He's going to be mine
This is a very long story, but the short version is that I'll be leaving work early today to drive over 300 miles to the city where I was raised, and staying with my best friend since 4th grade. She and her husband have been married for 7 years, and I have been married for almost 10. Her husband and I have been fooling around since before they got married, with many one-nighters (or one-afternooners, or one morningers) and some flings here and there (in fact, I ** him on the night of their wedding, before AND after she did; I was matron of honor and so I felt entitled). My husband announced last week that he is divorcing me, and when I told my bff, she insisted that I come home and stay with them for a few days, just to get away. So, that's what I'm doing. But while I'm there, I'm also going to take her husband away from her. Permanently. He and I should be together anyway. He's always told me that I'm better for him, and better in bed, than she has ever been. But even if I have to get pregnant to accomplish my goal, I'm more than ready to do that.
I look forward to talking with you, your one of the genuine people who speaks there mind and shown great character in answering all the doubters, hope to speak soon x
You are an extraordinarily kind person and I do truly appreciate you. You saw right through everything here, and all the criticism (far more of it than I expected), and saw my romantic nature. I have read romance novels all my life, and have always equated sexual activity -- and sexuality in general -- with romance, which is to say I connect ** and love. My girlfriends say that's insane, but how could the two NOT go together??? You may or may not agree with that observation (and either way is fine), but you AT LEAST could see my heart at work in this situation, and you KNEW it was the soul of a romantic! My husband, on the other hand, thinks my reading of those books warps my view of the world, and of my own life, but you really understand: you get me! In hindsight, I can see that my relationship with Molly's husband was a mistake. That's not to say that I just thought it was "wrong": I knew it was "wrong", but being "wrong" was part of the thrill of it. It was a mistake because I miscalculated the likelihood that I was not his only dalliance. Intellectually, I knew it was possible, but I never saw him as a cheater, even though he was cheating with me. Anyway, yes, the attention was something I needed, and is something I'll need to replace, someday, somehow, but let me just say how thankful I am that you reached out. And encouraged me.
I think you are an amazing person too, your romantic light should be aloud S to shine as bright as the the star you are!
** is a deep spiritual connection, and it involves love, be yourself! Because you live in the world as it should be and true love can be found anywhere? An are gallery in paris, a coffee shop in New York, a library in London or even maybe on the Internet.
I would like to talk with you more **
I agree with you. ** is the most primal expression of love, and its most essential form, and ** truly IS romance, distilled and pure. I think you, too, have experienced the suddenness and beauty of ALL that, in just the way you described it: in the unexpected serendipity of meeting a stranger in a gallery or a cafe', being struck by lightning and finding real love. For me, it has happened at an office party, a parent-teacher night at my kids' school, at an NBA game, and at church. Once, I found myself chatting with a man I'd never met or even seen before (one evening at a political fundraiser), and felt the heat rapidly rising within me. I told him I needed some air, and began to walk outside, as I prayed that he would simply follow without my asking. God answered that prayer. Once I reached a spot along the side of the building out of view from the windows or glass door, I turned to find him a few paces behind, and when he stopped in front of me, I leaned into him and slipped my tongue into his hungry mouth and my hand down the front of his pants, thus beginning an affair that he and I both needed. I know you understand that power, because I know you are a romantic, as I am. Thank you, darling.
We two are higher beings, when it comes to love and love making, I cuck my wife, to show her how much I truly love her! But because her love is not as defined as our love, she needs to to be humiliated and degraded, to understand she is a lesser human being to you! 'You' who understands the true meaning of "true love!" to do absolutely anything for true love!
My wife needs to understand you are analpha wife and she is a sub wife, let's show her what real love is **
P. S. Put kisses on the next post so I showy wife and humiliate her for the greater good **