not that type of girl. And isn’t there a rule for that? There must be a waiting period between a meet and greet and a naughty-nude night. And yes, the fear of sending such pictures did cross my mind. I really didn’t know this guy. What if he’s a serial dater? A keeper of a porn site? What if he sells them to desperate men looking for a thrill? Then I remembered that none of the pics had my beautiful beaming smile in them and none possessed an up close and personal picture of my coochie-cooch. Wheh! I was safe.
I wonder if there’s a book on ‘dating on websites for dummies’? I could sure use one. I am pretty sure the whole phone sex thing isn’t allowed before the first meet and greet. And I am pretty sure half nude pictures are not allowed too, at least until way further down the road and even so with restrictions. But you see how lonely I am? And I don’t know the rules! I don’t know how to behave with these things! I have no willpower to say no. Yes, I have morals, values, I know all about sin, lust, and the meaning of meaningful sex. But when you are single, not to mention a lonely single woman who hasn’t had a date in months, been railroaded by the love of your life, and some guy shows you a lot of attention, some things just get out of hand. Not making excuses for myself mind you, just keeping it real. So to all those lonely ladies out there, I feel ya!
Radley was the only man that could ever make my panties disappear in seconds flat. He was magical like that. “Yup, magical. ” My mind raced with the thoughts of him gently gliding over me never knowing when he actually removed them.
“Ugh! Leave me alone!” I shouted into the thin air in my bedroom. Why won’t he leave me alone? Well, leave me alone in my mind that is. He haunts me always. Why does he do that? Every time I try to focus on someone else he pops into my head with these little moments we had together. You know those moments like the grass in the park where he laid his hard rock body across a blanket and I lay with my head on his stomach using his body as my pillow as we watched the clouds roll by. One time he had plucked a flower on our walk to the grassy area and began plucking off petal by petal saying, “Do you love me? Do you love me not? Do you love me?” Of course, I loved him. How could I not? He was my world, my soulmate. We fit! We belonged together like those petals that didn’t deserve to be plucked apart from that stem. But just like that little fragile flower, I was destroyed. My heart was plucked apart too.
I ask myself why today of all days do I have to remember? Very unfair of my mind to go there. Especially now and right after I had hours of such fabulous phone sex from a guy I really liked but barely knew. Radley was known to have great timing popping in and out of my head. I was happy to report I hadn’t seen him since he showed up at my door and kissed me. I had avoided all his texts since then and every time I think I see his car drive by, I duck and hide. Yeah, I know I’m a grown woman. And it’s silly to be walking down the street spotting a car I recognize and act just like a child ducking behind a tree or something. It’s ridiculous I know.
But I just can’t bear to see him face to face again. His lips burned mine. I could still feel them there. As vulnerable as I am, Radley would have my panties off in seconds flat at the sight of him no doubt. Yup, no doubt I would allow him to too. See that’s my problem. I admit I have no control. I think it’s the hormones they gave me to straighten out my womanly mess. I feel like my libido is back full force since the hysterectomy and I really can’t be responsible for my behavior. I was two steps shy of humping anything that slightly resembled a sweet smelling man. I was warned about it and figured it was better than not
I wonder if there’s a book on ‘dating on websites for dummies’? I could sure use one. I am pretty sure the whole phone sex thing isn’t allowed before the first meet and greet. And I am pretty sure half nude pictures are not allowed too, at least until way further down the road and even so with restrictions. But you see how lonely I am? And I don’t know the rules! I don’t know how to behave with these things! I have no willpower to say no. Yes, I have morals, values, I know all about sin, lust, and the meaning of meaningful sex. But when you are single, not to mention a lonely single woman who hasn’t had a date in months, been railroaded by the love of your life, and some guy shows you a lot of attention, some things just get out of hand. Not making excuses for myself mind you, just keeping it real. So to all those lonely ladies out there, I feel ya!
Radley was the only man that could ever make my panties disappear in seconds flat. He was magical like that. “Yup, magical. ” My mind raced with the thoughts of him gently gliding over me never knowing when he actually removed them.
“Ugh! Leave me alone!” I shouted into the thin air in my bedroom. Why won’t he leave me alone? Well, leave me alone in my mind that is. He haunts me always. Why does he do that? Every time I try to focus on someone else he pops into my head with these little moments we had together. You know those moments like the grass in the park where he laid his hard rock body across a blanket and I lay with my head on his stomach using his body as my pillow as we watched the clouds roll by. One time he had plucked a flower on our walk to the grassy area and began plucking off petal by petal saying, “Do you love me? Do you love me not? Do you love me?” Of course, I loved him. How could I not? He was my world, my soulmate. We fit! We belonged together like those petals that didn’t deserve to be plucked apart from that stem. But just like that little fragile flower, I was destroyed. My heart was plucked apart too.
I ask myself why today of all days do I have to remember? Very unfair of my mind to go there. Especially now and right after I had hours of such fabulous phone sex from a guy I really liked but barely knew. Radley was known to have great timing popping in and out of my head. I was happy to report I hadn’t seen him since he showed up at my door and kissed me. I had avoided all his texts since then and every time I think I see his car drive by, I duck and hide. Yeah, I know I’m a grown woman. And it’s silly to be walking down the street spotting a car I recognize and act just like a child ducking behind a tree or something. It’s ridiculous I know.
But I just can’t bear to see him face to face again. His lips burned mine. I could still feel them there. As vulnerable as I am, Radley would have my panties off in seconds flat at the sight of him no doubt. Yup, no doubt I would allow him to too. See that’s my problem. I admit I have no control. I think it’s the hormones they gave me to straighten out my womanly mess. I feel like my libido is back full force since the hysterectomy and I really can’t be responsible for my behavior. I was two steps shy of humping anything that slightly resembled a sweet smelling man. I was warned about it and figured it was better than not
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