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Hi guys Lisa Blogging away again,,,
Feeling quite nervous about this one. Hope it does not upset my husband or hurt his feelings.
I have been in love three or four times in my life, make that five times if I include the man
who lived with me shortly before meeting my husband. We had more of a friendship than a sexual
passion between us but he counts. My Highschool boyfriend and I had a traditional boyfriend/girlfriend
situation. We went to different colleges, he got focused towards a career. My attitudes towards men changed
radically, it was 1979 and drugs, sex and alcohol were everywhere. Had a few 9 1/2 week relationships,
had sex with a few women along the way.
Mostly my style was going out to a bar, find a guy, ask to see his car, make out , give him a blowjob and
maybe have sex with him next time. My fear of pregnancy was always there, sure the pill works but the fear
is always there. Between the drugs and vodka, these men are a blur in my memory. My husband has told me we
met on more than one occasion during those years. Guess we just flirted, he claims we never went beyond talking.
Then at age 25, a young man walked up to me at local summer event and told me how hot I looked in my green gym shorts.
I was sober at the time, maybe two beers. He introduced himself and we sat down on a picnic bench and talked.
my instincts told me this guy was not looking for a slutty girl. He wanted someone to show off to his parents and co-workers.
Well, my good girl act worked, we exchanged numbers and he called me that night. The man knew what he wanted..that was me.
trust me he could have had me that afternoon.
So we made plans to get together the next afternoon. Suddenly, fear sets in ! What should I wear, this is not a quick
let's fuck and see ya later, maybe type of deal. It really mattered to me what he thought. I called him .."Tell me what to wear" I really want to make a nice impression on you".."Wear a miniskirt or something to show off your legs" If you recall 1987 was the year
miniskirt came back into fashion. Chose to go bare legged which was not the norm but it was warm outside.
He picks me up, nice car one of those Nissan two-door sports cars. Just looked it up a 300 ZX. I look over at him, "Let's clear the air and get the first kiss out of the way" He moved in on me and was not shy about it. His hands moved between my legs. I stopped him, let's go inside and fuck.
We did and ordered a pizza and fucked again.
This guy was a real man, I felt submissive like he was in charge. Very unusual for me. The next six months, my life
went from party girl slut to sober conservative woman. Spent most our time together at his condo. There was no way
I was going to let him be around for guys making 10 PM booty calls. After about three weeks I cleared all those guys
out and it was safe for him to sleep at my place.
He was amazing in bed, made me a better person but my urges started to catch up to me. Started leaving his place with work as an excuse. Went home and hung out with old friends. Cocaine and alcohol came back in my life. Drank and dialed a few times. Then he broke up with me. He was the only guy who I have let control my life. Last time we saw each other was when he wanted to meet my husband. He moved out of town to a location closer to his family business.
Still, think about him. He took charge in bed. He told me what to do, He had amazing cum control, a well above average
cock for a white man. Still miss getting facials of being able to to the porn star move open wide waiting for him to cum in my mouth
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