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Well, I guess that's that
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Well, I guess that's that I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It turns out that Mike from my story from last weekend is married. And though I know that spouses and even ex spouses can still be territorial after a separation or a divorce, he's evidently not as unattached as he led me to believe. I suppose that was really the reason that he didn't want his story being written. I don't get it, though. My story of our evening would have been an anonymous tale. How would it have been tied back to him? But I don't get lots of things. Like why he texted me with his wife clearly lurking over his shoulder. Why would he text me at all? He never even hesitated when it came to giving me his number. He never once said not to use it before or during or after a certain time. There were never any ground rules. Isn't that what a cheater does? Don't cheaters insist upon ground rules? Don't they insist upon the utmost discretion? Hell, the only thing he was concerned about was that I was in the moment with him and that I really wanted to be with him. He wanted to be sure that I wasn't merely there for a story opportunity. And maybe that was his true concern. Maybe he was just a lonely husband away from home, wishing his wife was as attentive as the young woman who was sitting and then lying beside him. The truth is that I want to tell the story even more now. Not because I want to be vindictive, but as a way of reliving a sweet, sweet night that will likely never be repeated. I had met him online. He was in town for work. I'd actually hung out with him earlier in the day. And he invited me back that evening. As tired as he was and as early as his flight was leaving the next morning, he insisted upon my return. We agreed on an hour. I stayed for more than two. We sat on the couch in his hotel room until he looked at me and said can we go in the other room and not be fresh. Can we behave and not do anything worth blogging about? And we walked into the other room, and I sprawled across the bed. And I said fine; you can rub my back. And he did. He was attentive and polite. And hands did wander, and fingers did roam, and kisses were exchanged, and body parts were exposed, but all in all, it was far more about communication than a prelude to sex. He even said he wanted us to have something to look forward to on a future visit, though I guess maybe everything but actual sex created far less guilt. In retrospect, maybe foreplay of any kind could be excused or forgotten, but penetrating me was a sin he couldn't allow or accept. Nevertheless, we didn't go too far. I went home that night looking forward to more of his kisses. I looked forward to more of his playful manhandling that left my backside red and made such a delightful sound. I looked forward to his large hands grabbing my wrists to stop my hands from traveling where he wasn't yet ready for them to go. I looked forward to him asking before his hands traveled to the next place. Yes, he asked hopefully. Yes, I responded almost desperately. Adding please on more than one occasion. Our voices becoming more breathless with each exchange. I looked forward to his cock filling places that his fingers had searched. I looked forward to hearing him say again how beautiful I was and how soft my skin was when my shirt came off and he saw and touched my breasts. I looked forward to more nights of and playful fingertips. I looked forward to seeing him again in the future and sharing many moments together, talking and laughing and touching long into the night. But today I discovered that he's not so single after all. And though I may hear from him again, things will likely never happen the way I truly believed they might when I walked out of his hotel room one beautiful moonlit night. And the truth is, though I don't want to be part of anybody's family drama, I don't feel any anger or ill will towards him. I just feel kind of sad. I feel sad for his wife. But I feel sad for him because for the one evening that I spent with him but also for all the phone calls and text messages, he just seemed so happy to have someone who was willing to talk to him and answer his questions and laugh with him, and I just get the feeling that he really is a lonely unhappy man, who was grateful to just have someone pay attention to him. |
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sometimes things just happen
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I'm not even angry. Just disappointed.
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Such a buzzkill after a playfully sensual evening...
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Definitely a bad time for him, but he should have been more truthful with you...making you sad...you're way too good of a person to make sad...
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I will be ok.  Thanks for your kind comments.
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