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SingleFelicia
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Seeking an FWB for descrete fun. Blue collar " " x years g xxx . My blue collar ..I miss you so much. Too many years have passed since I found myself in your arms. We weren't your typical couple...me the daughter of a wealthy oil family, you a good ' boy from East Texas, your friends ed you Moose, you were loud...obnoxious even when you were out drinking and shooting pool with your . I still don't know why I pulled into that run down bar outside of Huntsville...well yes I do actually. I'd never been in a place like that....but judging by the number of mud covered trucks out front, I knew I'd find what I was looking for. I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on you...from a table in the back I watched you. Your thick tanned arms...broad , you were what the clothing designers would "husky". Oh my god....your thighs were like tree trunks... Brooks had nothing on you...a nice generous beer gut...I was smitten. I knew I had no chance with someone like you...far from a country girl, I was raised in the suburbs, not the life I would choose. I never doubted I was ...just not the girl to turn heads. I knew most men were turned off by my size...but I've always been comfortable in my skin, I like my curves, the softness of my body, my full breasts..I wasn't a BBW by far, but I didn't compare to the girls I saw in there that night. I was a virgin...maybe beyond that even... x and I'd never even kissed a man. I didn't really give it much thought....sex before marriage in my family was something you just didn't do. But watching you that night, I felt something stir in me that I'd never felt before...all I could think about was getting in your truck with you, driving out under the stars and doing things that would make the whole woods around us . Over the next few weeks I stopped in regularly, just to gawk at you....I didn't even know your name, or that you had noticed me at all. xxx night, walking across the parking lot to my car, I heard someone approaching me from behind, I turned and there you were, I was face to face with you for the first time. "He's not good enough for you" you said. "What are you talking about? Who?" I replied. "The guy that keeps you up, I may not be the brightest man on this planet, but I know what's going on here" I found myself staring into the most honest pair of eyes I had ever seen. For xxx moment in my life, my words failed me, no sarcastic comeback, no dark humor...I was speechless. Then your eyes looked past mine, fixating on something on the rear dash of my Mustang, then you looked at me and said "So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a and the incarnation was complete." You leaned in, and kissed me...gently, slowly..I returned the kiss, and as I pulled away in a moment of hazy confusion, you said "The Great Gatsby, big mature women Louisville always was a favorite of mine" "come on, let's go somewhere and talk" you extended your hand and led me to your truck....for the next xxx hours we would share our life , and soon we were ...in public, you treated me as I wanted, never sharing my background and education with your friends... And I let you be "Moose" the loud obnoxious, beer drinking redneck everyone knew you to be. But at the end of the night..when it was you and I alone in your truck, parked out by the lake watching the stars, you were and kind...we carried on deep philosophical conversations, even read Shakespeare together..no xxx knew your passion for reading..your appreciation of art and music. My father saw your intellect, and loathed you for not going to college. "The damn boy could be an engineer, Hell he could be a damn doctor if he wanted to!" He would say. He couldn't see that you were happy working with your hands...you were a roughneck, girls looking for fun in Huntsville single horny single women of Plymouth Meeting and he couldn't see that we were happy...I was happy. I never needed money to be happy..all I wanted was to be loved, and understood. I had that with you....you were everything to me. I can still feel your hands on my body..so , yet tender at the same time...the night you died, my world ended. I knew something was wrong when you didn't meet me that night, when I came across the accident scene, your best friend was there, as soon as our eyes met I knew. I learned so much over the next few weeks...about the ring...the land you were buying. I miss you..flash forward x years, I've been married for x , and have a beautiful x year old girl..but it's a marriage....no deep conversation...no spark..no "magic". I visited your grave today...I do on this day..every year...and there's always a pink with my name....I wish I knew who places it there..I wish I could still believe that there is a real "good boy" out there...my " the Cable guy" look a like, with a true heart, and a brain in his head....even if he only shares that part with me...remember going to the museum of fine arts with me? Wearing your boots, and tattered jeans...and a hoodie...I'll never forget the look on that couples face when you started discussing the emotion you felt that Renoir painting conveyed...rest in my love. There can't be another like you...or is there? Lonley mature wants sex chat online free |
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