I don't know how many of you remember me (or even care). I simply wanted to make one final post on this blog although it has been months since I last posted.
My husband and I are separating. I initiated the separation. We are headed for divorce. There is no turning back now. I am transferring my job to a state in the South and planning on starting a new life.
Asking for a separation was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. There was no yelling or screaming. Simply two calm adults realizing the end of 23+ years of marriage. It was very painful and emotional.
No, he has no idea about my secret life and it will remain that way.
I am still with Drake and we will continue to be good friends after I move..
I am going to have to deal with the double whammy of my marriage ending as well as losing my lover of three years.
Maybe you will see me in the divorce blogs..."Starting Over..."
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Sex With a Man from X
[I originally wrote this for Kat's Sex Blog Chain, but I forgot to post it.]
There are distinct advantages and disadvantages to living a stone's throw from the nation's capital. One of the disadvantages is that this area is a prime target for terrorists. Nearly everyone I know knew someone (or knew someone who knew someone) who was at the Pentagon on 9/11. One of the advantages is that there are a lot of men who want to fuck outside of their marriage.
I should add that there are a lot of high-powered men who want to fuck outside of their marriage.
First, a bit of background. Due to my Dad's career, I grew up living the life of a globetrotter. I've lived and traveled all over the world. I've lived on the East Coast and the West Coast and places in between. I have been exposed to many different cultures and people. My Dad taught me early on not to be overly impressed by powerful or famous people. "They put their pants on one leg at a time."
Thanks to my Dad's levelheadedness, it takes a LOT to impress me. So much so that at this stage in my life, I honestly can't say that there is anyone or anything that would knock my socks off.
In other words, I didn't start slobbering when I met Joe.
I met Joe on Ashley Madison about six years ago. It was July and I was a newbie on the site and he claimed to be as well. Whether that was true, I know not. I was sitting at my computer one afternoon, trying to handle the influx of messages I was receiving, when I received a chat request from Joe (no, I am not giving away his user name!).
Joe told me that he lived a short distance from me (yes, at the time I was stupid enough to list my actual city). My curiosity piqued, we chatted for quite awhile. I gave him access to my private showcase.
(Back then, I had barely 128 pounds on my 5'9" frame and when Joe and I ran into each other a few years later and I was about 20 pounds heavier, he confessed that the added pounds suited me!)
He asked me whether I could see him that evening.
"This evening?" I was a little incredulous.
"Yes, I'm going out of town tomorrow."
"Where should we meet?" I asked.
"At my condo," he replied. He gave me the address and the name of the community.
I managed to pull a story together to tell my family my reason for going out that night.
I arrived at the entrance to his condo wearing a sleeveless white summer dress (no panties, of course!). He came down almost immediately when I buzzed him. We took the elevator, chit-chatting about this and that.
I confess that I liked what I saw. He was tall (at least 6'4" ), trim, dark hair, and impeccably dressed.
He ushered me down the hallway to the front door of his condo. The hallway looked more like the hallway of a luxury hotel. Paintings, mirrors, plush carpeting.
The condo was immaculate and gorgeous and huge. He obviously had wonderful taste and the money to indulge in the best furniture and art that money could buy. Framed glossy photos of him with the mucky mucks of the day dotted his condo. Curiously enough, one of the first things he pointed out to me was a small framed black and white photo of himself as a child with his Mom. I was touched.
We wandered into the kitchen. He offered me a glass of wine. While he poured the wine, I walked over to a floor to ceiling bookshelf stuffed with movies. All organized by genre and alphabetically. I am a huge movie buff and I called out some titles to him, giving my thumbs up on his vast selection.
He handed me the wine.
"May I ask what you do for a living? Where is your wife?"
He hesitated for a split second.
"Sorry, I'm a woman. Simply curious."
"Sure. I understand." He paused. "I work for X. I was elected several years ago and I'm finishing up my term before I retire in a few years. My wife has a successful business in our home state, so she chose not to accompany me here."
"Do you see her often?"
"We take turns visiting. I fly home to see her, she flies here...usually on weekends."
A pause.
"But that's not why we're here, is it?"
I smiled.
He walked over to me, put his arms over my shoulders and drew me into him. He leaned down and we kissed. It was a deep, probing, electrifying kiss.
He pulled me toward the living room where all the lights were on. He closed the curtains. His condo overlooked another residential building across the street.
We stood kissing. His hand began to glide down the front of my dress. He gently pulled up the bottom up the dress and slid his hand up to my wet and wanting cunt.
