The panties say “I’ve been naughty” on the front, and “Spank Me” on the back.
I’d like several pairs, please. 😉
I am finding myself increasingly depressed by what I’ve been finding in the kinky personals. Married men. By the bucketful, really.
Even though my profile clearly states I’m not interested in married men.
I wish I were, you know. I wish I could just push away the guilt and have a good randy time, because some of them are adorable, and intelligent, and well-spoken, and horny.
It’s not some big moral thing on my part – I’ve been with men who were involved before. And that’s precisely why I don’t want to do it again. It’s too hard. No matter how hard I try not to, I live with the fear that I’ll get a phone call one day from The Wife.
A lot of my attitudes changed as my own marriage was coming to an end. Because The Ex gave me cart-blanche to see other men, fuck other men, about a year before we broke it off. And I just couldn’t do it. I did try, one night.
I met a perfectly lovely Latin man in a bar one night while out with some friends. He was sexy, he had a delicious accent, a hard body, danced like the devil, and made me want to sin so bad my knees were weak. And when he touched me and moved me around the dance floor every cell in mo body sat up and sang.
He leaned over and kissed me. It went on and on. The first kiss since I’d met my husband years before. Sexy and wet and wanting and everything I’d been missing with my husband.
He wanted me to go to a hotel with him. And I so wanted to. The man was practically every wet dream I’d had. But I couldn’t do it.
To go home with him meant I’d given up on my marriage. And maybe I was getting close to that point. But I couldn’t do both – have sex with this man, and still hold out hope for my marriage. Either I was working on one, or working on the other. Having your cake and eating it too is just not something that works for me.
So, I continue with the search. Wish me luck. 🙂