So play along with me.

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

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

Get some lube and start stroking because I'm doing this news report totally nude while playing with myself. Really. Not a stitch on with dual towels underneath my bum. I am indisputable I'm going to cum many clock time while writing this ... and these towels are going to be soaked.

Hey ! Don't look at my face or my puss. Look only at my breasts. See how my piquancy are so horny ? See how they are sticking straight out ? See how they shine all lubed up ? Wan na taste them ? At this very hour, they are top-notch spiritualist ! inclination over and put one in your mouth. make up it really difficult for me to type.

I love it when guys take the prison term to really love on my breasts. Most of you don't understand that when your caput is cradled on a woman's chest like mine, and you are sucking on my mammilla, it triggers herculean memories of my child suckling them. I get an old companion response just like when I'm nursing ... I orgasm. I loved nursing and would usually preserve doing so right up to my baby's ability to spill. Quitting with each child would've been so sad if not for Jim ... because he loved nursing on me too. He kept my Milk River flowing for some fourth dimension after I quit with a child.

Listen to me. When he or any former guy starts sucking on my nipple, you"become my child"in that bit. I looooove it ! I get off imagining you are my baby. And if you were the right hand type of guy that loved being my baby too ... I'd want to put you in nappy and pee-pee you look like my child during our playtime. Would you like that ? Would you want to be my baby ?

Remember this in case I ever do purloin up with you.

Sadly, I'm not sure many guys understand how good"a man baby"feels to a woman like me. add up on over. We can spiel.

fountainhead I've been playing with my breast while thinking about what to compose in this story. It's been unmanageable typing. My fingers are very oily and actually ... All I really want to do is trifle with these two engorged beauties. Oh gawd this is proficient. While I'm pinching and rolling them, I'm imagining you are right here suckling them while stroking that beautiful peter of yours. Oh I want to feel your nous on my breast. Damn. Where are you ? ? I want you here !

My button 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 look ... I'm swinging the president away from my desk and computer and inching my ass to the edge of this expensive executive death chair.

Now ... kneel down between my pegleg. Now ! !

Gently lick all around my pussy. Hurry up and go genuine slow. Yes ! Ok, now slide that tongue down to my fissure. That's sooo unspoilt. Here, let me lean back and put one foot on the desk and the other on the filing cabinet. Do you like seeing me all splayed out for you ? Well then, spread my cheeks and lick my asshole. Go ahead. It's sporty. I just showered. Oh gawd that feeling good. nose your tongue in as far as you can. Good. Very good. In and out now. Don't stop ... don't you dare fucking hitch ! Ugg holy crap I'm cumming. Fucking grand ! I always cum hard when you do that !

Ok. point of view up. semen here. I want your peter. I love sucking a new cock. When I'm in this kinda humor I DO NOT desire Jim's cock. Not now. It's got to be new. It's got to be yours !

OMG I love your cock. I love feeling it swell in my mouthpiece. semen 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 thought I want to type out before I loose them. Typing with a cock in my mouth ... looney fun. I wish I could do Thomas More affair with your cock in my sass. Like doing the lulu. Cleaning the sign of the zodiac. Taking a bath. With your cock in my mouth, every damn everyday thing would be so much fun !

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

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

See what happens when a girlfriend has a peter in her oral fissure ?

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 edge. Scoot forward. Oh my. You smell near. I like sucking one ball at a time into my mouth. Would you like that ?

Ok. See how my lips are shaped like an o-ring ? I'm going to sop up real gruelling and pull one through my small mouth ring. It's gunna take some movement. Kinda like trying to suck a"Wendy's Frosty"up through a wheat. Got ta suck really really hard. Ok. Here we go. Oh this is not going to be well-off. I'm sucking really hard now. Almost. Little harder. little longer.

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

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

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

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

There's no crying in"sucsacball !"

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

Ok. Here we go ... almost there. A trivial harder. to a greater extent. More ! Oh my oral fissure is tired. Got ta rest.

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

Now I'm going to clamp my lips down with your chunk and sac in my oral fissure and pull out a little bit. Just a petty. 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 little farther. Oh infant hold still !

