So I am not on FB or Twitter.  Don't need the hassle of gettin' angry and posting stupid shit that could lead to *****.

But I am on LinkedN and the "people you might know" showed me a profile of an old girlfriend (like 1996 girlfriend!!!).

So it turns out she moved out to the West Coast and apparently is doing pretty well.  I thought about sending an invite then thought "nah".

But then I remembered that "chick could suck a dick like nobody's business".  She wouldn't do anal though - crazy huh.  In then end she turned out to be kinda a crazy bitch.  However, you know the old saying "crazy in the head = crazy in bed".

The one drawback to her was that she could not cook for shit.  I mean I like to fuck then have a nice bite to eat ya know?

But I will forever have fond memories of her giving me a blowjob in her apartment while I grabbed a handful of her newly frosted hair while her cat was jumping on my head.

Nothing like social media to give you a blast from the past.

Chime in folks.............

RT (Means Ridgetucky Tremendous)

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Are you sure you weren't blowing yourself thinking it was some gal.. Mind can play some weird tricks on you, ya know !!

There is a regular who never lets me down. When I'm with her, it's like a memory come a visiting, a ghost of the very best time of some long gone day. She never brings me the hassle of her everyday life. She leaves all that behind. Keeps it to herself. All she brings me is the best of life. Like the filet of a porterhouse, and giving the grossly side to her dog, or BF, or SO or whatever. We understand each other pretty well. Because there is nothing more to understand than our play.

With social media, if I meet someone from the past, they come complete with all their broken parts. I like my ghostly lover who comes and goes like a memory of love, lived out each time like something new.

I see women I knew in the past sometimes. The past. That is where they live. They can have the past. Once it was a beautiful place, but I like where I am now. It is good to live the life you have and not dream about other lives, not strive for anything better. My regular actually understands that. She visits like those memories some folk have. It's...like...there is nothing it can be compared with. A singularity of experience.

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y wife left me we try her out in car seats at our local big box retailer

11 from high school, college, singledom and Lifestyle ladies. One provider. She friended me a couple years ago, but only posts cat pictures and other normal stuff. I kind of freaked at first but took a chance and it's been fine.

One Lifestyle lady, who can't get enough dick, sends out her bible verse of the day. She about ripped my dick off the first time we hooked up. You can't make up some of these people.

We'd had a torrid affair...  she seduced me, I was of leal age & went willingly...  eventually realized it was a dead end as she would never leave her husband (as she'd initially said was in the works).  Ironic now that I'm the one who is married & she's widowed.   If some tragidy occurred...  who knows what the future holds?  

Otherwise I've not reconnected with any former lovers...  and am sure not looking for my ex!

Total freak back in the 90s, spending the night with her meant zero sleep and a week in a dick sling, now she has two teen girls and it's all Jesus all the time. The irony is that those girls are more than likely going to run wild in college after being raised in a revival tent.

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I'm fortunate to be on good terms and in touch with a couple of exes. Two years ago one emailed me to say had a dream about me.  I figured that was a request for a booty call so I went to see her. Ah. Ex Sex!