Wednesday, December 23, 2015 10:18 PM by Guest
Years ago when I was in my early 20s I met a man I worked with and I fell hard for him. He was married. He told me it was a rocky marriage. I agreed to date him. We had the most passionate get your rocks off sex. I was just out of a bad relationship. A very abusive relationship. He made me feel so alive and wanted. Months into our affair he was at my apartment and we were snuggling in bed. He told me we were over. His wife had found out about us and begged him not to leave because of their 2 young children. I was crushed. I knew I was in love with him. But, it was over and I was determined to move forward. A friend of mine introduced me to her brother in law. He was cute and sweet. He had had a bad marriage. He said flat out, I only want a fuck buddy. I agreed because ultimately I was very much still in love with Mr. Unavailable. We had good times getting together once in a while. It was great sex. After 3 years of casual sex, I got pregnant. He avoided me like I had plague. He did show up for the birth of our son. When our son was 3 months old. He moved in with me. When our son was 3 we got married. Now he had 2 younger sons when we first started hooking up. They hated me when we got married. My daughter also didn't like him. Now here we are about to celebrate our 13th anniversary and 3 weeks ago I ran into Mr. Wonderful I was in love with 20+ years ago. He's divorced and his ex wife passed away. We talked for over an hour in a store. I hugged him when I got ready to leave. I gave him my phone number. We had started texting. He apologized for breaking my heart. He told me how stupid he was etc. We had some in depth conversation via text. I had told him how happy I am with my husband. That's not exactly true though. He said he could not do a non physical relationship with me. I was going to call it over. Then, I had this overwhelming sense of grief that we had said goodbye all over again. I texted him on Saturday past and asked if he knew his work schedule. He did and he agreed to meet me for lunch today. We met, we talked, all those feelings are still there. We had lunch and he said he was leaving but would be in the town we met at for a few hours. He said if I wanted to throw caution to the wind, then text him before I headed home. We hugged and he drove off. I got in my car and cried. I texted my BFF and told her. She told me life was to short for regrets and to go for it. So, he told me where his appointment was, and I drove over there. I texted him and said I am in the parking lot. He asked which one and I answered. He asked why. I said to get my (insert name) fix. What kind of fix he asked as he crawled in the passenger seat beside me. I said I wasn't going to let him leave me again. We sat in my car in a parking lot and shared the most cream your panties passionate kisses. We sat there deeply kissing and fondling each other. I wanted so bad for him to just screw my brains out. We parted. A couple of hours later I sent him a text telling him I wanted him to make love to me like he used to. I got. Woo hoo that's what I wanted to hear. So, yes I am going to see my long lost lover again and I am going to fuck his brains out. I don't know where it will go. I am not going to worry about it right now. I just want to bury my head in his chest. Lay beside him, feel his body next to me, suck him dry and feel him inside me. Anticipation is killing me.