Wrote this day before Valentine’s Day!

 

Unedited …

Here I am surrendered by people who are hoping to take someone home. Yet nobody is sure what they will hook up with. I am missing my lover wishing he was sitting next to me. Yet,I can take anyone home if I put the effort but I choose Alan. He is the one I want the one I desire. How fucked up am I to desire a married man over a possibility of finding a companion. What’s wrong with me? He will be spending it with the one he truly wants. The one who completes him. The one he will always belong too.

I am drunk and wishing for a man I can never have. I know that his wife is hurting. Having found out about us doing an adventure. I am so messed up so fucked up that I been hiding from the world. Haven’t  felt like going out. But I know staying home is not the answer. So I go out forcing myself Knowing at home my thoughts would be with him the one I fell in love with. I hate myself for this part of me wants to walk away from him but I can’t. I haven’t been able to all I know that I hate that I want a man that causes me pain. For tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I am alone and he’s spending with the one who truly belongs to him the one he loves
The bottom line is i am the other woman and I live in my own turmoil of never being nothing more than the side line woman

Wow… WordPress really changed on me…

I am not even sure if I am even using the correctly or if this will publish right… but here it goes… Might be a long one… lots to catch up with…

I know I been gone for a while but honesty, felt lost and trying so hard to figure it out, I didn’t realize how much writing used to help me.  I felt like a broken record player. I was always complaining and that was/isn’t  me.  In the middle of my life changing events,  I am still having sexual adventures, still with Alan, dealing with my mom  and trying to just adjust.  However, I am at my ends rope… I miss not writing there are times where I just wanted to pour out my feelings but refused cause I felt stupid like an idiot.  I felt why am I crying, why cant I just get a hold of myself, what happen to the woman who just didn’t give a shit and still lived her life.

Somehow, all the deaths in my family really woke me up and the same time killed part of me.  I have learned to say No to my mom and told her point blank not giving up my life for someone who is capable of enjoying there’s.  I know it sounds mean but how am I supposed to give up my life for someone who is healthy.  If my mom or dad were ill than I wouldn’t have a problem taking care of them.  However, they are in perfect health, they have money to enjoy, they just don’t have friends and my siblings are not around to visit them so they burden fell on me.  However, it has been a stressful year but I am winning for I have not given up on mine and at last I told my mom to go to church and find friends.  That life is not about rioting at home but to enjoy.  Its been a hard year but good so far.

I will write about my sexual adventures later date. The lesson learned about these adventures is I  no longer enjoy them as I did a year ago.  I realized there is more to it for me.  I realized this is something I no longer want with a man that can not provide me the emotional connection I need before and afterwards.  I did give it a shot for I do feel he is the perfect one to do this with.  We have an amazing sexual connection but I don’t think he realizes that is not enough.   This last one kind of put a nail on the coffin and not sure how to even get it back.  I do know that I want it to be part of my life but with someone who truly will appreciate it and will be with me through the thick and thin.  As much as Alan wishes it would be him only, he can not provide what I truly seek so you can say it will be a while till my next sexual adventure.  This last one gave me such a bitter taste, that I walked out in the middle of oral plus it didn’t help that he did have the most ugliest dick I ever seen.  I always heard of ugly  dicks but this one took first place.   I literally just got dressed and walked out.  Alan along side of me but still this one made me realize what I need before and afterwards and Alan can not provide it.  He is to busy being a good husband that he didn’t even see the pain within me.  He didn’t see that I was planning of walking out of his life expect that I couldn’t go through it and we are still together. I do see this as something we both were willing to sacrifice to please each other, that is why it got as far as it did  but sacrifice for each other desire just made a bond that isn’t allowed.  I just want to please Alan, give him one last adventure with me.  To see if I could go through it alone for that is how I felt.  Alone, I set this all up with minimal contact with Alan.  Honesty, I missed the texts,the call, the arousal he would give me.   I did it because  I wanted to see if I had the guts to be Unicorn as they say in the swinging world but I can’t I truly have changed in this aspect of myself.  I want a companion someone to hold my hands when we start planning till we are both alone enjoying the adventure we just had.  Tears just slide down my eyes as I think of the pain I went through but I figured if I just got really pissed off at Alan for making me do all the work and for leaving me right afterwards that I could just shut this door up instead he was with me and held my hand.  We laughed about it.  Not the outcome I was expecting.

