| Sunday, March 14, 2010, 1:32:12 PM |
I felt pretty down lately, although I shouldn't. I know Phillip is this type of man who attracts women, he has always been that way, and he never had to wait long until opportunities knocked on his door or undressed for him. He did it before becoming the parent of my child, and he has done it again. And I am willing to accept this - if only my heart didn't do the opposite and hurt. It seems that some woman he had to talk to professionally, an aloof, cool manager type in her late fifties it seems, did the Fatal Attraction - Glenn Close - thing to him, crossing and uncrossing her legs and flashing her crotch. It was the oldest woman he had ever fucked, Phillip enthusiastically told me, but wild like a tigress and with a pussy so tight it took his breath. His erection was as hard when telling me as my heart was aching when I heard. I knew it would begin again, I had already wondered why it took so long. Or he just didn't tell me for some time, which he vigorously denied. When he left in the evening and Alpinita slept, I first drank three glasses of red wine, removed my panties, turned on yahoo-messenger, poured a third glass and had a look if one of my closer online friends happened to be around. |
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