"No panties," he murmured. "Fucking hot!"
He started to hand fuck me. Then he got down on his knees and gently spread my legs apart. He licked and sucked my clit and brought me to orgasm.
I thought that he would want me to suck his cock in the living room, but instead he took my hand and guided me to his bedroom.
He threw me down on the bed and pulled off his pants. Straddling my face, he began fucking my mouth with a vengeance. With each thrust he went deeper and deeper down my throat until I thought I was going to pass out. Each time he pulled out, I took one short gasping breath.
"You. Are. A. Fucking. Slut."
As he got close to climaxing, my eyes began to water and I started to see stars. He came explosively, his cum shooting out and sliding deep down the back of my throat.
He pulled out of my mouth and collapsed on top of me.
"How did that feel?"
"Feel?" I laughed. "You mean before or after I thought I was going to pass out?"
We both laughed.
Over the course of the next few months, we had more encounters. I was always amazed, when we went out in public (discreetly, of course!) how he could command attention when he entered a room. A definite glad hander.
But what do you expect from an elected official?
Joe and I eventually went our separate ways. He is now retired, still married, living in his home state, and travels a lot. We are still in touch.
[I have to add that Drake, Joe, and I had a threesome about two years ago, before Joe moved back to his home state!]
There are distinct advantages and disadvantages to living a stone's throw from the nation's capital. One of the disadvantages is that this area is a prime target for terrorists. Nearly everyone I know knew someone (or knew someone who knew someone) who was at the Pentagon on 9/11. One of the advantages is that there are a lot of men who want to fuck outside of their marriage.
I should add that there are a lot of high-powered men who want to fuck outside of their marriage.
First, a bit of background. Due to my Dad's career, I grew up living the life of a globetrotter. I've lived and traveled all over the world. I've lived on the East Coast and the West Coast and places in between. I have been exposed to many different cultures and people. My Dad taught me early on not to be overly impressed by powerful or famous people. "They put their pants on one leg at a time."
Thanks to my Dad's levelheadedness, it takes a LOT to impress me. So much so that at this stage in my life, I honestly can't say that there is anyone or anything that would knock my socks off.
In other words, I didn't start slobbering when I met Joe.
I met Joe on Ashley Madison about six years ago. It was July and I was a newbie on the site and he claimed to be as well. Whether that was true, I know not. I was sitting at my computer one afternoon, trying to handle the influx of messages I was receiving, when I received a chat request from Joe (no, I am not giving away his user name!).
Joe told me that he lived a short distance from me (yes, at the time I was stupid enough to list my actual city). My curiosity piqued, we chatted for quite awhile. I gave him access to my private showcase.
(Back then, I had barely 128 pounds on my 5'9" frame and when Joe and I ran into each other a few years later and I was about 20 pounds heavier, he confessed that the added pounds suited me!)
He asked me whether I could see him that evening.
"This evening?" I was a little incredulous.
"Yes, I'm going out of town tomorrow."
"Where should we meet?" I asked.
"At my condo," he replied. He gave me the address and the name of the community.
I managed to pull a story together to tell my family my reason for going out that night.
I arrived at the entrance to his condo wearing a sleeveless white summer dress (no panties, of course!). He came down almost immediately when I buzzed him. We took the elevator, chit-chatting about this and that.
I confess that I liked what I saw. He was tall (at least 6'4" ), trim, dark hair, and impeccably dressed.
He ushered me down the hallway to the front door of his condo. The hallway looked more like the hallway of a luxury hotel. Paintings, mirrors, plush carpeting.
The condo was immaculate and gorgeous and huge. He obviously had wonderful taste and the money to indulge in the best furniture and art that money could buy. Framed glossy photos of him with the mucky mucks of the day dotted his condo. Curiously enough, one of the first things he pointed out to me was a small framed black and white photo of himself as a child with his Mom. I was touched.
We wandered into the kitchen. He offered me a glass of wine. While he poured the wine, I walked over to a floor to ceiling bookshelf stuffed with movies. All organized by genre and alphabetically. I am a huge movie buff and I called out some titles to him, giving my thumbs up on his vast selection.
He handed me the wine.
"May I ask what you do for a living? Where is your wife?"
He hesitated for a split second.
"Sorry, I'm a woman. Simply curious."
"Sure. I understand." He paused. "I work for X. I was elected several years ago and I'm finishing up my term before I retire in a few years. My wife has a successful business in our home state, so she chose not to accompany me here."
"Do you see her often?"
"We take turns visiting. I fly home to see her, she flies here...usually on weekends."
