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Do svidaniya, Comrade.
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Do svidaniya, Comrade. Most of my more delicious sexcapades begin with an email. It's a crap shoot, really not knowing if I'm going to open a complete dud or strike gold. The best way to catch my attention is usually something casually witty. Case in point? " Have slight eastern European accent and I am legal. I get along without a walker and have a very high drive and appetite. Let's meet for a drink and see who blow's who's mind." Oh snap. The pictures attached where of a strikingly handsome man. Rough, subtle muscle cuts, he just seemed like the kind of guy that could hog tie me, do all sorts of naughty things, and make no apology for the rope burn. Being the smart ass that I am, I replied, " How legal? Will you be asking for my credit card number 5 minutes in our conversation?" Some banter back and forth and it was revealed he was Russian, his career was in weapons, and he could kill me with his bare hands if so inclined because oh, you know, he was former KGB. I think they heard my panties drop all the way in China. Trying to be a lady, there was texting. Oh there was texting. Conversations ran from the mundane, to the deep, to the flirty, then to the down right raunchy. He had a taste for debauchery, a shared interest he really peaked my curiosity into the more submissive aspects of my naughty regions. I wanted him to tie me to the bed, debase me, and while we were at it pour vodka in my mouth because that is how they do it in old country, no? My loins, oh my loins were on fire for this one. We both had a free evening to get together which I hastily jumped on. He lived in a typical industrial loft downtown, his dwellings apt for his nature. We sat by the floor to ceiling window, the decor spartan and lit only in candles, talking before I made my way up to the bedroom. A huge bed surrounded by candles, music softly playing, I knew...oh lord did I know I was in for something yummy. To say the Russian was generous lover is understating the time we spent together. It was delicious, it was mouth watering, it was..bliss. Yet as these things tend to do, our time was cut too short due to personal ongoings on his end, and me backing off because well I wanted his prowess on a daily basis yet wasn't awarded such. In my down time, my mind sometimes wonder to lovers of yesterday, and periodically someone pops up with an email to see how it's going. When it's self induced I don't get to fussy over it. But when someone pops up on my timeline, as I'm sitting in panties and a tee sans make up and elbow deep in laundry, I feel like I was caught off guard. Especially when the profile picture is his rugged handsome face...and gorgeous wife and . D'oh! All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be. |
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What a waste of time. Aren't the specifics and deal-breakers something you need to cover BEFORE you even invest initially? .....and how about just dealing with SINGLE people? Makes life alot easier.  "My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death." -Tupac Shakur
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6/9/2012 11:56 pm |
Division: at the time he was legally separated. I knew what I was getting into. But as often is the case life interrupted our situation. Who knows. All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.
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Timeline? As in Bacefook? I haven't had any from the past pop up out of the blue, but I have gotten in touch with a couple exes. Most of it, though, lets me get to gloat about how good I look compared to my classmates since HS. haha. Smart as a horse and hung like Einstein.
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I hate it when life interrups a good thing!
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