Love and Anger  

Supervy_Sage 50M
939 posts
8/22/2006 12:17 am

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Love and Anger


Ok, another story from my distant past.

I used the date an older Thailand lady in Florida named Lek. I moved in and lived with her for about 6 months. We had a lot of good sex, and it wasn’t hard to get her ramped up and ready to go. All I had to do was give her a message, and if I got to her legs, she was ready to go, no mater if she was late for work or note. I would try to get her spun up before work so she would pounce on my after work, or it would back fire and she would want it then and be late for work.

Anyway, she had a few money problems, a DUI on her record, and was divorced with two little guys that her husband had custody of. So, I found out about her money problems after she decided to start seeing her rich hotel owner boy friend again, but she wanted me to still live with her. I had issue with this and moved out shortly after. Her friends told me that she really liked me, but needed more money for her debts, so started to see her old boy friend again.

I still wrote her loved letters and poems and left them on her door with gifts. Her boyfriend got concerned and called me, and wanted me to come over to his hotel to talk. Against my better judgment, I went. We talked very civil. He asked me why I thought I still had a chance with her, and about my feelings. I told him that I did love her, and missed her. And he said the same. Well, I decided that maybe this rich guy was better for her, and I stopped trying to recapture what we had.

One day she gives me a call, and asks me to come to her apartment to talk. I know her well, and know she is not interested in talking. So, I go. She meets me at the door wearing a long T-shirt, down to her knees. We talk, and I just wait to see how long it takes her to make the first move. I guess we talked for about 40 minutes, then just out of the blue (not really, I expected it) she says, “I’m hot” and pulls off her T-Shirt. She has nothing on under it. We bang like rabbits.

A few weeks later, she says she wants to go to the beach, but again, I know what she wants. So I pick her up and I take her to a quite section of beach, and we catch some sun for a few hours, just chatting and relaxing. She asks me to put some sun oil on her, and she starts wiggling around, and before you know it, we are banging like rabbits.

I didn’t see her much after that. I missed her a lot, and was eager to meet whenever she wanted, and once remember just driving by her new place her rich boy friend got her just to see if she was ok. When I drove by, and say her face in the kitchen window, and she looked ok, so kept driving. Then maybe 7 months later, I had a new girl friend, and I saw her with her rich boyfriend at the very bar we met, and he was very obviously dumping her in public. I wanted to go to her, and consol her, but my new Filipino girl friend gave me that don’t you dare look, and I didn’t. To this day, I with I had told my Filipino girl friend to “get bent” and went to hold my beautiful Lek.

I know it would have been really hopeless to think that I was in a postion to help her in any way at all, other then just to be there and offer a shoulder to cry on. What even angered me more was the phone call from the very man I spoke with at his hotel, and hearing him say to me, “You can have her back now.”

The Super Pervy Sage


purpletrashcan 50F
41658 posts
8/22/2006 8:36 am

It's never too late....

Pull My Fucking Hair!


ButteryDelight 58F

8/25/2006 10:48 am

Memories are good. i pull them out when ever i find myself sad and getting depressed.

i want to thank you for visitng my blog and leaving a comment. That was so nice of you.

Buttery Delight


Supervy_Sage replies on 8/28/2006 3:04 am:
Hey, no problem at all. I like finding new blogs to read.

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