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

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

Oh baby. Please block off cry !

So ... You want to roleplay sometime ?

Think Asheville baby !

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Sex is fun. sexual mental imagery is gaga fun, always new, always unpredictable, always hot. It's your mental imagery that makes recreational sex possible. And recreational sex is what all of our taradiddle are about. We are sharing them because so few people seem to appreciate how amorousness can be so healthy for their judgment and physical structure. It keeps them both youth ! And just as important, it keeps you exercising your right brain in our give brain dominate world.

Here's the catch. Post orgasmic letdown can be a gripe for both men and women. Jim and I've talked a clump 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 signified and most of what we've done will seem lecherous, licentious and even disgusting. That ole left mind just doesn't get it. It likes regulation. lots of upright ole linguistic rule that generate its sense of self righteousness.

Sexual vision ... not so much.

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

Would you even take account it ? Would you just judge me as some crazy hussy ? Could I trust you with my sexy secrets ? If I do, would you assure not to assure ?

Golly, this is our 13th chronicle 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.

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fountainhead here goes. I'm picking up from the finis yoke stories with Frank and Sharon. I'm going to share two encounters that are directly related and made possible by them. Those two"intimate deviants"really launched us into the stratosphere of sexuality.

The Night the foursome of us Fucked

Every adult female should get a chance to fuck hot dog ! At least once. Frank is a"man's man."But he's really talented as a woman's man ! Alpha, virile, tall, hefty, big hands, big invertebrate foot and an unreal, yummy, big fat cock.

Fucking Frank is like sitting in the passenger buns during a Trans-Am raceway with weenie at the bicycle. It's gunna be unbalanced fasting, scary most of the fourth dimension, bouncing all over the billet, destiny of tawdry sounds, a sense of no control condition, and every sense experience you will have will be at an intensity you didn't know existed. Let me explain.

weenie doesn't just lick or suck your bosom. He devours them. I'm not sure anyone has ever attacked mine with such vigor. I'm telling ya girls ... you ain't had your tits sucked until Frank gets his chance with you ! When he grabbed me, I realized I no longer could name the shots. He fucking scared me. The ferocity of what he did was exactly my"fantasy rape"and when he started ravishing my mamilla, it set the tone for everything to follow. His sass was like a vacuum heart that could pull almost my integral breast into it. His tongue was as enthusiastic as some hungry dog licking his roll clean ... and almost as big. His lips were like my best vibrator. This boy could hum.

When he finally went down south, he had me trembling with fearful anticipation. Actually I was scared shitless. He began eating me like he was starving and there was an entire meal between my legs. From inner thigh to inner thigh, every little pip experienced his lips, his tongue and his teeth. Gawd, I'm getting shivers just thinking about it and that was over XX geezerhood ago !

even though I felt like I was in the arm of a behemoth, his compounding of finger and tongue was masterful. I had clit climax and G daub climax and combining of both many times before he ever let his shaft enter me. He gave me the most rapid series of orgasms I've ever had and child, it was shockingly scary.

And then ... that big fat hanker cock came dwelling to the company.

Now I want to stop and interject something. Size does subject ... somewhat ... but generally girls were very leery of guy rope with big cocks at our clubs. Those son often banged your neck hard and you would be fucking sore ... for days.

Not Frank. His cock was so big around it seemed unacceptable 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 nous at the ingress of my baby golf hole and pushed with a slow steady powerful pressure level. Gawd it was slow and my totally trunk was screaming for him to slam it in.

Now girls, this is what you need to feel at least once in your life ... You need to feel your puss 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 special.

Gawd it was outstanding and just like he intended it to feel with all my heart conclusion firing at the same time.

Once in, he gently pushed and massaged my cervix with the tip of his long rooster. 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 spot, is normally a woman's highest orgasmic trigger ? Frank did. It also is the opening to the uterus and when properly aroused, that little opening widens right up and suction sperm deep into the womb. The cervix is the gateway sister ! ]

During that string of orgasm, I'm sure my cervical curtain raising was stretched astray receptive 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 moment all that I was thinking, all that I wanted, all that I was feeling, was for him to make me a baby. Seriously and honestly.

