I remember the day I met J. I was working and the day was December 24,2008. The first communications from J arrived via Ashley Madison. He was on a cruise and wrote the most beautiful email. Others followed until his return. He was eager to meet
and it was decided he would come to my place of business. Yes, it was Christmas Eve and I really needed to not become distracted due to family obligations.
When J came through the door I was pleasantly surprised to see a man dressed in corporate attire. He was wearing a longer overcoat and a hat. I of course made sure I was looking my best. J was not unhappy or disapointed when he saw me. We made small talk and I could feel his eyes on me . He wanted to be closer . When J looks at me , I feel adored.
I decided to give him the tour of the place. That takes all of 30 seconds and we're in the back hallway. I had smoked pot a while earlier to relax my normally control freak brain. So there I am leaning up against the wall and he is looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes. It was all very electric. The anticipation of the first kiss.
He kissed me hard and pressed his body against mine. We kissed for awhile and I did not protest when he moved to my breasts.( J you can correct me if I have it wrong, after all I was stoned)
Our kissing in the hall was so fucking hot that I again didn't protest when he slid his hand inside my pants without undoing them. I couldn't believe his hand slid effortlessly between my very tight pants and my skin. He could feel how wet I was...
Time was very short, so we put ourselves in order. It didn't matter that we had just met. We had the chemistry and the fire to begin an affair.
March 30, 2010
March 29, 2010
What is it with Mikes?
I don't know why "The Mikes" ( not their real name) of the world turn out to be the loves of my life. Sort of.
It started when I was twelve when Mike #1 showed an interest in me. I had developed breasts fairly early and realized the new power they gave me over men and boys. I could totally veer off course to breast talk but this post is about "The Mikes"
So Mike #1 wasn't a very nice Mike. I was only 12 but I'm fairly sure he had an abusive household.
It took six years to meet Mike #2. I loved him immediately. He was 21 and fresh out of the Army. I had never met anyone like him. In the service he was a Paratrooper and really fucking confident. He once told me the only thing the Army taught him to do was kill people. Again I digress. He also knew how to make me cum . The memory of Mike #2 and everything we shared good and bad has haunted me for 27 years. My heart ached for years because of a choice I made. The dreams I would have over the years... always the same thing.
In my dreams I always want to tell him something but in the 100's of Mike#2 dreams I never get to tell him. I still keep track of where he is. Thank you Internet!
When I discovered Ashley Madison in 2007 I met Mike#3. The whole story of how I ended up on a married but wanting to cheat dating site isn't relative at the moment. Mike#3 and I wrote emails and talked on the phone for hours sometimes. When I met him in the Denny's Parking lot for the first time he looked like everything I find attractive. Neither of us expected to feel the way we did. He said that it was like being at the top of the world when he was with me and then he would be so down when he had to go back to his real life. But he's a family man and broke it off with me before we had the chance to have sex. It's safe to say we were falling in love and that was not an option for us. I was heart broken and felt an emptiness I hadn't felt since Mike#2. There are actually updates to Mike#3 but I'm saving that for another time.
At last Mike#4. Actually, all this Mike talk has worn me out. So to be continued....
Next post you'll meet Mike#4 and Mike#3 will again tempt me.
It started when I was twelve when Mike #1 showed an interest in me. I had developed breasts fairly early and realized the new power they gave me over men and boys. I could totally veer off course to breast talk but this post is about "The Mikes"
So Mike #1 wasn't a very nice Mike. I was only 12 but I'm fairly sure he had an abusive household.
It took six years to meet Mike #2. I loved him immediately. He was 21 and fresh out of the Army. I had never met anyone like him. In the service he was a Paratrooper and really fucking confident. He once told me the only thing the Army taught him to do was kill people. Again I digress. He also knew how to make me cum . The memory of Mike #2 and everything we shared good and bad has haunted me for 27 years. My heart ached for years because of a choice I made. The dreams I would have over the years... always the same thing.
In my dreams I always want to tell him something but in the 100's of Mike#2 dreams I never get to tell him. I still keep track of where he is. Thank you Internet!
When I discovered Ashley Madison in 2007 I met Mike#3. The whole story of how I ended up on a married but wanting to cheat dating site isn't relative at the moment. Mike#3 and I wrote emails and talked on the phone for hours sometimes. When I met him in the Denny's Parking lot for the first time he looked like everything I find attractive. Neither of us expected to feel the way we did. He said that it was like being at the top of the world when he was with me and then he would be so down when he had to go back to his real life. But he's a family man and broke it off with me before we had the chance to have sex. It's safe to say we were falling in love and that was not an option for us. I was heart broken and felt an emptiness I hadn't felt since Mike#2. There are actually updates to Mike#3 but I'm saving that for another time.
At last Mike#4. Actually, all this Mike talk has worn me out. So to be continued....
Next post you'll meet Mike#4 and Mike#3 will again tempt me.
March 27, 2010
Raven Starts Raving
I have started this blog because one of my lovers thinks I have something to say. In truth I always have a lot to say.
I am an admitted control freak which my therapist calls hyper-vigilance. I'm not a" I need to have everything perfect" control freak. I envy those people because their houses are clean as can be. I wish I had the control freak clean house gene, but I do not.
First thing you should know about me is that I have embraced my ADD(Attention Deficit Disorder). What does that mean to you the reader? Well, if you have any hope of appreciating my quirky sense of self than it's only fair to arm you with the tools needed. For example ,you and I are having a conversation and I see a gigantic bird fly between two poles. My brain becomes distracted marveling about how BIG that bird is. Or possibly I was simply fucking bored with the conversation and the bird really was as big as Mothra.
Next, I'll tell you what I always tell potential employees during the interview process, I swear. A lot. I then tell them if they have delicate ears this might not be the job for them. I never swear at people( in the car doesn't count). So if the word FUCK offends you or any of it's relatives such a fucking, fucker, fucking assholes, dumb fuck, stupid fuck, cluster fuck or my current favorite Jesus Fuck ,this blog probably isn't for you. I think I will do post in the future all about swearing.
I think that's all the blogging energy I have at the moment. So until we meet again remember If it walks like a duck, quacks like duck , it's probably a fucking duck.
I am an admitted control freak which my therapist calls hyper-vigilance. I'm not a" I need to have everything perfect" control freak. I envy those people because their houses are clean as can be. I wish I had the control freak clean house gene, but I do not.
First thing you should know about me is that I have embraced my ADD(Attention Deficit Disorder). What does that mean to you the reader? Well, if you have any hope of appreciating my quirky sense of self than it's only fair to arm you with the tools needed. For example ,you and I are having a conversation and I see a gigantic bird fly between two poles. My brain becomes distracted marveling about how BIG that bird is. Or possibly I was simply fucking bored with the conversation and the bird really was as big as Mothra.
Next, I'll tell you what I always tell potential employees during the interview process, I swear. A lot. I then tell them if they have delicate ears this might not be the job for them. I never swear at people( in the car doesn't count). So if the word FUCK offends you or any of it's relatives such a fucking, fucker, fucking assholes, dumb fuck, stupid fuck, cluster fuck or my current favorite Jesus Fuck ,this blog probably isn't for you. I think I will do post in the future all about swearing.
I think that's all the blogging energy I have at the moment. So until we meet again remember If it walks like a duck, quacks like duck , it's probably a fucking duck.
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