Saturday night I texted B, while I was out. I simply asked how he was doing. It was also to gauge if I thought Id be seeing him later that night. He replied he was fine and asked how I was, and I simply said "x". He replied "X !"
My life is actually rather complicated, even though I personally am not.
I'm 40, and not unattractive. Slim, take care of myself, reserved. A mum of a bunch of beautiful kids, single for a few years now.
He - I'll refer to him as B - is 7 years my junior. Married to - from the pictures Ive seen thanks to a certain networking site - a smiley cutesy wife. 2 gorgeous very young boys, and lives only 10 minutes away. He is a musician and entertainer.
We met briefly at a gig he was doing in 2009. We didn't even speak, but he is the first man that I ever remember making me feel that I wanted to take into another room and rip his clothes off and ride him. As raw as that. Just one look, and I was gone.
Now of course, thats all changed!
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