There’s a woman i was friends with for a few years although we never met face to face. She came across me during those evenings i spent on Austin Access during the year and a half or so that i’d moved back from SF. She was an intelligent woman whose sexual appetite was as voracious as i wished mine was. She loves cock. She loves pussy. What she didn’t love was her husband. That’s fine- i never judged her on this. I never judged her on the lovers that she had behind his back either. She deserved to be sexually fulfilled; we all do. The number of loveless and sexless marriages that other people have in this nation is truly astounding.
The arrangement she had with her husband was more of the norm than an exception; barely friends, no sex and only a modicum of respect for one another. But like i said, she deserved to have lovers. It may not have been perfect but at least it was something more than her mate would/ could give her.
We would chat and bounce e-mails back and forth for a few months, then go our separate ways for a while. Then we’d reconnect and catch up, always sharing the most explicit experiences or thoughts that we had.