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Just Needed to Write - Your Car Might be a Guy
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Just Needed to Write - Your Car Might be a Guy I just need to write. My head and my heart are a mess right now. Emotionally I’m just feeling raw. The break up with Mrs. M wasn’t unforeseeable but it was much more sudden than what I expected and she got mean fast. Now she’s going to want to reconcile and I can’t. I just don’t need that kind of Jekyll and Hyde bullshit in my life. No amount of bi-sexual romance and sex is worth it. Timing wise I don’t know if it was fortuitous or tragic. With the Knight out of town until a week or so into Aug and the Gentlemen not really living up to his moniker, Mrs. M’s leaving left me truly alone. Oddly, it felt really good to just be alone and not have to think about anyone else for a while. John Mayer’s song “Perfectly Lonely” played literally and figuratively often the last few months…lol…It made me realize how tense I’d been trying to please everyone. I did have a few days over the last 2 weeks that I just didn’t get out of bed for much of anything. I missed a therapy appointment but I just didn’t feel like talking to anyone that day. I am bone weary of the worry and wonder of what is going to come of my Viking and me. He and I argued vehemently all day long on my birthday about whether or not I was going to go see him in Turkey next week. He made a big deal before the Mistress got there out of telling I had an open door policy and could come anytime but he wanted me to either wait until she left to come visit or if I came before she left to stay in a hotel or the spare bedroom so her feelings weren’t hurt. I’m sure you can imagine how much of a valued priority in his life that made me feel like. I flat out told him that she could move to a hotel or the spare bedroom but that I would be sleeping in my bed in the master bedroom. That bed was mine before I met him and I know I can get a good night’s sleep even with my neck and back problems. My rightful place is in that bed. I told the Viking if he wanted to sleep with her in the spare bed that was up to him but I would be in my bed from the time I come in until I leave. I don’t know how much of the argument was him and how much was her. I half expect to get there and have her know nothing of the conditions I set to come out there. I told him I wasn’t coming if we hadn’t discussed and agreed on time and money issues around the Mistress, have a working Relationship Plan, and my bed being mine no matter who else is in the house. I still don’t have the Relationship Plan. He says he’s done with it just mulling it over. He never used to mull so much. I have reminded him that I won’t come without it being done. He assured me I would have it soon. I get in around 6pm the night before she leaves at 8am the next morning. Assuming that what he says about the plan being essentially the same and his declarations that I’m his priority are true, I intend to have a few words with her in front of him. I’m still formulating all I feel like I need to get across to her in front of him. I think that he is still not telling her the truth about all kinds of things so she and I have an open communication isn’t to his benefit. Basically I think I need to tell her that I am his wife, I’m not going anywhere and that isn’t going to change. I’m not just a wife he tolerates we actually enjoy each other’s company immensely. Other than for work it is unusual for us not to be together most of the time. The closer he gets to retirement the more time I expect to spend with him not less. This 25 day stretch of time without me only happened because he asked me for time to figure things out with you, he and I were fighting and I didn’t want to be here. That is all about to change as our marriage gets repaired. I’ve given him/her 6 months to figure out what she wanted and how to fit into our life and I see absolutely nothing to point to her being capable or willing to do that. I think 6 months of waiting around wondering what was going to happen with my marriage is long enough. No more will I step back and let them have the time she wants. If I can and want to be with the Viking I’m going to be. If she’s ok with seeing him a few times a year for a vacation week or two then it may work with us just having minimal overlap like this. If she wants more than that, which I’m quite sure she does, then she needs to find someone else to meet those needs, find a way to fit into our life so there is more shared time to meet those needs and stop trying to coerce my husband into giving her more at our family’s expense. She agreed to join us (me & Viking). I agreed to her being part of our life not her having her own little private life with my husband. I plan on telling her that I will be there every opportunity I get and when I’m there I will expect to be in my bed. The Viking can decide where he sleeps but I decide where I sleep. I’m done tip toeing about her. If she can’t put on her big girl panties and get with the program then she needs to get the fuck out. The Viking will no doubt go ballistic but the only thing that seems to work with him is standing up to him and going toe to toe. He or she wants to argue about whether or not I get the master bed I will just call the local American authorities to file a complaint against the woman they need to remove from my marriage bed. I’m pretty sure that marriage license gives me the right to be in that particular bed anytime I want to be. Especially since she bragged to him about knowing one of the Americans in charge there through her work. OMG would that be fun! Since the argument about sleeping arrangements he has surprised me with coming home for over a week in September for a conference that is nearby. He didn’t think he was going to get to come because someone more senior wanted to go but he got the approval. Then right before they left going to Rhodes for the weekend he told me he took the week off from work while I’m there to try to show me that I’m his priority and he wants us to work again. Once again I feel like it is déjà vu all over again. He is saying all the right things and seems to genuinely mean them until he is confronted by her over sensitivity and emotional intolerance. Then he goes back into fuck you mode with me. I spoke with a friend of his. She has over the years become my friend as well I just know that her loyalty is to the Viking. Anyway, initially she seemed to like the Mistress but has now gone to avoiding having to be alone with them and her at all costs. The Mistress tried to play Gatekeeper to control when this friend saw him/them and a few other things that ticked her off big time. My problem is that I can’t really tell him that without breaking the confidence of the friend who is also my safety net if the Viking goes bat shit crazy again and I have to bolt. I told her part of the reason I wouldn’t go was that I had no out if things got ugly with the Viking. I don’t even know enough of how to get back to the airport to get a flight back