This is what this Bogg is for....  

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10/12/2005 1:51 am

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This is what this Bogg is for....


My mind has been drifting back to my teen age years and a wonderful lovely and generous woman, Joan. I had known Joan since I was thirteen. She had been married then but when I was seventeen she had been divorced. I had a good voice as a young man and had been asked to do a number of musicals. Joan had been the lead in several of these. She seemed so much older than me then. She was thirty-two.
The theater company was in another town and it was easier to sleep on her couch for the night and get home the next day after a rehearsal. I had been doing it since I was thirteen. Now it was different. She was alone, divorced. I was very naive. I’d been raised in a little dairy community and had no idea how women had passions.
We had talked that night and I had rubbed her shoulders.
She had gone up to bed. I had taken my pants off and put on a tea-shirt. I put my blanket on the couch and had gone to sleep.
It was very dark with just a few shadows coming in from the moonlight evening.
I’ve got to be honest I’m not sure about the shadows but in my memories it seem like there should have been.
Suddenly I was awaken for my sleep by a warm naked body slipping under the covers next to me. I was shocked she her hands moved quickly down my body and she grabbed me cock. It was more than I was in any way prepared for and in a second I exploded. Joan helped me clean up and she kissed me. We made love that night. I was awkward and clumsy but she was loving and guided me.
We made love every time we could for several years. I got better. Joan was beautiful. Seperated by several decades I’m finding it hard to see her face but I know she was beautiful. Dark hair cut short. She was cute, she was sexy, she was beautiful, she was poetic. I was in college by then and we only saw each other on the trips I took when I went home.
The last time was by accident. I walked into a Holliday Inn to hear some jazz. Joan was there. She almost ran across the room and wrapped herself around me, her mouth pressed against mine.
It was too strong for me. Too much love and too much need. I wasn’t prepared for so much.
I never heard from Joan again but she is always with me and always part of who I am.
This is was this bogg is about. A chance for me to keep these woman alive in my heart and my memories.
They were all wonderful and they are all still with me.
Joan is in my heart always. They all are.

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