|kinda how I imagine Lunar Moon blowing Michael in his car|
Reading their blogs I can't help but imagine my wife fits their type to a 'T' and it scares me. They have an itch that needs scratching, an itch that their husband can't scratch, and so they go out and find that relief elsewhere. They 'love' their husbands but they're bored/unfulfilled and they seek out someone else who can 'make them feel alive again'.
Anyway, here's a few more key excerpts from Luna Moon's blog that caught my attention. My responses are in italic.
Monday, September 19, 2011 ~ Goodbye... I Love You
Every morning my husband kisses me goodbye and tells me he loves me. I respond in kind. I'm not certain I truly know what love means anymore.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011 ~ On Blogging
Wow. I am amazed at how cathartic it is writing this blog... There is an element of danger in what I'm doing. The idea that this blog could be traced back to me... Yet there is also the realization that there are millions of bloggers out there and the odds of being found out are slim to none. I can be myself here. I have no idea who might read this. A few, many, or none.
I love this medium for being what it allows me to be. Myself. No pretentions. While I am careful to change names and places, everything else is the truth. It is pure, unadulterated me... [more]
I thought I would never see him again... but we did end up meeting three more times. The same quick blowjob, the handshake, the goodbye. I don't mind feeling like a whore at times... it can be a turn-on. But the final time we parted, I expected him to reach into his wallet and pull out some bills. I made the decision not to see him again.
Then the barrage of emails and text messages began.
'Why don't you like me?"
"I need to be serviced."
Seven months later I am still receiving emails and text messages from this guy. He just won't quit. I guess I underestimate the power of a blowjob... [more]