out sooner. She offered to come get me if things got bad and at least get me to the airport if I wouldn’t stay with her. She said his whole demeanor changed after the Mistress got there which I also noticed immediately. I’ve occasionally gotten glimpses of the real Viking but only in bits and pieces. Some ladies friends were supposed to float the local river with me but they canceled and about the time today I got motivated to go by myself the clouds moved in and it rained. I took the opportunity to clean up around the house and outside since I’m having 10 or some people over tomorrow for a small BBQ. Which reminds me that I need to go marinate the lemon pepper wings for tomorrow. I made 2 huge pans of eggplant parmesan yesterday and have 10 ribeye steaks marinating. I don’t think I’ve entertained without the Viking here before so this should be interesting. Last weekend I got brave and decided to go to the local swing club alone both Friday and Saturday night. It was great fun people watching and dancing but no one interacted with me other than the bartender and the waitress who sat down to talk to me when she realized I was there alone and an American. She said the staff said they’d never seen any woman in there alone…lol…It is a very safe feeling place and I really enjoyed it. I’m hoping if I go often enough someone who speaks English will engage me. I did share a window with an American man watching 2 couples fucking but he bolted before I could really talk to him. I don’t know if I’ll go tonight or not probably not since it is raining and part the fun of going out is driving the Z3. The Z3 doesn’t like snow or rain. He’ll (yes I said the Z3 is a guy) make his way steadily through both with extra caution but not preferred driving conditions. Yeah about the gender of my car. I love my car…sigh….I grew up in a culture of motor head muscle guys so the idea that boats, cars and motorcycles are women is natural. A friend of mine that I work with in the non-profit pet project with me owned the Z3 before me. She literally bought it while I was away on vacation talking the Viking into buying it when we got home…lol…Anyway, her husband said it was a guy and that was why he didn’t like to drive it so they sold it to me after I rented it to drive to Amsterdam. They called the Z3 Beemo. I have recently discovered a list of somethings Beemo does that makes him distinctly male. Although in other cars I might say it was the bi-sexual female car…lol… If every time you drive the car in a skirt that skirt somehow winds up around your hips, your car might be a guy. p If no matter how fast you are going when another car passes you, you MUST go faster! Your car might be a guy. If you find yourself holding the gear shift even when you’re not changing gears. (Especially if you stroke it!) Your car might be a guy! If even being near the car makes you want to get fucked. Your car might be a guy. If the first time you let that 4th gear wind out into 5th and just keep going for the first time in a day or two and it feels like a little shot of orgasmic freedom. Your car might be a guy. I picture Beemo as my first true love, Robert, the baker, half Jewish on his dad’s side(NY) and half Italian on his mom’s side(VA). His sister, Cookie, owned the bakery I worked at for years. He was 5 years older than me. With me at 16 those 5 years made a big difference. For some reason even my dad approved of him dating me. Anyway he was this short (only a few inches taller than me, stocky fireplug of sweet southern/Yankee weird mix that would charm the nipple out of a hungry baby’s mouth. He was not classically handsome. He had that exotic look really dark curly hair but green eyes and a full mouth. He had really broad shoulders. A tiny waist and perfect bubble butt over massive legs. He worked out but not a ton his body just naturally held a lot of definition. He was good at maintaining. Anyway he swaggered but he could always back it up. He was strong, steady and loved me fiercely. I wish I knew what happened to him. Anyway he’s what I imagine my Z3 would look like. I NEVER would have thought I’d love a convertible so much. I’ve always loved the Z3 but figured I’d never put the top down. I put that thing down whenever I can. It isn’t fun when driving fast but in town the top down is a blast. I had my first massage in over a month yesterday and it was fucking painful. So much buildup in my muscles it was like cracking glass. I have 2 more next week in hopes of getting some relief before I head to Turkey and may be back in a corner balling again. Surely not. Let’s hope for the best shall we? You sexy pervs take care and love each other well. I will try to get a few more posts and pics in before I fly into the war zone. Not really the fighting is on the complete opposite part of the country but still not a fun thought. Be well and be happy. Kisses, L  Kisses, LA    |
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Sexy photo. Kisses
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Yeaaaahhhh but no panties.....
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Wanna hear something neat . . ? I was going back to posts where I left comments, looking for something. After the first couple posts, I came here and found your nice reply to my message. The thing is, I must have gotten here just as you clicked post on your answer. Oh well, the little things that amuse me, lol! Anyway, thanks for the nice answer. I'm funny about honesty; I probably take it too seriously at times. I guess that's not a bad fault though. Thanks again  Anything done half-heartedly will net you an equivalent result. ~CH
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8/3/2015 12:22 pm |
That Z3 is one lucky bastard with you sitting on him and stroking the gears. 
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WOW Look at you and your sexy body!! What a great pair of legs you have sexy!! I wish I was your Car!!!!!!! BTW: Your are right..when I wear my short, short running shorts they creep right to my crotch...maybe my car is Bi. Sorry to hear your situation with Mrs M, but like I said, you are to pretty and to sexy to put up with anyone's bullshit! Go out and have sexy fun!!
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Toe to toe with a bully is the only way to go, just sorry the bully happens to be your husband. Be safe ... Do you have any Primal Urges ... I do, please CUMHANDLEME and explore some of my naughty and nice Primal ... Urges with me !!!
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How well do you deal with honesty? lol. I did not read everything. I read a little at the top, enough about the, your car might be a guy to laugh, a few times, and then I scrolled to the pic. You're a sexy little thing, aren't you?! Sorry that you're hurting, hope that heals soon. Nice to meet you. Ciao Bella! Anything done half-heartedly will net you an equivalent result. ~CH
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Better wear your flak jacket my sweet.  Thoughts from the Garden...
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