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I sat in my office today staring at a picture when my analyst came in without me noticing. she startled me by saying, "OMG, you really are going to retire in two years." My face rumpled as I struggled to understand her comment. She then said that she has never seen me stare at the picture of my wife the way I was staring at it when she walked in. I was staring at a picture of Sara on our wedding day. And knowing she has bought a new backless, but elegant silk dress and the rumor was she was invited to a formal bash in DC to celebrate her friend's promotion and to just have a good time until the wee hours of the morning within the Washington, DC political backdrop. But, the rumor was that she declined and said she wanted to spend time with her family this weekend. And so, I stared once more at the photo and then called a male friend of Sara. It's not everyday that I ask another man to take my wife out, but I truly believe Sara needs to experience her old environment, her old ways, and some old feelings once again. Her friend was over joyed with escorting her, but he really did insist that I take Sara. But I did that off and on for 8-9 years, mostly at times struggling to either court her or separate from her. And soon I will turn 51 yrs old and I enjoy so much the time with the little ones at home, making memories. And I know fully that Sara does as well, but you'd have to know her and who she was, lived, for a decade. She changes quite a bit within the first few years of knowing her. She grew her hair long, let it lighten to it's natural light brown color, evolved her body to be more mass and toned, but very much feminine. She at first charmed her competition, and then outworked and then out smarted them. Her nights were late, and her sex life was frivolous, that was fast with no regrets. She had fun. And then there were those times in between that she would fit me in or court me all over the place that usually turned into an expensive and fast pace game of illustrious one nights, proverbial pillow fights, and afternoon coffee followed by sex. We enjoyed poking each other and hating each other's personality, even if for one week. It was the kind of craziness where we would not see each other for three or four weeks and then one day she would walk into my house, flop down on the couch, and then we would sit there and make small talk for 30 minutes or until she fell asleep in my arms. And then one day we got married. And she has changed so much before and after marriage, but when she picked out a backless elegant pearl/silk dress in DC a week or so ago, I knew there was purpose. And so she needs to fulfill that purpose in her own way, even if it means old ways similar to old times. Now, I just need to convince her without seeming like I am manipulating her. But really, this post is more about moving on in short while. There is not much more I can write about that is meaningful. My writing is more about sexual antics within short stories, so IDK.
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Fuck that hot
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3/24/2022 9:18 pm |
I like what you wrote. Amazing things during a lifetime punctuate the linear flow.
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good man
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I am sure Sara will look wonderful in that lovely satin dress! I appreciate how you are letting her be herself. And getting company so she doesn't have to go alone... As far as you going away tkb... I understand but hope you reconsider...  ~ Physical strength is measured by what we carry. Inner strength is measured by what we can bear. ~
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I can hear the song "Lady" playing in the background whether it's Lionel or Kenny, you choose. I do hope you stay but I do understand that life is more important when you live it.
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