Allow me to get this off my chest...

I need to say something before I continue. I am a good girl. Usually. I never went crazy in college. I didn't have an experimental phase. In fact, until the affair with the Boss and subsequent AM misadventures, I was only with my husband. Ever. So, the whole notion of being with a woman was never a desire. That said...

Here we were, sitting on her couch. She was pressed against me kissing me and before I could comprehend this my nipple was in her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it before sucking. She was playful at first. It was really good. I moaned a little then she put her hand up my skirt and began to rub around. She paused briefly to express surprise at my completely hairless situation. I just laughed a little. I was in no condition to form words, let alone coherent ones. She began to suck more aggressively at my nipple. She was tugging and biting as she slipped a finger inside me. It was too much to take. I came rather quickly, I am embarrassed to say. She slipped her finger out, licked it, and said to me "let's do this again soon."

Contrary to whatever opinion you all may have formed about me, I am not an overtly sexual person. I don't flirt a lot. I dress conservatively and I have to really know someone before I discuss anything sexual. That is why this whole encounter was so out of left field for me. I am trying to analyze the events of the day to figure it out.

And yes, we are meeting again soon. After all, it's my turn to play!

An interesting twist...

It has been an interesting couple of weeks.  The Boss tried to lure me back.  Insisted he still wanted me.  I stood my ground and denied him.  As I was venting to my friend, I told her everything.  I figured she might think I was terrible for the affair or terrible for continuing it for so long.  She was not repulsed by my confessions.  In fact she moved closer to me and put her arm around me.

I continued to go on and on and I guess that's why I didn't notice her hand on my knee.  Or notice when she leaned in closer.  However, when her hand started to slide up my thigh I noticed. 

What was this???  I have known her for some time.  I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought.  Honestly, I have appreciated the beauty of woman but I never considered being with one.  This was shocking to me and I stopped mid-sentence as I lost my train of thought.

She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face toward hers. Then, before I had a chance to wrap my head around this situation, her lips were pressed against mine and her hand was slowly moving down my blouse and ever so gently squeezing.   This was amazingly good.  I didn't protest. I didn't want this to stop.  I couldn't remember who or what I was complaining about...I just knew I wanted this to continue and it did.  She stopped kissing my my mouth and started to work on my exposed nipple.  I wish I could tell you how I slowly undressed for her but I have no clue how my shirt was opened.  This was such a blur.  I was loving every sweet minute of it and thinking back on it now, I am started to get turned on again. 

This was the craziest, most intense, and most surprising thing I have ever done...and I will tell you all about it...next time. 

Hello Old Friend....

When I last posted I was giving serious thought to delving into a fetish or two.  In the end, the man leading me down that path spooked me just enough to back off.  I re-evaluated what I have been doing.  I stopped my AM account and decided to be a good girl again.  That lasted at least a few days...

Sure enough, just as I had become resolved to behaving like a proper lady, The Boss reappeared.  He was still living with his new girlfriend.  Even though he had brushed me off and I had sworn I wouldn't talk to him anymore, he was begging to see me.  He told me he thought of me every day and I was his addiction.  He begged me to give myself to him again and I balked. 

The pressure from him was getting intense.  He had an out-of-town work thing and begged me to come.  As tempted as I was, I stuck to my guns and declined.  He stopped texting me.  I reached out to him and he brushed me off.  A few days later I was at work checking facebook like everyone else does when I noticed he changed his profile status to engaged.  It felt like a punch to my gut.  Every lie about how much he needed me and wanted me rushed into my mind.  Why the fuck wasn't I good enough???

He posted her picture.

 My jaw dropped.  This woman, whose name I don't even know, could be my sister.  He replaced me with a look-a-like.  I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry.  Without saying a word, I showed her picture to my friend and she asked if she was related to me.  I felt like I was slapped in the face.

Last night, I got a text from him.  He wanted to stop by.  "I thought you were behaving?" I asked.  "I only misbehave with you." He replied.  "Won't she give you a proper bj?"  "She tries."  I wish I had told him to fuck off. I wish I had told him to forget I exist since he replaced me in every sense.  Instead, I told him no thanks, tonight is not good.

I cannot put this mindfuck of a friendship to rest for good, but I am done.