In the last 30 days, I been pulling away from Alan.  It hurts like nobody business but we are down to 10 min calls every other day.   He is trying not to get caught or make his situation at home worse.  His wife caught him again but this time there is consequences to pay.  I was already having issues with him and there is issues that must be dealt with.  However, I hate not hearing from him as I used to.  I hate that this time it is different.  I know he does not want to lose me but he also wants me there.  I really need to write what has been happening the last 30 days and why my life is taking another change.   I just cant stop feeling let down.  I can not tell you how tired I am of this situation.  It has come to the point where I could no longer be happy with someone who gives me the minimal and who needs to be good otherwise he can not play.  The thing is I am the stupid one for I been seeing him more since he got caught than before.   The thing is I am no longer his lover I have  become his FWB and I am hating it.  Have I gotten that low that I no longer have the self respect as I once did.  Before there was always texts and calls now there is practically nothing and I hate the tears that slide down my cheeks even as I write this down.  I know that I got to keep myself strong but not even sure how this is going to turn out.  I just don’t get how to let go of someone you love?  How do I let go of the man that is poisoning me? How do I let go of someone that the connection does not allow me to just walk away?

 

Not sure if I am back….

As we know I haven’t felt like writing. I basically had shut down but all of suddenly today I got the urge to write. So if I don’t make sense since understand I am about to throw it all up.

This summer was an awakening, it made me realize that life is short and long. That we must decided what is best for us and what is not. I know that I felt like I was a broken record player when it came to Alan. There were times where I wanted to write but was afraid of what I might read. There was times where I wanted to shut down the blog. I even took a small mini vacation to try to find myself. I was coming up to our 6 year anniversary and I know we are not spending it together as matter fact I will not be seeing Alan for about a month minimal.

The thing is I know I can not give advice to others if I can not take my own advice. So I stopped writing on others blogs. I felt my words were empty, no meaning. When my grandfather died it was a heartbreak for they had one of those love stories that make you hope for love. He died missing his love. His own heartbreak killed him and it hit me hard. I always dreamed of finding their special love, I know I did find it but the wrong time. However, I continue to fight for my freedom of being able to continue being my own individual till this day I still argue and fight for my independence you figure how can a grown woman still fight for her independence but in my culture, you are suppose to give up your life to help with your parents and I refuse. Still refusing, there were times I just want to find the first man I met and marry him because I knew this was the only way I could survive. I was going down big time because I didn’t want to give up my freedom to do as I wish. So I started going out every weekend and any chance I had just to piss everyone off including Alan even if he has no say in it. I refused to give up my weekends to be with my parents. I refused to give up any of my time for my parents. I knew the moment I give up a little I would be swallowed in and finding no escape and there my life would be doomed. I knew that I would have to give up on the idea of finding love, finding who I was. So instead I fought and argued with anyone who wanted to take away the freedom I had. I was not going to cater to parents who were healthy and still had a life to live. So what does a grown woman do when they want to anchor her down. She goes crazy and acts like she is a young 18 year old. Oh boy!! and I am having fun again but this time I can afford it.

However, at the same time I was dealing with the 6 year coming up and I knew leaving Alan was not going to be an option for me but at the same time I knew that he was not the one to grow old with. He already has someone else, so what do you do when you are stuck and you know that even when you have no future with someone you need to find someone so that your parents do not feel the need to invade your life. I knew I didn’t want to settle either. I did not get my independence to depend on a man to pull me away from my culture. I stood up and have been.

I know that I was worried that if I didn’t find my solution soon I was going to spiral down but at the same time I knew I did not want to be one of those lovers who been with a married man for 25 years, or the cynical single woman hating taking care of her parents, either. So what do you do? I open my options more and found more ways to discover something new each week. I found new places to hang out and found that I am having fun with it as well. Yet, in the back of my mind Alan still stands there holding my heart there has been big waves coming our way but honesty, I know that I felt that my blog was becoming a broken record player. I felt that each month he would hurt me and than I would brush it off. I know that he has never made me a promise of growing old together but at the same time I was still hoping he would. I know that he will never leave his wife but still hoping he would choose me.

