Hello all. It’s been a busy week preparing for some persona..

Hello all. It’s been a busy week preparing for some personal things, but I’m back. And I’m super excited. About this weekend in particular. Why, you ask? Well, for two specific reasons. The first is that the neighbors (yes, those neighbors) have declared the long weekend to be an open house pool party! The only request is that revelers contribute some beer for the fridge and some meat for the grill. Done and done!!! The second is obviously the Bushwood party tomorrow night. Part of it might be hormonaI. As I’m certain that you’re all aware, my fertiIe time of the month always gets me in the mood to mingle. Especially with y0ung, sexy lacrosse players that also happen to be blessed with sets of prodigious male genitalia. Since rekindling things with my y0ung lover at the graduation party, I’ve spent some time discussing my attraction to the neighbor b0ys with our therapist, Joann. While I can certainly agree - cognitively speaking, anyway - that a woman my age ought not be carrying on with 20 year old men/b0ys, the allure of it is impossible to ignore. So either I’m a sociopath or there’s some rational explanation for why I can’t stop giving my dirty panties to the neighbor k!d so that he can fill them with his load before giving them back. Honestly, Joann has been pretty helpful in my coming to terms with this particular attraction of mine – and not just for me, but for Scott as well. For starters, she’s helping him to finally come to peace with the, shall we say “bifurcation,” of my female needs. And in the process, he’s finally achieved a level of security in our relationship that I don’t believe he’s ever had before. EVER! So while I’ve had some issues with Joann’s methodology in the past, it seems as though she’s actually gotten the two of us more aligned than I ever imagined possible. So hats off to her for that. It’s even gotten to the point where she’s began exploring with Scott why exactly it is that my button-pushing is both equally erotic and tormenting at the same time. “Men,” as she put it, “have an innate compulsion to satisfy their partner’s every need, and in the absence of that capability, it can have a tremendous destabilizing effect to the male ego.” She continued… “and when the male’s ego is threatened, it creates a crisis-mode scenario, which, if not properly addressed, can actually have long-term detrimental effects… primarily in the bedroom.” With that, she slowing bent her index finger in a way that demonstrated a flagging male erection. Shifting gears, she told him that some men, however, actually embrace the challenge presented by rival lovers - specifically the challenge of keeping a woman whose “feminine attributes” are hotly pursued by other opportunistic men. It’s this competition scenario, as she put it, that can keep a spark seemingly white hot in a relationship that’s long overdue for boredom. Adding to this, she reassured him that not every sexual transaction between a man and a woman is part of some tactical strategy to trade-up for a better/later model husband. “Quite to the contrary,” she said summing things up nicely, “some women sometime just get an inch that they like having scratched by a less familiar appendage than the one on their hubby.” But the cherry that the bitch put on top of this sundae was the therapy checkmate/backbreaker of all time. “Honestly,” she told Scott, “it’s my professional opinion that, for the right couple, this is the ONLY type of marriage that could ever be satisfying… and I truly believe that the two of you are the right couple.” Needless to say, I was pretty dumbfounded by the session, but obviously elated at the same time. And I could not possibly agree more with everything that she said. There’s no man in the world that I would rather have as my partner in crime than Scott. His personality, sense of humor, all the milestones that we’ve shared with one another – I simply cannot live without this man in my life. But at the same time…. Every so often…. Which usually coincided with my ovuIation… I just need to be filled by a supremely thick alpha cock. One that’s experiencing the dire kind of need for relief that only a tight wet vagina can truly provide. And on those occasions, I need to be the relief. NEEED it! And while I will never know exactly why that is, I love that I can share it on some level with my soulmate. And I’ll be completely honest, the orgasm from that type of situation is one thousand times better when your husband’s in the same room watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. Which, I guess, is my way of helping to elicit his competitive juices lol. So there you go, Scott. You’re welcome.