fuck how long that lasted. But it was long. Long enough for me to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

I remember it all ending with her sucking my completely flaccid cock. What she did to me wasn't a 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 strong thing about it. She insisted on me coming in her lip ( when at the metre I never did that to a charwoman. )

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

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

Yea. I know. I could've given you many Sir Thomas More details. But hey. This is Ash's level. I'll let her finish and see if she can type while I play with her clit !

—————-

[ Have you show our write up # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my favorite and what I'm going to part with you, the secret plan changer of all our nights, will make much more than sentience once you have. ]

The nighttime That Changed Everything

Being function of sexy scenes at Sharon's crazy social club was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect trench inside every woman has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the outrageousness of it all, the vivid attention you feel, the sheer idolisation of your dead body, and your perceived sexiness.

In summation, if there were 60 or Sir Thomas More men, most 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 longsighted before finally attending.

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

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

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

No. I think what really made it acute is that we had an audience, a bombastic interview and all standing just a few understructure away. And, ( and this is a very big"and,") they were all bare and stroking their rattling shaft. Sounds kinda depraved doesn't it ?

It wasn't.

There was an indescribable money plant, dish and wholesomeness to those picture. Really. I bet you don't believe me, but if you had been there you would've felt it too.

Ok. So this Nox I'm into another setting just like other Night except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to meet one the most deliciously well-favored new men I've ever seen. He was much young, maybe 24 at the most ; a really late bloomer and probably a nerd growing up ; had found the baseball club on the web ; and of course got blarney to travel all the way from N Carolina to see it all. Sharon is irresistible ! ( This guy was only a few old age 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 interested in getting to sleep with me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the repast together while holding work force. It was cute at firstly 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 political party, I had to limit myself and take him there instead of his room and of course, let him watch me perform. DE-licious ! I was wild 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 bare, ) put my subdivision 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 room !"

We wasted no prison term and as we were leaving the political 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 Cy Young guy from NC. Remember him from this good afternoon ? He's so inexperienced and really needs a woman like Ash. I hope it's alright because I've chased them off to his room. Is that ok ?"

Sometimes I really really loved Sharon ! ! !

——————

The point of this account is not what happened in his elbow room. Yea it was great and maybe my perfect tense scenario. I was clearly helping him evolve sexually and I love teaching cat 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 times ! Once in my mouth. Once between my booby. Once inside my pussy. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their ability to recover !

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

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

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

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

So with one long lasting sensuous kiss that got me all wet again and very tempted to fuck him one more metre ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what term I'd receive Jim.

—————

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

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four year at this period. Sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to have a go at it multitudinous fair sex. I was happy for him. It made it easy for me to sleep together as many men as I wanted.

But call up how this all started in our start 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 matter typed cast our erotic trigger ... much More than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as much fun as being Jim's Hot Wife. I'm somewhat for certain Jim felt the Saame way too.

So ... Over these four years this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot bozo. About XX to be exact. They all served different purposes. Not all were local. Not all were useable for regular hooking ups. But they gave me options. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to come home and find four dissimilar cat who had left a message on my reply automobile. These kind of sexual option created a grievous inequity with me and Jim.

He didn't have a individual charwoman that he could see with outside the clubs. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't pull in them. It was all about his ethical measure. In his oculus, the paradigm of a creepy guy was soul who was married and trying to seduce and day of the month 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 escort any guy you want, married or not, and that guy is going to hold what you give him and say ‘ Use me, use me !'But adult female are unlike. They are flaccid and vulnerable and easily hurt when they feel used by some schmuck. I just can't do that. I can't date somebody while being hook up with !"

So that was our narration 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 night ...

—————

fountainhead I did it again. Got carried away in that spectacular import 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 dynamic well. You got ta remember I am talking about dry land shaking experiences with new people. It ain't slowly to manage and I just wanted Jim to experience that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more understand with me.

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

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

So we left the hotel a little after 3:00 and at first few words were shared between us during the 40 arcminute thrust home. I was neural. Jim wasn't talking. And the thirster he kept quiet down the more hangdog 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 have intercourse what that says to them about our marriage ?"

WHAT IT LOOKS the likes of TO OTHERS ? Well that did it. I didn't feel like I needed to excuse. 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 life and devotion to you. That's as substantial as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to grapple different lovers. They have feelings too. And during such intense intimate experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest sexual psychic in my hands. Being measured with it is the most important matter 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 kinship with a woman ! You are wrong about them. There are pot of cleaning lady out there that would love your variety of care and would be thrilled if they could have it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your excuses. Now tell me. What form of woman WOULD you consider dating ?"

——————

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

"I would care a cleaning lady two years aged than me. I'm tired of younger women.

I want her about two column inch brusque than you with brunette wavy hair, in figure, sexy as hell, slayer smile, nice boobs and loves sex.

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

I want her to be bright and someone who loves to show, way into volume, yet is very very athletic.

I want her to have a very standardized background to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and family, and have standardised training, like being a teacher and majoring in mathematics.

I want her to be well traveled, culturally various, and a mixer butterfly stroke in any room full-of-the-moon of people.

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

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

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

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

I want her to be totally into me, so much so, it doesn't subject 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 life and is actually waiting for me."

roll in the hay ! Where did that come from ? It was a totally unexpected and out of the question list, one which I had never ever thought of, let alone construct. It came out powerfully and it left Ashley and me speechless.

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

——————-

In exactly seven days I met that woman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backcloth and interests in bang-up detail. She hit ... every ... bingle ... token on that inclination and maybe some other heart desires I neglected to include. She had even had her medal read at a fundraiser party a month prior and was told the man of her dreams would soon demo up.

She was also a very public political figure and one I later realized I had seen often on TV and regularly read about in the 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 tell me you ARE going back ! !"

"the pits no Ash ! It's way to spooky, shuddery and life-threatening 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 signify my spirit would never be quite the Saame. I needed hebdomad to contemplate over that decision.

stoppage tuned !