I know he will always choose his wife and that soon it will be 6 years and since I know we can never end this bond that holds us together. There is a connection between us that is remarkable but it is no longer good enough I need to continue to explore. He has slacked off because he knows this bond this connection will keep me where I am at but one thing I realized him slacking off has made me crave for attention. My parents pushed me to crave the arms of another. I am tired of doing this all alone and it is time to open my door wider.

Alan does not realize that he is one of the main reasons I keep opening my door an inch wider each time. He hates that I am out there exploring finding new ways of having fun. He wont admit it. I have gotten myself into some adventures and I am having fun with it, yes, I do worry that I might end up in a ditch but who cares, if God wants to take me than let him. I am not made to sit at home and rot. I am made to explore and enjoy. Alan tells me nothing good happens after midnight and my response is than you should be at my side. He tries to tell me that if I would like it if he behaved that way I am. I respond by telling him it would never happen because I wouldn’t leave my man alone to get into temptation, I would stand right next to him. He is hating it but honesty, when you are to busy for me than I am too busy to wait no matter what the connection is. When you need to stop kissing me so much because of swollen lips than I will find someone who I can kiss and not worry if I do. When you choose not to call because you need to be left alone, than you should understand I will pay attention to the one who does not want to be left alone but needs my company to make it better. We all choose our lives and I know my connection with him is stopping me but my disappointment is bring me encouragement.

Just a quick summary

Sorry, I haven’t been around to blog but real life as really taken a toll on me. I have had major changes in my life after my grandfathers death. I been trying to deal with my parents, my daughter and of course, Alan. Being that I come from a very traditional family I am expect to take care of my parents however, my parents are in good health. They are able to travel, take care of themselves and basically have a very good life if they choose. Yet, I am pulling away because I do not want to give up my life to please two healthy people that need to make a life of their own. I do not want to give up MY life for two people who refuse to have their own life and want you to give up yours because they do not believe in going outside and exploring a world of wonders. They do not believe in having friends and believe that family is the only one you can count on. They believe that I am abandoning because I will not give up my social life to be with them. I told them this their time to rekindle their love, to remember the reasons why they choose each other to being with but all I see is two miserable people not knowing what to do with themselves. I always say that at the end you must and better get along with your partner because at the end its about both of you. It’s not about the kids or grandchildren but about finding that both of you are still in love, enjoying each others company and discovering new things that life has always prevented you from doing before. I see two miserable people eating in different areas, both looking so lost because all you do is seat there looking at four walls. Refusing to go outside because they are so afraid of what life has to offer. I declined my visits to three times a week and even than its been a big confrontation over another. I keep hearing that I don’t love them, that I am abandoning them, pawning them off when in reality I am just living my life as I see fit. Isn’t my life my own till I find the one I want to grow old with…

My daughter well, she is growing up and nothing I can do about it but sure am missing that she does not need me as much as she did before. However, I am enjoying my new founded freedom to be able to have one hell of a social life, which I am doing. I don’t think I could have made it without my friends. They are my moral support, my escape from the realities of real life. I discovered who my true friends are and its amazing when you allow yourself to trust others. However, with this new freedom comes…

Alan well, what can I say he is married and I am not. There has been many issues that have cause us to disagree. However, he hates that I am now having more freedom to do as I want and he hates that he is not part of my life. I hate that he has time to see me on the weekends yet, he does not choose to be with me. He hates that I will not give up my life to accommodate him. I hate that he has made me see things differently that I truly do matter to him but only to a limit and I just don’t believe in limits.

Part 1 – Weekend of realities…

I started this last week but been so busy to finish it…

I had to take a few days to recoup before I started writing about my adventurous weekend. It was an eye opener and made me realize that my reality is not where Alan is.

