This must be my weekend for the bizarre and unexpected experiences. I'm not even sure I can share what happened today in much detail. Who would dare talk about their sex life to a group of drunk friends, after all.
I have this friend who just shows up, like a stalker. She actually broke into my home today while I was gone, just to leave a note asking me to call her. She has my phone number, but she is sort of stalker'ish like that, always doing bizarre things to get my attention. It also seems that every time she shows up, my clothes fall off. She is a bad habit of mine, and it all started because she gives everyone she knows nicknames. Hers for me is very naughty, in a nice way. She calls me Miss Fabulous. Seriously. I asked her why one day, and it was my body she used as a reason, and asked to see me naked. Ever since then she can talk me out of my clothes without a single word. The thing about it is; it is always, so spontaneous and happens in some of the most naughty ways, and places. She is a self proclaimed nymphomaniac, and I can attest to her very unusual moods. I wish we could fall in love. I know I love her. She is like my exact twin, in every way, but hair and brain.
I asked her to move in with me, shortly after she gave birth to a child, and she broke up from our relationship, by saying I was too irresistible for her to live with because she would never want to leave my bed. I am SERIOUS, who could forget a quote like that as a break-up fight. Ever since then, I go so extreme to dress to perfection for her and she ends up ripping my clothes off very unexpectedly, and in some of the most unusual moments. ( She kidnapped me, one hour after I got home from burying my husband. Her way of helping me through my grief. I was supposed to be with family members at a gathering, and everyone was freaking out about where I was. My son's thought I was committing suicide, when I was really just having multiple orgasms. Let's just say I had to be creative with a little white LIE. My husband would have laughed, he always loved a good joke. He knew we played around sometimes and I often wonder if it was meant to happen as I felt so loved that day and not so alone, and in tears. A case of Bekka's weird timing too... She is a one of a kind. :) It is such a strange friendship I have with Bekka. She has a habit of never staying more than a single day or two in one place. She will disappear, without a word. She is so mysterious to me and I really enjoy playing her games. I feel like a whole different person when I'm around her. She is DANGER for me. But so fun to hang around with.
I won the visit from her today.
She gave me an hour to get ready.
I first gave her a fashion show of some of the clothes that I had bought since she last came calling on me. I always hated being my fathers fashion model as a child. But it is so fun to show off the clothes to someone who isn't just motivated to sell a photo. She Loves MY style. Just being around her makes me feel so special, I'll let her use her imagination, to take advantage of me. I danced for her, and I'm not sure how this happens, but I didn't do any of my usual routines, but just improvised and I even stunned myself. I'm in retirement, but it just felt so good to know she was watching me that I just gave her the show of how much I love her. Only my husband and her have ever seen me do that.
I love being her total barbie doll, and I flirt with her so totally shamelessly.
I had a really nice day being someones entertainment.
Yes, this is the Tame version of the whole story.
Most dates, don't begin with a home invasion. Mine did today.
Ceres wrote:
I just wake up in the morning with messy hair just like everyone else. I love surprises.
I have this friend who just shows up, like a stalker. She actually broke into my home today while I was gone, just to leave a note asking me to call her. She has my phone number, but she is sort of stalker'ish like that, always doing bizarre things to get my attention. It also seems that every time she shows up, my clothes fall off. She is a bad habit of mine, and it all started because she gives everyone she knows nicknames. Hers for me is very naughty, in a nice way. She calls me Miss Fabulous. Seriously. I asked her why one day, and it was my body she used as a reason, and asked to see me naked. Ever since then she can talk me out of my clothes without a single word. The thing about it is; it is always, so spontaneous and happens in some of the most naughty ways, and places. She is a self proclaimed nymphomaniac, and I can attest to her very unusual moods. I wish we could fall in love. I know I love her. She is like my exact twin, in every way, but hair and brain.
I asked her to move in with me, shortly after she gave birth to a child, and she broke up from our relationship, by saying I was too irresistible for her to live with because she would never want to leave my bed. I am SERIOUS, who could forget a quote like that as a break-up fight. Ever since then, I go so extreme to dress to perfection for her and she ends up ripping my clothes off very unexpectedly, and in some of the most unusual moments. ( She kidnapped me, one hour after I got home from burying my husband. Her way of helping me through my grief. I was supposed to be with family members at a gathering, and everyone was freaking out about where I was. My son's thought I was committing suicide, when I was really just having multiple orgasms. Let's just say I had to be creative with a little white LIE. My husband would have laughed, he always loved a good joke. He knew we played around sometimes and I often wonder if it was meant to happen as I felt so loved that day and not so alone, and in tears. A case of Bekka's weird timing too... She is a one of a kind. :) It is such a strange friendship I have with Bekka. She has a habit of never staying more than a single day or two in one place. She will disappear, without a word. She is so mysterious to me and I really enjoy playing her games. I feel like a whole different person when I'm around her. She is DANGER for me. But so fun to hang around with.
I won the visit from her today.
She gave me an hour to get ready.
I first gave her a fashion show of some of the clothes that I had bought since she last came calling on me. I always hated being my fathers fashion model as a child. But it is so fun to show off the clothes to someone who isn't just motivated to sell a photo. She Loves MY style. Just being around her makes me feel so special, I'll let her use her imagination, to take advantage of me. I danced for her, and I'm not sure how this happens, but I didn't do any of my usual routines, but just improvised and I even stunned myself. I'm in retirement, but it just felt so good to know she was watching me that I just gave her the show of how much I love her. Only my husband and her have ever seen me do that.
I love being her total barbie doll, and I flirt with her so totally shamelessly.
I had a really nice day being someones entertainment.
Yes, this is the Tame version of the whole story.
Most dates, don't begin with a home invasion. Mine did today.
Ceres wrote:
Lol at HLB you're a handful. Everything just sound sexciting with you if you get what i mean haha
I just wake up in the morning with messy hair just like everyone else. I love surprises.