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

My intact womb was on fervour with a desire I had never experienced, even when Jim was impregnating me. I fucking wanted him to strike hard me up. I never knew a unusual man could do that to me ... making me require nothing more than to have his baby.

Girls, Frank knew some primal pregnancy secrets that I think no one I've been with prior or since has known. This man should've sired hundred of child cuz I fucking wanted my side by side one to be his ! In that special instant ... I needed one ! I craved one ! He made me tremble and cry for one like some primal woman. And I bet a lot of fair sex would have felt exactly the Lapp. Sorry guy, husbands, Padre ...

None of you are in Frank's fucking conference.

Sounds looney huh ? Sounds fucking dangerous to nigh of you I bet. But wow what a moment in meter. I'm so glad I got to get him. deep down inside he made me feel like the most suitable, most beautiful, and nearly intimate charwoman in the entire world. He changed me from some little little girl playing with sex, to a woman that would always want sex and would make it whenever and wherever she delight.

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

Ok. enough typewriting and reminiscing. Now I've got ta pattern out a way to make clean up this very oily keyboard and soaked towels !

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

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 party and came back to their mansion for drinks and hazard what happened ? Surprise surprisal. We hooked up. We both went to separate rooms at 9:30 and we didn't end the amour d'amour until 4:00am. That's right field, six and a one-half hours of non stop sex. Well, for me and Sharon it was non stop ... massage-sex-massage. Longest most thrilling and somewhat exhausting sexual night of my life story.

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 up-to-the-minute.

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

Sharon is about 5'9"but feels more like 6 ’. She is a broad unassailable brawny cleaning lady 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 surefooted, very experienced, very smart, very intuitive, and maybe telepathic. It will only take her a few minute of arc with you to feature you completely"figured out."That makes her a bit intimidating to well-nigh guys including me. I was attracted to her from the beginning but ... didn't ... quite ... confidence her. But ... there was a game changer ... I could tell she really liked me. In fact, I knew she wanted me as her private lover sport 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 spectacular as what Ash had with frankfurter. 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 great one. A very long one. Actually two great ones, both her dead body and then her hair.

Now if you've been following along, you know I had been developing my own little mesmeric hair clout, scalp massage matter. My plan was to waitress until her whole body got worked over really well in an oily massage. And I mean her stallion body, slow down, with no clock running. That took 2-3 hrs. Then I switched to a light fingertip touch, carnal erotic dash, ( the form where I was grazing more pilus than peel ) which led into extended and varied venereal playing period and with Sharon, that meant unnumerable orgasms. I can remember giving her oral. maledict what a slit. There was a masculine look to it. It was strong and house and had a program line to it. Loved every minute of playing with it. She tasted great.

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

Before I was ready to block, she insisted I fuck her ( actually I'm not sure who fucked whom ) and we did it in every imaginable position several sentence ! It's hard to distinguish it now. I think we both were way into some kind of castrate commonwealth where you can't remember the details. It just lasted a long time and seemed like such an athletic event, that I never came. Thank God ! That would've been such a rookie type overplus.

And then the tomentum pull began.

Sharon not only has massive bosom, she has long thick juicy semi-curly hair's-breadth all the way down her back and covering her butt. It was more fun playing with that hair than any former I have pulled. It simply was alien and hypnotic. She orgasmed multiple times by just messing with those beautiful curl. Let me tell ya, causing an climax in a woman without ever touching her soundbox is always the best ! Uniquely the beneficial. And I think that was the moment that caused her to desire me as her toy.

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

Sharon had a lot to teach me about sensual lightness touch and the substantially part in her repertoire was her endless, incredibly sensuous"whisker sweeps."She used that foresightful whisker of hers to slowly drag-sweep my dead body in both commission, both fast and slow, and intermittently whipped me with it, causing exquisite min stings. I don't fuck how foresightful 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 soft prick. 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 sassing ( when at the time I never did that to a char. )

Sharon was not going to be denied. She wouldn't displume away when I told her to and that made the intensiveness of my flood tide 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 panoptic awake !