On the first night, we met and decided what bars to hit. I told him that when finding a stranger it takes time and I must be in the mood and that means a few drinks and less pot. He still wanted to smoke and honesty, I am not used to smoking when going out in public. We go to our first bar and it was dead, total of 5 people, we had one beer and left. However, first reality I noticed that he walked ahead of me. He did not wait by my side instead walked ahead of me. Did not open the door he probably did not even realize I was still in the bar. I was talking to the bartender asking her what nights she recommends to return, when she even noticed he didn’t wait for me and said your date just left. However, I was more interested in coming back and getting the information I needed, I will return back to this place alone. However, I was bothered that he did not open the door or that he didn’t wait for me or that he even didn’t hold my hands. I know that it’s against the rules to hold hands in public but I choose this place because it was in a private area and nobody would see us. We go to the second bar; we stepped in and then stepped out. No way would I have stayed in a smelling place as that one. Yuckie!! We went to our favorite place before going to our the last bar I had planned on, we always enjoy dinner there and well, he had his second beer and so did I. In the middle of dinner, he started to feel sick and felt the room spin so we go home. We had sex and he fell asleep before 8:30 pm. I was in shock because I was just starting my evening. I started to text my friends at that hour asking them what they were doing I was not tired and I had been up since 430am. I guess the texting bothered him because he asked me, what is that noise and who was I texting.

However, the second reality hit me again, I am not sure if his way of sleeping is meant for me but we slept opposite’s side of the bed. We spoon for about 5 minutes and he rolled over to his corner and I did mine. Not good at all, I am a cuddlier and if I hadn’t had anyone in my bed for years and all of suddenly I am sleeping with someone I believe in spooning throughout the night. I want to cuddle up to the person not necessary in twine but where you at least within reach. This bothered me. I guess this is how he sleeps with his wife and maybe because there is no intimacy that this is the way of sleeping but not for me. I wasn’t happy. However, in the morning he came back for some spooning and morning sex.

I let him do some work and I start getting ready for our day. It was a very pleasant day and one of the things I realized I miss not holding hands. It was a very good day very pleasant nothing really said about anything. We had lunch on the beach and just enjoyed each others company. When we were walking on the beach and I would see other couples holding hands I craved it. He did claim he wished he could hold my hands but did not want to risk getting caught. I realized right there that I need more. As we walked on some rocks and sat there I wanted to kiss him but didn’t because I knew better but moments like that made my reality of our relationship much more clear. In a way it was a reality check and bringing me back to reality of being the other woman. Even though we were having an awesome time small little things bothered me. I had the swinger’s party set up for that night but I wasn’t feeling it at all. I mean we had plenty of sex through out the day but I felt like something was missing. My next post will be about the party.

The next day we went out for breakfast somewhere I always wanted to take him. It was very pleasant and I let him do more work while I got dressed. Of course, I didn’t get far cause we ended up making love and we had a late start to our day. However, it was part of the sexual energy from the night before and how great of a time it was. It was another pleasant day we enjoyed each others company and even joked but still no holding hands. I felt that this is not something I am enjoying but than as the day progressed I noticed once we made it back home all he wanted to do was cuddle. He wanted me to be right next to him. I noticed that even though once again the night prior he slept on his corner of the bed that during the day if alone he would want to cuddle up and watch a movie. He kept me close to him claims that sometimes he wishes is wife would cuddle with him and that he is enjoying my head on his shoulders. We couldn’t stop having enough of each other. Even though the day before we were like bunny rabbits and even though we had sex the night before we were like on a marathon not willing to stop. I am surprised that I survived it. But there was just little signals in his private life that I noticed.

He probably got hurt with some of my words though. We talked about going to the nudist resort but told him I couldn’t take him because he wasn’t part of my real life and I didn’t want to explain who he was. I know that it stung and he apologized, I told him no worries but that his presences in my life can not be known for I do not want to be question I guess you can say he was in semi shock but understood. I guess he didn’t realize I do have a life that he has no part of just like I don’t to his. I knew that it stung but he accepted it but I feel that it left him thinking. I told him as far as everyone knows I am single. I think those words stung because after that he asked me who I was texting and I would just say friends. I know he saw that I got a few male callers but did not answer but texted instead. He started telling me who he was texting as if this would make me tell him what I was doing but I did not question him. Figured it really isn’t my business not that I was curious but honesty, after the dating site I realized that I shouldn’t be curious he does not belong to me and I have no rights to ask as he has no rights to ask me.

