And at midnight Cinderella's coach wasn't the only thing that turned into a pumpkin.  

RaunchyChocolate 53M/51F
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4/5/2006 5:04 pm

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4/5/2006 6:47 pm

And at midnight Cinderella's coach wasn't the only thing that turned into a pumpkin.


I had a nice long cry before I began this entry. I think I needed it. I know I felt it deep in my soul. Don't think I cried like this since my Mother's funeral. It actually felt like I was burying a loved one. I'm burying him for his own good.
I just wrote a Dear John email to the second M in our MFM. It hurt typing that email. It hurt all day long thinking about having to type it. I shed tears at work over it. Now I know you're thinking: why is she getting all worked up over some guy she met on a swinger's sex site? I don't know about other people, I can only speak for myself. I gave my all to this threesome. My time, my body, my energy. I wanted it to work and it did, but recently things started getting far too deep for me. There are some unresolved issues between this gentleman and his former partner and it's overshadowing anything the 3 of us could've built.
I laid awake last night thinking about it. It wore me out. By midnight last night, the beautiful coach that had taken us to this wonderful experience- turned into a pumpkin, complete with the mice chewing on the rinds.
This is gonna hurt for awhile. I'll probably tear up a little, but I have to stick to my decision. No matter how bad I'll feel in the morning.

Raunchy

sexymamma662003 32F

4/5/2006 6:03 pm

been there. it does get easier

~sexy~


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