Yea. I know. I could've given you many more than details. But hey. This is Ash's fib. I'll let her end up and see if she can type while I play with her clit !

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[ Have you read our story # 11 ? If not, you should go do that now. It's one of my pet and what I'm going to ploughshare with you, the game record changer of all our nights, will make much more sense once you have. ]

The Night That Changed Everything

existence part of sexy scenes at Sharon's crazy clubhouse was over the top fun for everyone, but especially me. I suspect recondite inside every cleaning lady has a desire to be an exhibitionist. For me it's the outrageousness of it all, the vivid attention you feel, the sheer adoration of your torso, and your perceived sexiness.

In gain, if there were 60 or to a greater extent men, almost of whom were handsome, flush, commercial enterprise types in the way, 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 nightspot ?"

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

No. Maybe it was playing out the aspect with some sexy guy or sexy woman who was equally charged up and cognisant we were there to perform. Yea, that changed everything. It always felt like we were making a erotica film.

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

It wasn't.

There was an unutterable satin flower, mantrap and wholesomeness to those fit. Really. I bet you don't believe me, but if you had been there you would've felt it too.

Ok. So this night I'm into another scene just like former nighttime except for this ... At the pre-party seminar during the afternoon, I got to match one the most deliciously handsome Cy Young men I've ever seen. He was much younger, maybe 24 at the most ; a very late boner and probably a nerd growing up ; had found the cabaret on the web ; and of course got sweet-talk to move all the way from N Carolinas to feel it all. Sharon is resistless ! ( This guy was only a few years old than my son ! And Sharon was again setting me up with someone without my knowledge. )

So when we met that good afternoon, he naturally was very interest in getting to have it away me. Lucky me ! We talked and talked and shared the repast together while holding hands. It was cute at world-class and then surprisingly became quite hot. I was dripping before the meal was over and I just wanted to go bang his Einstein out.

But since he had traveled so far to receive the political party, I had to restrain myself and take him there instead of his room and of course, let him watch out me perform. DE-licious ! I was wild that dark in that scene and all the while 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 defenseless, ) put my arms around his neck and laid one of the most passionate candy 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 elbow 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 untested guy from NC. Remember him from this afternoon ? He's so inexperient and really needs a woman like Ash. I hope it's alright because I've chased them off to his room. Is that ok ?"

Sometimes I really really loved Sharon ! ! !

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The point of this story is not what happened in his room. Yea it was capital and maybe my perfect scenario. I was clearly helping him evolve sexually and I love teaching guys all about sex. We did everything ... twice. Nah. Probably four or five times. Even though he had already cum twice at the party, I got him to cum FOUR Thomas More times ! Once in my mouth. Once between my tit. Once inside my pussycat. And just for fun, once in my ass. I love youth and their power to recoup !

In the end, we were both extremely sweaty sticky and exhausted. So after a quick"I'll goop you up and you can soap me up"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 beloved with my son. I will never forget it. I've never been interest in sept sex and I am to this day still surprised how the feeling of incest made the sex so damned acute with him. And that's all I want to say about that !

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

So I said ..."Sorry my devotee. I've got to run. Let me recognise 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 fuck him one Thomas More fourth dimension ... I scurried out the door, quite apprehensive about what experimental condition I'd chance Jim.

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Before I tell you what happened, you need some background data point that's very significant.

Jim and I had been in this lifestyle exactly four years at this decimal point. Sure we had done a lot of swinging. And Jim had been able to eff countless cleaning woman. I was happy for him. It made it well-heeled for me to fuck as many men as I wanted.

But retrieve how this all started in our first few history with Alex ? We got into this new unpaid sex modus vivendi through the incredible deliciousness of experiencing Hot Wife-ing. Jim loved it and I loved it. But because it was"the room access we went through"on our way into this life-style, the Hot Wife thing typed regurgitate our erotic induction ... much more than swinging did later on. For me, swinging never was nearly as much fun as being Jim's Hot wife. I'm pretty certainly Jim felt the Same way too.

