That’s not the case for me. When I have the privilege of taking one of these girls out, I make sure they experience the same level of experience and attention I once gave my late wife. They’re spoiled and treated the way any woman by my side should be.
I plan every detail of the date so she doesn’t have to think about anything except what she wants to wear. The reason I approach dating this way now is simple, it’s what works best for me. My career is extremely demanding, and traditional dating just doesn’t align with my current lifestyle.
The reason they get the same treatment, is because at the end of date behind close doors these girls let me fuck their brains out just like my late wife allowed me to. All hole access, no limit, nasty slut in the bedroom.
I fuckin' miss her so much. I met her at a metal show in Los Angeles back in 2000. I was standing by the bar with a few friends when she walked up to me and said I was “fucking hot.”
We hit it off instantly. My friends and I bought her group drinks all night, and we just clicked. Laughing, talking, and enjoying the show. At one point, she asked me to walk her to the bathroom because she didn’t want to go alone, and she grabbed my hand with that playful, confident smile I’ll never forget.
She pulled me by the hand and had me join her in the bathroom and she locked the door. Without saying a word the began to unbuckle my pants, got on her knees, and gave me the sloppiest nastiest deepthroat BBBJ. Once hard she bent over the sink, lifted her skirt, pulled her g-string to the side and told me to fuck her. As I fucked her she told me to stick my thumb in her ass. I did as directed and after about a minute of pumping I could feel myself about to cum. When I expressed this she pushed me off and shoved my cock deep down her throat and swallowed my fuckin' load.
And that, kids, is not only how I met my wife, but also how I ended up with chlamydia. We got married two years later, and she sadly passed away from COVID-19 in 2020. I know I went off on a bit of a tangent, but this weekend, her memory came up in a few unexpected ways.
As I mentioned to
@Swytypy during a private conversation over the weekend, I’m not the same person I was after losing her. I told
@Swytypy that this meme sums it up perfectly.
It's one thing to date your dream girl, it's another to find your soulmate. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever experience the kind of love or devotion she gave me again. That doesn't happen twice in a life time...does it?