A pause.
"But that's not why we're here, is it?"
I smiled.
He walked over to me, put his arms over my shoulders and drew me into him. He leaned down and we kissed. It was a deep, probing, electrifying kiss.
He pulled me toward the living room where all the lights were on. He closed the curtains. His condo overlooked another residential building across the street.
We stood kissing. His hand began to glide down the front of my dress. He gently pulled up the bottom up the dress and slid his hand up to my wet and wanting cunt.
"No panties," he murmured. "Fucking hot!"
He started to hand fuck me. Then he got down on his knees and gently spread my legs apart. He licked and sucked my clit and brought me to orgasm.
I thought that he would want me to suck his cock in the living room, but instead he took my hand and guided me to his bedroom.
He threw me down on the bed and pulled off his pants. Straddling my face, he began fucking my mouth with a vengeance. With each thrust he went deeper and deeper down my throat until I thought I was going to pass out. Each time he pulled out, I took one short gasping breath.
"You. Are. A. Fucking. Slut."
As he got close to climaxing, my eyes began to water and I started to see stars. He came explosively, his cum shooting out and sliding deep down the back of my throat.
He pulled out of my mouth and collapsed on top of me.
"How did that feel?"
"Feel?" I laughed. "You mean before or after I thought I was going to pass out?"
We both laughed.
Over the course of the next few months, we had more encounters. I was always amazed, when we went out in public (discreetly, of course!) how he could command attention when he entered a room. A definite glad hander.
But what do you expect from an elected official?
Joe and I eventually went our separate ways. He is now retired, still married, living in his home state, and travels a lot. We are still in touch.
[I have to add that Drake, Joe, and I had a threesome about two years ago, before Joe moved back to his home state!]
Monday, November 26, 2012
It's Been Awhile!
It has been such a long time since I last posted on my blog. I had to check my blog to see the last post date! Apparently it has been over 2.5 weeks.
My feeling is that my blog is losing its usefulness. I had a bizarre nightmare early this morning and woke up vowing to eradicate my naughty self (or at least try!) from the Internet. Not that this eradication will affect me sexually in real life. Haha.
I wrote a piece over a month ago for Kat's Sex Blog Chain this month (sex with a politician) and I forgot to submit it! Dummy me!
I have been spending time on FetLife for a change of pace.
My oldest son and his girlfriend are getting married next year. I can't even imagine what life will be like without him around. I accept that I have to let him go (he IS 22, after all!), but it is difficult. He will probably move within an hour's drive of us...but still...
Drake and I are going stronger than ever. It is difficult to believe that we have been together for nearly 2.5 years. I absolutely adore him and I know he is pretty happy that I am in his life. I don't see anything changing in the near future.
As for Dave and me. He is away at the moment and I have vowed to try harder once he comes home. I do miss him.
I will probably keep this blog going. Simply because it pains me to shut it down after all the work I've put into it! I think I have needed a breather that may continue a bit longer.
Overall, life has been treating me well. No complaints!
I will try to catch up on my favorite blogs over the next week.
My feeling is that my blog is losing its usefulness. I had a bizarre nightmare early this morning and woke up vowing to eradicate my naughty self (or at least try!) from the Internet. Not that this eradication will affect me sexually in real life. Haha.
I wrote a piece over a month ago for Kat's Sex Blog Chain this month (sex with a politician) and I forgot to submit it! Dummy me!
I have been spending time on FetLife for a change of pace.
My oldest son and his girlfriend are getting married next year. I can't even imagine what life will be like without him around. I accept that I have to let him go (he IS 22, after all!), but it is difficult. He will probably move within an hour's drive of us...but still...
Drake and I are going stronger than ever. It is difficult to believe that we have been together for nearly 2.5 years. I absolutely adore him and I know he is pretty happy that I am in his life. I don't see anything changing in the near future.
As for Dave and me. He is away at the moment and I have vowed to try harder once he comes home. I do miss him.
I will probably keep this blog going. Simply because it pains me to shut it down after all the work I've put into it! I think I have needed a breather that may continue a bit longer.
Overall, life has been treating me well. No complaints!
I will try to catch up on my favorite blogs over the next week.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Ack!
My blog roll has been hijacked by two blogs I did NOT add. I can't figure out how to get rid of them. Grrr.
On a happier note. I'm proud to be living in a state where voters approved gay marriage. Hopefully, the legalization of marijuana will soon be on the ballot.