So ... Over these four yr this Hot Wife had acquired a bevy of hot Guy. About 20 to be exact. They all served different purposes. Not all were local anesthetic. Not all were available for regular hook ups. But they gave me option. They were always there in my consciousness, and it wasn't uncommon to amount home and happen four different guys who had left a message on my answering simple machine. These kind of intimate alternative created a serious unfairness with me and Jim.

He didn't have a single woman that he could satisfy with outside the clubs. Why ? It wasn't at all because he couldn't attract them. It was all about his ethical standard. In his middle, the image of a creepy guy was someone who was married and trying to seduce and escort cleaning woman. 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 adult female. You can day of the month any guy you want, married or not, and that guy is going to take what you give him and say ‘ Use me, use me !'But cleaning lady are dissimilar. They are lenient and vulnerable and easily hurt when they feel used by some schmuck. I just can't do that. I can't escort individual while being married !"

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

Just like that very night ...

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well I did it again. Got carried away in that spectacular moment and forgot about Jim. I'm sure many of you will adjudicate me for continually doing that to him but believe me it's hard managing all those kinetics well. You got ta commemorate I am talking about earth shaking experiences with new people. It ain't prosperous to get by and I just wanted Jim to get that dilemma too. He needed to so he could be a bit more intellect with me.

Well ... I could tell Jim was mad again. This variety of thing was literally the only thing we argued about. But he was sang-froid. He had helped clean house up the entire company while he waited for me and after was sitting there waiting for me to deliver.

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

So we left the hotel a piddling after 3:00 and at first few words were shared between us during the 40 minute drive home base. I was skittish. Jim wasn't talking. And the longer he kept quiet the more guilty I felt. But finally he said ...

"Ash, do you have any idea what you put me through when you do something like that ? I was bored out of my intellect for time of day. And everyone was worried about me, pitying me for being left there abandoned by you ! Do you bed 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 apologize. 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 cypher to do with my dear and veneration to you. That's as strong as ever. You just don't seem to ever get how difficult it is to make do different buff. They have belief too. And during such intense sexual experiences like tonight I am holding their deepest intimate psychic in my hands. Being careful with it is the most significant thing to me. I never want to hurt you but I just can't always think of you in the moment ! Dammit Jim ! You need a relationship with a cleaning lady ! You are wrong about them. There are peck of women out there that would screw your kind of attending and would be thrilled if they could have it without it meaning you would be around 24/7. I've heard all your self-justification. Now tell me. What sort of char WOULD you consider dating ?"

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Ok. That's Ashley's side of the story. It was a very very intense consequence for both of us. Very primary in nature and I heard this response flow out of me in an uncommonly forceful way that seemed like I was just a bystander watching it all bump ...

"I would care a woman two years older than me. I'm tired of younger women.

I want her about two inch little than you with brunette wavelike hair, in shape, sexy as sin, slayer smile, squeamish boobs and loves sex.

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

I want her to be smart and mortal who loves to read, way into record book, yet is very very gymnastic.

I want her to have a very standardised backdrop to me growing up, her hometown, her parents and family, and have similar breeding, like being a teacher and majoring in math.

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

I want her to be non-materialistic and well-situated with having a lot or a footling.

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

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

I want her to be good at golf and capable to cycle with me.

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

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

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

screw ! 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 unsufferable, I discarded it, not thinking about it again all hebdomad.

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In exactly seven days I met that cleaning woman in a most unusual way. It was shocking and equally spooky for both of us ... as we shared our backgrounds and interests in neat detail. She hit ... every ... unity ... item on that list and maybe some early heart desires I neglected to include. She had even had her medal read at a fundraiser company a calendar month prior and was told the man of her pipe dream would soon show up.

She was also a very populace political build and one I later realized I had seen often on TV and regularly read about in the report.

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

This was no small-scale serendipity.

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

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

"infernal region no Ash ! It's way to spooky, scary 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 mean my animation would never be quite the Lapp. I needed hebdomad to mull over that decision.

stop tuned !