He really is used to doing things alone and that he really craves attention yet, will not ask. He will behave one moment as a friend would but than the next a lover. But what I really did notice was not once did we say we loved or liked each other. There was no loving words. There was times we were quiet and just enjoy each other but no need for words. Yet, we laughed so much and yet, there was an inner peace. This weekend was an eye opener to many new realities but the bottom line is I love affection and showing it, this was a different kind of experience one that gave me a lot to think of and realizing that reality is not with him.

Sexual adventures

I usually do not like writing in the evening cause I am to tired so forgive the mistakes but my mind can not stop thinking of my weekend with Alan that is coming soon. We usually do not get a weekend together and I am planning our sexual adventures for next weekend. I will be spending a lot of time with Alan. I know that I should not be the one planning these things but to be honesty, this way I feel in control. I know that I shouldn’t be doing this with him but he is the one. When I told him that I no longer wanted to do this with him I felt like someone had taken the wind out of me and it would not let me breath. He was the one that accepted it no matter what, he was willing to take it and realized that he lost that part of me. However, this does not define our relationship, yet, it is part of what we enjoy about each other. I love that he is so open-minded and enjoy his desire for me and the he is willing to explore.

These were all fantasies I mine but glad I had inspirational bloggers that got me thinking if they can why not me. M.

On our first night, I want to do another sexual adventure about finding a stranger and just blowing him, since he got so hot and bothered, I figured let him be my witness. This thought turns me on so much for it is fun to give a stranger a memory. However, when I am done with the stranger I get to be Fucked… now I call that a happy ending for me especially sine it will be Alan. He will see how naughty I can really be, if my mind is in the right form.

Second night go visit a club and hope that its decent and that we can go further than we did the first time. I do enjoy having people watch us. I enjoy the energy a club can create with the Alan, back ground, and setting it could be amazing. If we fuck another couple that’s ok but if we don’t it will still be amazing. I just want to enjoy in being somewhere naughty and letting myself go especially with him. I am just hoping I do not pick a dud.

Third night a couple, I am looking to find a couple otherwise visit another club. I know we did the couple before but that one was a big time dud and hoping this time I can actually pick the right couple who will not forget me in the adventure. I figure lets give that another try. Otherwise, let try another club and see where it takes us. Either way I hope we can do it all because moments like this do not come often and anything could happen.

I guess reading everyone’s adventures made me realize I need to bring that back to me. That is the part that I enjoyed and I haven’t really shown it. Alan gets glimpses of it but never really understood till now. I need to be able to bring that back to me. I know Alan will enjoy it and so will I. It be a weekend we won’t forget in a long time. Now I am just worried about the after math. Whatever happens I know that I want this weekend to be enjoyable and I will deal with the after math by myself.

Hope at a young age and old

I have been debating about what to write about since so much is happening in my life right now. With my daughter’s graduation coming to an end getting her set up for her next chapter in her life, I see how happy she is that she is done with high school and now looking forward to a new chapter in life. I see how excited that she is now going to be able to live her life more freely without the teachers and I pushing her to finish her first degree of many more to come. She has it all planned out to be done with college by the age of 24 be married by the age of 25 and have her babies before the age of 30, to live happily ever after. To see her plan her destiny makes me smile yet, sad that life is really not that easy. I had the same thoughts at her age and I got as far as having my last child at the age of 30, expect I wasn’t planning on being with someone who would emotionally and physically abuse (sexually, not physical) me. I never thought I would see myself at this age being a mistress or being in love with a man that could never belong to me. I pray that her life turns out better than mine that she truly does find that one man that would truly love her as she should be loved. That she does not go through heartache of infidelity, or of being bored in her relationship that she might fall in love with someone else besides her husband. Can you really prepare someone for these two events that could happen? I know nobody prepared me for this and sometimes I wish I had someone who would have forewarn me of it.

