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My Affair I have read that a few of you are more interested in my affair and have asked for this blog to be about that. So here it is. It took place from Nov 2009 to Dec 2010 I didn't plan it. Or plan who it was with. I was 29 at the time. He was 18. He was my Husband's nephew. I will call him Arun for the sake of this blog. Arun was from Harrow and would visit with his mum, dad and little brother 6 or 7 times a year. He was good looking, had very broad shoulders and a strong jawline. It was one of the things that made him so attractive. The other was his confidence. A… Читать далее

When I was 43, I had a pregnancy scare after going to bed with a 20-year-old college guy I met at the beach at Galveston, Texas.  I hadn’t planned on having sex with anyone, but had gone to Galveston to relax at the beach while my husband was on a business trip.  We had an open marriage and I of course was allowed to take anyone to bed that I want to (as long as I told my husband every dirty detail later on). I was relaxing at the beach in bikini bottoms but wearing an over-sized t-shirt when I met a rather handsome young man while walking along the beach.  He had been walking… Читать далее

Jamie couldn't wait to get out of her clothes. It was her first business trip since the pandemic began and she was still uncomfortable being out in public, even with social distancing and masks. The flight was half empty, but she still felt confined in that cabin. Not even first class, afforded to her because of her platinum status, made her feel any more at ease. So in the cab to the hotel, she felt an urge to just get off these clothes, stuff them in a bag and have the hotel sanitize them in the wash. It's why she chose to go in just leggings and a sweatshirt, which is obviously on the cas… Читать далее

It is like a natural disaster on my body, it keep rising in temperature............throbbing, pulsating.......sticking to my legs. It just keeps on getting bigger and more loving..… Читать далее

It has taken a year of months But now I can understand why Nero fiddled as Rome burned and fell around him. I keep having dreams of this and you. your mixed in with the muddy faces in all those places their billowing smoke-stacks razor-wire and fresh snowfall. As we sit at our table in the front row porcelain hands surround us and leave the snow covered ground like frightened doves. Pointing to us to the stars to the only color here coming from the single rose that is our centerpiece. Whispering in your ear I wonder how love happens here in this world engulfed by the fire of black a… Читать далее

The trouble with love is that it is everywhere. You see it at the mall, the grocery store, the bookstore, at school, on TV, at church, in outdoor café’s, at indoor café’s, at the gym, on cruise ship’s, at airports, in the park and even at the zoo. Love surrounds us at all times but you can’t just reach out and take it. Love is the worlds most abundant resource and the most difficult to harvest. For those of us who have not yet found love in our own lives, love is like being thirsty on an island in the ocean, surrounded by water but unable to drink. Love is the treasure we all seek. It is… Читать далее

In the beginning, there was darkness, and in the darkness lived a whole crap load of darkness dwelling critters, chief among them… Vampires. Seriously, those were the good old days. Everything was dark. There was no sun, no stars, no moon, even the chocolate was dark (dark and delicious). We Vampires ruled the world. Humans back then were pathetic pale, hairless little creatures that all seemed to resemble Woody Allen, and never gave us any grief. And why should they? We threw the best parties on the planet. We invented music, chairs, hicky’s and those wonderful Lil Smokey sausages. L… Читать далее

You are a bit over excited. ‘It’s only a date’ you’ve been telling yourself, ‘and jeez, it’s only lunch’ But you let yourself get excited. You deserve it. You’ve showered and plucked and shaved and scrubbed. You’re moisturised, painted and scented. You’ve just pulled on a new turquoise thong, a cute matching bra with lace edged cups and black hold up stockings. You pad around your bedroom, your dress hanging in its plastic wrap from the dry cleaners. Your phone rings. A London number. You don’t want to answer it, you know it’s me and you don’t trust yourself. But you pick it up. ‘Hey… Читать далее