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to prove a point to me, or maybe to himself, that there was nothing wrong with our relationship.* * It was easy for me to believe that he was right, that I was being overly concerned, when I was in his arms, and he was making love to me.* All seemed right with the world then, when he was buried deep inside my body, when he would make me come, licking my sensitive button, and lapping at the hot cum that would flow from my pussy.* * We would make love when şişli escort bayan (http://sisliescort34.com/) we would go to bed, after the kids were asleep, and he would wake me up in the same way in the early morning light.* The passion alone, was enough to make me happy, and when the kids were up and home, well, the touches, the kisses, would happen, but it was always G-rated, for family viewing.* We were both well aware that the boys watched us closely.* * I came home, and we talked every day on the phone.* Christmas came and went, and I began to withdraw from Jack.* It broke my heart, to do so, but I needed to figure out just where he fit into my life.* I suppose it was a test, to see how long it would take him to miss me.* Work was all I could manage as I tried to figure out what I needed to do.* * As I reflected on our relationship, and more over, the past visit, I realized Jack no longer spoke of us as a couple or the four of us as a family.* I waited for him to call me, to email me, for in the recent past, it was always I who made the initial contact.* Oh, he would answer the phone and visit, or he would reply to my email, but it wasn't him who made the calls anymore.* He seemed even more distant, and almost aloof.* * I waited, and while I mecidiyeköy escort (http://sisliescort34.com/) did, I met another man.* Don't get me wrong, I did not set out looking, nor was I looking.* One evening when I was sitting at home, I surfed into a website that allowed authors to post erotic stories.* My sex life was something that had taken a nose dive of late, especially since I wasn't even calling Jack, so phone sex was not even in the picture.** I had lost interest in sex, and this website, with the wonderful stories, let me revisit the wonderful, glorious act of the "solo flight".* * This website also allowed you to send private messages to an author, and I did, to the one male author whose stories piqued my interest.* I was bold, and that is normally not like me.* I am usually shy around men, and I put my boldness down to the fact that the anonymity of the computer allowed me to be something that I wasn't, the bold seductress that I always wanted to be. * While I waited for Jack to contact me, I wrote stories for the website, and posted them.* To my surprise, people read them, and according to their comments, enjoyed them.* I had written erotic stories for a few years, but it was a hobby I kept under wraps, and never shared the fact that I wrote erotica or my stories with anyone else.* They were for my pleasure alone, and I masturbate before, during and after penning a story.* * I wrote and as I did so, the time I was waiting for Jack to contact me, wasn't so desperately long.