I know with me that wasn’t the case I never thought I would cheat on my ex roommate or that I would fall in love with a man that owns so much of me. I never was prepared to know that husbands can actually rape their wives or that there is so many emotional, mental games that are played by the ones you love. I wasn’t prepared that at this age I would at last find my soul mate the one I been looking for and wanted to believe in when I was younger. I never thought I would find the one who can connect with me as Alan has. I never thought I would meet the man that would actually complete me.

Alan is going through some kind of turmoil and not sure what it is since he won’t tell me and I am not asking but I could feel it. He has giving me short glimpses of it but I feel since his trip from his vacation something is eating him up. He knows I have changed and maybe he does not like my changes but it’s the only way to protect myself. We had a long discussion about how the dating site open my eyes to realizing that he is free to do what he wants as so am I. I told him I am planning in going to SD for a swingers convention with another couple but didn’t want to tell him who it was (he is very jealous of the man). Of course, he did not like it but what can he really do to stop me. I told him planning on a BBQ for my daughter and he asked if he could come, of course told him No, cause he is married. He asked again if he could meet my daughter told him once again he is married and that was impossible. Sometimes I wonder if he is just joking but deep inside I don’t think so. He told me he does not like my new home says it gives him bad vibes told I don’t either but it was worth it for my daughter. I think him being married and me not allowing him in my real life is also getting to him. He said he can’t believe I was celibate for 4 years. The reason I survived 4 years of celibacy with my ex roommate is because I was a sexting queen. I didn’t feel I was cheating on my ex roommate cause it was all an illusion of technology plus it was all in cyber land and not in front of me. I did tell him that once I decided that sexting was only making me horny that I decided to actually cross the line and where a lot of my sexual adventures come from. I copied my last blog entry and showed him one of my sexual adventures. He loved it. I give him short versions of it but never will tell him where it’s at due to the fact this blog will hurt him. I told him that my blog will hurt him because it’s about me being in love with a married man and being single still looking for someone else.

However, I saw deep inside of him and I could feel that he is going through something that I must back away , I know that he wishes he could be with me this I know , however, there is something deeper going on . I have backed away not completely for I can never really end these ties. Yet, I could sense Alan that his mind is going through something that I am afraid to ask. We both agreed to tell each other everything without fear but I am still scared to ask. I know he is not planning on leaving me but I think deep inside he is wanting what he can’t have, what it is I am not planning on asking but I do have a very strong feeling what it is. I do not want the lies to begin especially since I know that would be a road of more despair than anything else. I am already on this bumping road and I do not need for it to get worse.

He knows I am looking to find that one person who completes me as he does but a better version of what we have. Yet, I know deep inside of me that nobody will completely fulfill me as he does. I know that nobody would be able to understand, connect with me as intensely as he does, as well as love me deeply as he does. We both accept our ways and who we are. I hate that I am trapped in a cage without finding an exit but it is my cage and I do have the key to unlock it so why don’t I. We talked about this about our connection and how we can sense each other without actually speaking to each other but we know and understand that it will never be more than it is now for he is taken. I wish there was a way for me to stop these feeling but I can’t, I am not strong enough. I just know that he is the one and I don’t understand why him. I know that the reason men do not come to me is because they can sense they can never have me completely as Alan does. I know that letting him go is the most painful experience I ever felt and it feels like I am losing a huge part of me. Yet, every day I wake up hoping today is the day that I meet that one man who can take me where Alan has taken me but to the point of being able to go to bed with him each night and waking up with him beside me.

New year’s Eve BJ…

Please read with caution… some how it got X-rated..

As we know I am having a hard time letting go of Alan no matter what he has done. I know the reasons behind what he is doing because I was just like him before I changed. I did see him on Sunday but this time I changed the tables on him. I figured if he really wants a FWB than I would treat him as one. I will enjoy the moment for what it was and nothing more. It took some mental work on my part. Before I became submissive I was always in control of who I was and never let anyone get close to me emotionally. I always been afraid of commitment and in a way still am. I figured what happen to the woman that would enjoy the sexual adventures and did not care who knew. I had to think when was the last time I played that game. When was I the one who seeked a playmate for the evening, who left a memory. When was the last time I had control of my adventures before I gave them to Alan before I gave myself to someone else completely before I let my submissive side come out.

