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11:12 a.m. - 2007-02-06 She's already decided. She is in no hurry to get back together. When I read the email it hurt a lot...I decided to do the only thing I ever do when I get hurt like that - go and get laid. Since it was 2:00 in the morning, most of the bars were closed so this was not an easy proposition. Tried a few of the titty bars, but couldn't get into it - everyone looked so sad. Driving home I was pulling out of a gas station as this girl walked along the sidewalk. She saw me, I saw her - we smiled. Without knowing why, I rolled down my window. "Poor thing you must be freezing, can I give you a lift?" There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. But not for 12 years or more, and the way this city has gotten lately I didn't want to risk a solicitation charge or anything else... I pulled up into the parking spot at her apartment. We sat and talked for a minute, not about anything important. She seemed nice. She leaned in and kissed my neck, then started rubbing my cock through my jeans... My body responded, against my better judgement... "ooh hello" she whispered...unzipping my fly, and freeing me from the confines of my jeans. This was great, but wasns't going the way I'd expected...She'd not asked for money - maybe this was some pro boner work? I felt her lips around me - ohhhh God that felt good...I placed my had on her hair and started to run my fingers through it. It moved. In one piece. It was a wig... Hold the phone. Some things can be faked. But not everything... "You doing ok baby?" she said lifting up. I pointed to a direction that would give me a good view of her neck. Oh dear. Not very noticeable, but it was there. Adam's apple. "I don't know hon, I can't see where you're looking" Fortunately she left without any prompting. I waved and headed home. Washed up, went to bed and felt like crap all next day. On the plus side, I guess any remaining doubts I have about my sexuality have been cleared up. And at least my first post-marriage encounter wasn't with a sheep :/ 0 comments
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