On a happier note. I'm proud to be living in a state where voters approved gay marriage. Hopefully, the legalization of marijuana will soon be on the ballot.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Sunday Stealing: Who Are You? (One Week Late and on a Saturday)
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| Yes, this is me! |
I liked these questions, so I thought I would post despite being a bit late to the party.
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
I was a happy kid. I had a great group of friends wherever I lived (I moved a lot). Awesome Mom, Dad, and older sister. I was spoiled. I loved horses more than boys (surprise!!) for quite a few years.
16. What is your earliest memory?
I was on a hobby horse in a playground (3 or 4 years old) and some kid lied to me and told me that my Mom was looking for me. I left and he took my hobby horse.
17. How much schooling have you had?
Bachelor's degree.
18. Did you enjoy school?
I didn't truly enjoy or appreciate school until I hit college/university.
19. Stop and count, Since you were born until today; how many homes have you lived in?
Egads. A conservative estimate is somewhere between 20 and 25 homes.
20. While growing up, did you have any role models?
Honestly? I idolized my Mom and Dad when I was younger...until I became a teenager. I had this awesome history teacher in high school. Even though I put little effort into my studies, he knew I was intelligent and encouraged me.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
Due to moving around so frequently, we were a tightly knit family of four. We are still close.
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Hands-down...a veterinarian. I loved animals when I was a kid.
23. What were your favorite activities 3 years ago?
Studying to finish my college degree after a twenty-year hiatus, hiking with my oldest son, and reading.
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
Honestly? I got discouraged and impatient easily. (Things have improved since then). I had a big heart and I was always defending other kids (and I often go myself in trouble as a result!). I was impulsive (still am at times). I never let anyone walk over me (something I learned from my Mom).
25. As a child, were you popular?
I was too introverted to be popular. However, I always had wonderful friends. Fortunately, I was never picked on or bullied.
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
This is terrible, I honestly don't remember my first kiss (pathetic, huh?) However, I remember my first "boyfriend." His name was Matthew. He was in my Kindergarten class and I adored him!
27. Describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
I am not overly impressed by anything due to seeing so much of the world at such a young age.
28. What’s next?
What's next? Hmmm. I am fairly content with my life at the moment. It has some ups and downs, but overall I would say I am content. No major changes on the horizon.
See who else is playing at Sunday Stealing
Friday, October 26, 2012
Frankenstorm
Meteorologists are predicting the "Perfect Storm" to hit on Sunday and peak on Tuesday. The brunt of the storm is going to hit north of us, fortunately (sorry, New York and New Jersey). Or so they say! I'm sure the grocery stores will be crowded Sunday afternoon. I am hoping our power doesn't go out. It hasn't in the past. Although during the winter we had three blizzards, we did go without power for a mere few hours while others went without for days!
If the weather is truly as bad as they say it's going to be--gale-force winds, heavy rain, flooding--I am wondering whether it will cut into my time with Drake on Monday. In addition, my youngest son has several doctor's appointments early in the week. It's not that I am too chicken to drive in bad weather...it is the OTHER drivers I worry about!
Just thinking out loud.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
I Wish...
I sit across from you.You talk endlessly about things that interest you...your new car...work...the gym...music. I find myself wishing--no, longing--for that spark to return. The spark that brought us together over 23 years ago. That electrifying first kiss. The hot, passionate sex early in our relationship. I want to see that look. That look in your eyes that I haven't seen for years. I am listening to you, but I am trying to imagine what it would be like if we could fall in love all over again. I know the chances of it happening are slim to none.
You can't give me what I need.
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I idolized my parents when I was growing up. Perhaps I still do. They seemed so perfect. I remember coming home from a New Year's Eve party when I was in high school and discovering the door to my parents' room wide open, all the lights on. My Mom and Dad lying in a naked embrace, asleep.
It shocked me. It shocked me to know that they are sexual beings. I don't know what their sex life is like now...in their 70's...but I did knock over a bottle of Viagra during my last visit, while looking for some Advil. So the spark must still be there. I am envious of the relationship they have had for over fifty years.
Something I will never have.
You can't give me what I need.
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I idolized my parents when I was growing up. Perhaps I still do. They seemed so perfect. I remember coming home from a New Year's Eve party when I was in high school and discovering the door to my parents' room wide open, all the lights on. My Mom and Dad lying in a naked embrace, asleep.
It shocked me. It shocked me to know that they are sexual beings. I don't know what their sex life is like now...in their 70's...but I did knock over a bottle of Viagra during my last visit, while looking for some Advil. So the spark must still be there. I am envious of the relationship they have had for over fifty years.
Something I will never have.
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