Why Do People Always Want What They Can’t Have?

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de him so interesting.</p><p id="e4e7">Some of my most exhausting masturbating sessions happened during that courting time. Jeez, did I ever fuck myself good with his help.</p><p id="37bf">But as good as self love is, I wanted more. I wanted to <i>feel</i> him, kiss him. I wanted his hungry tongue licking me all over. I wanted, no I NEEDED, his cock deep inside me. So there was only one thing to do.</p><h2 id="588b">We met for lunch.</h2><p id="418b">He picked me up in his Thunderbird. I opened the car door and got inside. I was in an open marriage at the time, so there was no need to hide. I wore a mini skirt with no panties, just in case. He was tall and handsome, very muscular with piercing green eyes. Very easy to look at. <i>Look at those arms</i>, I thought. Already my mind was wandering to scenes akin to porn.</p><p id="9289">I’m a voracious lover. I don’t think I even let him finished saying hello before I reached over to kiss him, making sure my tongue entered his mouth to touch his. I caught him by surprise but he returned the kiss. I sucked on his tongue. I’m sure he was picturing his dick in my mouth. It didn’t take very long for his hand to reach between my legs to feel how wet I was. God, was I ever wet! He slid a finger inside, then two. It was broad daylight and we were parked on a busy street, with people walking up and down the sidewalk, and here he was, trying to make me cum. He pulled out his index, now dripping, and started rubbing my clit.</p><p id="8685">I came all over his car seat. What a way to start a date.</p><p id="f92f"><i>

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PART 1 — How We Met

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Five years. I was in a torrid extra-marital affair for five years, and it never ran out of steam until the very last month.

I met him while working for a dating agency. He was a customer. This was back in the day, when dating phone lines were a thing. I was an operator/moderator for the live nightly group chat. Fun times.

He was a regular to the room and could get quite flirtatious. I knew he was married. It didn’t matter, so was I.

We spoke nightly for many months before I even contemplated starting something with him. For many reasons, mainly for the fact that the company I worked for had a strict “no meeting clients” policy, it took quite some time for me decide to take the risk and accept his invitation to break into a private chat. But the fact that it was forbidden made it the more exciting.

Things got really steamy, really fast with us. I was no stranger to phone sex, having been a phone sex operator and an escort in my youth, but this was another level of steamy, probably because it was so much more than just phone sex. Being sapiosexual, I always need significantly more than dirty words to get aroused. This guy’s brain turned me on. He was a producer working in the film industry, which made him so interesting.

Some of my most exhausting masturbating sessions happened during that courting time. Jeez, did I ever fuck myself good with his help.

But as good as self love is, I wanted more. I wanted to feel him, kiss him. I wanted his hungry tongue licking me all over. I wanted, no I NEEDED, his cock deep inside me. So there was only one thing to do.

We met for lunch.

He picked me up in his Thunderbird. I opened the car door and got inside. I was in an open marriage at the time, so there was no need to hide. I wore a mini skirt with no panties, just in case. He was tall and handsome, very muscular with piercing green eyes. Very easy to look at. Look at those arms, I thought. Already my mind was wandering to scenes akin to porn.

I’m a voracious lover. I don’t think I even let him finished saying hello before I reached over to kiss him, making sure my tongue entered his mouth to touch his. I caught him by surprise but he returned the kiss. I sucked on his tongue. I’m sure he was picturing his dick in my mouth. It didn’t take very long for his hand to reach between my legs to feel how wet I was. God, was I ever wet! He slid a finger inside, then two. It was broad daylight and we were parked on a busy street, with people walking up and down the sidewalk, and here he was, trying to make me cum. He pulled out his index, now dripping, and started rubbing my clit.

I came all over his car seat. What a way to start a date.

As a newcomer on Medium, I appreciate your likes, claps and follows. Look out for part two of this story soon on the Scarlett Letter! Subscribe now! https://medium.com/the-scarlett-letter