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It's trick or treat night in the neighborhood. It is always a difficult time for me motionally - a harsh reminder that I still havent found my special lady and living my dream life of loving wife and kids and white picket fence. I answer the doorbell and greet the wide variety of trick or treaters that show up on my doorstep...from near toddlers whose short little legs are challenged by the steps to my door of my split level to teenage boys with an addiction to
chocolate and changing voices and the first signs of a mustache that they refuse to shave. Sometimes it is just the kids and sometime it is the kids with their mom or dad. One such pair is a single mom with her daughter. The little
tyke - probably 3 - 4 years old is dressed up as a princess in a little pink outfit, curly blond hair, green eyes, and princess crown - simply
adorable. Mom is beautiful in a girl next door kind of way. She is a little shorter than me, pretty green eyes, creamy skin, and dimples when she smiles. She is wearing jeans and a pink v-neck knit top that reveals a little of her b/c cup cleavage. She has a few extra pounds on her but is very proportional and wears it well. Most of the vistors stop only long enough to get the goodies, but she stays long enough to engage in a little small talk. She wonders why my wife isnt handing out the candy and I explain
I am divorced and still looking for Mrs Right. I also explain I'm hardheaded and stubborn about what I want and that I'm not looking for simply someone I can live with - I am looking for someone who meets a much higher standard - I am looking for someone I cant live without. Shes asks about my desires for kids once I find Mrs Right and I tell her that I am a family man at heart and want more kids - especially a daughter to spoil rotten - a daddy's girl - and that I am open to dating single moms. We engage in a bit more small talk - hobbies, interests, etc before she says the little one is getting a bit restless to visit more houses. I give her my number saying if she wants to get together some time to call me - shes in control
since she doesnt have to give me her number and can hide her caller ID until she is comfortable with me. After she leaves, I continue to greet the continuing assortment of trick or treaters, but I cant get her off my mind. I keep thinking about the potentials that may exist with her - friendship only - I could be content with that - future wife - I could be HAPPY with that!
The hours for trick or treating end and I start to put away the candy that remains - funny how I save the stuff I like to hand out last - the doorbell rings again. I answer the doorbell only to see her again - this time dressed in a rain coat tied tightly around the waist. Her breath smells of whiskey (liquid courage?) and she looks slightly intoxicated - but not drunk. Wasting no time at all, she plants a wet kiss on me. I return the kiss, kissing her ever so softly. She pushes me inside the house and
shuts the door. We continue the soft gentle kisses on the landing as she unties the rain coat to reveal she is completely nude.
...to be continued...