Than I remembered this… I always wanted to do something crazy for New Years Eve, I was tired of my ex roommate just laying there waiting for midnight to show up, so I got dressed and left. You have to remember my ex didn’t care what I did or where I went or what time I left as long as I came home and didn’t cheat on him.

I have a sexual bucket list that I wanted to accomplish so this New Year’s Eve I
decided that at midnight I wanted to be on my knees giving a blow job to a total stranger and let him remember that New Years for year’s to come. I remembered how in control I was. How I was in control of making this happen. I remembered drinking and just having a good time. I remembered how I was just dancing the night away and feeling good but knowing that I needed to find someone to be able to accomplish this and than I met him. He was a nice guy and one that seemed not so adventures, he probably was boring when he was sober. He was going to become MY adventure just for one night and he will enjoy it for what it is. As the night continued we kind of partnered up on the dance floor. Being that I know how to seduce on that dance floor and I knew how to move those hips, grind him as he got closer, making sure that he cock was thrilled by my movements. I had him aroused and hooked. I asked him to go outside with me when it was 10 minutes to New years. He asked why, I told him because I will be giving you a special kiss that can not been seen here.

I took him outside and started kissing him, letting him know there is more. At first he was a shocked but I told him just enjoy it for the moment, for what it is. I started rubbing him, grinding him as we kissed. I could feel his cock getting hard and that was a thrill to know that I had the power to thrill someone. The power to control someone else’s arousal. To enjoy the excitement of being out in public taking that chance. I unbuckled his pants. I let my hand touch him so and it felt hard as I started stroking it, slowly promising more to come. Once I felt the pre-cum I dropped to my knees, at first he said No but he couldn’t resist. Who the hell can resist a woman on her knees. I told him just remember this New Years for years to come and you’ll have a story to tell. His cock felt nice and it was very hard. I tasted his pre-cum he was so excited. As I took him in I felt the warmth of his cock on my tongue. I slowly started circling the tip of his cock enjoying that he was getting harder, this encouraged me to continue. I took my time, licking him up and down, feeling the veins on his cock pulsate. I would let him enter my mouth slowly as I savored him, giving him enough suction as he entered . Enjoying the pre-cum as it started getting more excited getting closure to his release. I slowing showed him how deep I will allow him to go. I heard his moans and I was getting wet just knowing that he was thrilled with my talent. I took him in deep in my throat, squeezing my throat so he can feel it as he entered deeply. I started to grab his hips to show him how to fuck my mouth. He caught on quickly for he started to thrust himself and as reward he would feel me squeeze my throat every time he went in deep. I was wet from excitement knowing soon I would release as well. I could feel his cock get ready for release and I made sure to taste every drop of it as I did, I came as well. He was hollering to the moon. It was just like I wanted it to be. As soon as we were done so was the evening. I just got up and thanked him for making my bucket list, winked and walked away. I remember he wanted to take me out to get a bite to eat but I was done and happy to have done what I did.

As I was thinking of this adventure one of my last ones I was thinking when did I change. How did Alan change me, when did I give someone else that power without me realizing it. I want my power back till I find the one who can honestly make me their submissive till I can find the one can control my desires. I guess I got off the subject but this is what I am feeling at this moment and trying to do some deep thinking… but it didn’t hurt to think of some of my adventures.

Sad return

I was doing good when it came to Alan. When he first arrived he texted me to let me know he was home safe. It was funny but I could feel his return. I knew before he told me he was back actually the night before I felt his return, I could sense that he was coming home. How the hell can a connection be that strong, how can my senses be so alert when it comes to him. He didn’t tell me when he would be home and I never asked so it scares me that our connection could be that strong to sense when the other is close. I was prepared all day not to answer and trying real hard by ignoring my phone and keeping it out of reach. However, the text did come in and I ignored it. He didn’t know I had cancelled my trip because I got to involved in building my own walk in closet in my home!! YYAAAYYY!!! Proud to say that I did one hell of a great job, for a first timer and this weekend the shelves go up. It was sure way of keeping me away from my phone and distracted me from thinking of him. Ok, Ok, Ok, back to Alan.

I ignored it but than I heard it again and he is telling me that he knows I probably will not get his message because I am on my trip. I figured good it buys me time. Than the first call comes in I ignore it but still when I heard his voice I knew that I would be back on that slope before I could even find the rope to help me climb higher and to get away. I hate that I missed him despite everything that is going on. I answered his call and of course, I hear about his vacation and how much fun he had and I told him I was glad for him that I am happy that he got a chance to visit a new place and that he explored it. He told me that him and his wife ended up in a honeymoon resort but that he was difficult because his wife and him are not romantic anymore. I had a hard time believing that, how the heck can you not be romantic at all so it felt awkward to hear that part because there is no way you can not be romantic in place that is meant just for that. However, he told me he missed me and that he crossed to many lines with me during his vacation. At first I did not understand what he meant but than I wished I never asked. He said he let his thoughts go somewhere that they shouldn’t have, somewhere where he does not allow them to go. He felt inappropriate having any thoughts of me during his vacation because that time belong to his wife. He must have gone to fantasy land where we are not allow to go when it comes to affairs maybe that is why he kept saying he was crossing the line. He sounded guilt, I was surprised. I told him he shouldn’t have thought of me at all especially where his thoughts were going. He claims, he kept wishing I was there with him and if I would have enjoyed it as much as him. He never really has cross the line of fantasying about us maybe sexually but anything else is taboo for both of us. He has been in vacation before without and never really expressing that he wanted me there. He was sounded depressed because of it. He told me he knew with me that I would have enjoyed the beaches and the sunsets, plus exploring the city. He claims that him and his wife had many arguments during this trip which is also a first, but than his daughter did not go with him this time to be the peacemaker. I am had a hard time believing that as well and took everything he said with grain of salt. I am having a hard time believing anything he says right now yet, part of me felt sorry for him. He claims that there were many times he wished he would have contacted me but that his phone screen broke and that he couldn’t really see his screen. He does not know I saw that he checked his email besides that he did text me when he returned.

I have the feeling Alan is going through some major turmoil as I am as well. I think we both know that we are holding on to a string that has no end. We are both messed up and afraid to let each other go but this has been going on for a while. We both know the changes that our happening and can not be avoid either I think we are in our point of our lives where decision’s need to be made. Who will start the no contact, right now I just taking that call took me back to wanting him, and knowing me I will probably take another call as it comes. I’ve been bittersweet about the call. I hate that I want him so much and yet knowing that he is my drug of choice can also kill me emotionally. I hate that I wasn’t strong enough not to ignore it. I just don’t understand what is happening or why we can not make an easy break. He knows that I am not staying home waiting for him but than he never did ask me so I think this is the dagger that is causing all the issues because maybe for the first time he is realizing there is more to me than he ever thought he could handle. He probably realizing that I am making myself more available. He probably realizes I am not completely his as I know he can never be mine.

another day another disappointment….

Not sure why I am surprised and why I am disappointed. I guess seeing that Alan is checking his email, yet he has no time to send me a quick note. I know that I shouldn’t expect it but still its a disappointment for me. I not sure why I even thought that this time he would send me a quick note. However, wasn’t I suppose to start the NC I guess I am being pushed that way. Maybe a part of me wanted to hear from him saying he misses me, so I wouldn’t have to go that route but apparently I guess I am not being missed and its better this way. I feel that I am being overdramatic and this is not me. I shouldn’t care if he does or not but I do.

I just have to realize that this is good for me even though I feel like my heart is being ripped from me. I won’t email him or let him know what is going on for its only for me to know and not him. I just know since the dating site we haven’t been able to go over the hump so I guess you can say that this should make me stronger but it hasn’t. I guess one day at a time and each day that passes makes it harder yet, easier for my decision.