Desire, Reason And Something Else ...

   Chikiboyka, does the thin dick shine while you write the fiction? : D Fuck the people, bro. Get go whore that you're funny. Garo

   You are a light woman who has no respect for family

   There is a separate section for fictional stories and graphomaniacal manifestations.

   You are already wrong, and you ask if you want to keep your marriage - ask your husband and what he says. And be sure to show him the story to read it a few times ... Hahaha ....

   I am very interested in what complexes visit this site? If something good happens to a woman, it must be a chikiboet who imagines herself to be a woman. People, we live in a colorful world where everything is possible and allowed, and the way the story is written for miles shows that this is a woman. Which "chikiboets" will use such means of expression? Different people, different ideals!

   I don't know if your story is true, but considering that I felt it personally with my ex-husband's story, I accept that it is! You've had a marriage when you talk about another daughter. You had the chance to have a new person and family in your life. Apparently he is a man with whom you felt the same desire, otherwise why start a family! Apparently, married women go through a second puberty! I'm not stuck, I usually accept the reasons for actions, I don't judge! I just wonder how you create problems voluntarily, because the story leaves the feeling that you have harmony and you lack passion. And you met her! And with a colleague! How do you get out of such a mess? Did you think? Will he love you? Love has nothing to do with passion! Do not you know? Well, let me tell you ... My relationship with my husband started exactly like that ... Passion burning. I was in another relationship that I broke up. 5g, we couldn't take our hands off each other! With everyday life, passion diminished, but love remained. After 25 years, however, whether he was old or in love, he was attacked. In three months he crossed everything out :) Now, two years after the incident, when we hear about the child ... I hear a tired and unhappy man! And I wish him to be happy, as well as myself!

   I see that most commentators have sensed what we are talking about. However, here is the previous story of the pishman writer, plus my comment: "Shared story of Love and Infidelity Desire, reason and more ... 1 month, 20 days ago, read 363 times Hello! I never believed that I will write on such a site, but now it's my turn. Exactly two years ago on this date something happened in my life that came, with a magic wand changed many things and left. I am from Varna and I am a teacher I have a marriage behind me, and two children from this marriage, I found a new person next to me and now I am married again, as every year, this year, on December 21, 2017, we had a Christmas and New Year banquet, there were many songs and dances. my classmate invited me to a dance, then another, another, and so on all night, he didn't just hug me like a colleague, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, our faces close in millimeters. We laughed, we talked, I felt like I started to hug him like something more than a colleague. My hands gripped the back of his neck and I stroked his hair gently. He dared and reached out to kiss me, I pulled away, I was still a married woman and thank God I don't drink alcohol because we would do something compromising in front of our colleagues. He invited me out for a cigarette, I was very cold, but he hugged me and managed to keep me warm. This time I did not pull away as he approached to kiss me, on the contrary, I returned every kiss. I didn't think at all that we were outside, that someone might see us, and so on. I was so happy, but I sobered up in seconds. I imagined what would happen at home if someone found out about me and him. I also thought about Vlado (that's what my physical colleague says). He is also recently married and also has two children, and he is 26, I am 40. I asked him to stop, but he continued even more insistently, I had to push him so I could go inside. He did not give up, he invited me to the dance again, I refused him, I wanted to leave. I got out of the restaurant and got in the car, and he followed me, put his hands on the hood and said that if I wanted to pass I had to run over him first. I gasped to scare and pull, but he didn't move his arms. I didn't want to do fairs in front of the people who lived in the block, and it was too late and it was quiet everywhere.

I opened the door for him to enter. I explained to him all the things I was thinking about in the bar and while we were smoking. I told him that this was absurd between us, firstly because we worked together, secondly that we were both married and thirdly that we both had two children. He reached for me to hug me. He asked me if I liked him, and I replied that he was nice, but I had never looked at him with such interest. And since we have been working together, we have exchanged 4 sentences. He asked me to give in for a moment and let him kiss me. I was silent, he accepted the silence for agreement and bowed his head to me. He kissed me so passionately, never had a man kissed me like that, his hands moving all over my butt. Every touch made me shiver, I couldn't stand the desire for him. He asked me to return to the restaurant, promising not to tease me again. I agreed and went with him, he really kept his promise and didn't touch me until the end of the dinner. He sat down at the table he had been sitting at before. It was already quite late, most of them left, I, he and three other colleagues stayed.

They suggested we continue at a bar. We left, but everything was busy. We tried in another bar, where we managed to find places. It was a lot of fun, we danced, we laughed, we talked, it was an amazing evening. One by one, the colleagues began to leave. It was 4 without 20 when Vlado and I were left alone. There I kissed him first, I could not resist the temptation. He asked me how free I was and invited me to his parents' apartment because his wife and his two children were in his, and I would never go to sleep in his wife's bedroom. At first I pulled away, but then I agreed to go with him. We had two hours available. I had forgotten what it was like to be gentle. He predisposed me so well, he never stopped kissing and touching me, I gave myself to him both physically and spiritually. He was amazing, even while we were kissing at the bar I imagined him naked, I felt that we were going to burn, and that he was very good at it. I was right, I liked everything about him, I had gone wild with pleasure.

We slept for about an hour and he woke me up to leave. He took me to us and went home. I came home too, I thought it would stay in our memories tonight, no. He called me again during the winter holidays. He wanted to wish me happy holidays. He invited me to have coffee, and I agreed because I knew it was right to cut it and not think about it anymore. Nothing like the meeting turned out in his favor, we had sex again, this time in the car on a remote meadow outside the city. I wanted to stay with him at least once a night, but there was no time. After the meetings we went for 2-3 hours in the apartment of his mother and father. I had just given up that I would ever be able to hug him and fall asleep in his arms when luckily they both sent us to training. Only me and him, in different rooms, he with his, I with my car. We checked into the hotel and almost immediately he moved in with me. We knew we had three days in which we would be together. We were in Kyustendil, no one knew us, we walked freely holding hands, we didn't worry about where he would kiss me and whether anyone would see us.

We spent the happiest three days of our lives. After 9 o'clock we were in reality again, me at home and he at them. Only Viber connected us. We thought about each other all the time, but we didn't dare send each other more than one line to show that we were thinking about each other. At school, I didn't dare go to his gym, and he didn't dare go up to my office. Sometimes we didn't see each other for weeks, or if we met in the hallway, we just smiled and greeted each other. We also went out last night, but this time another man invited me to a dance. Vladimir went crazy, started drinking like crazy and made such a scene of jealousy in front of everyone. He started pulling me and took me to the taxi he had called. We went to his mother's apartment again, where I thought he would calm down and I could talk to him. On the contrary, he became even more aggressive, hit me. Last night he showed his real face, I realized that he was not the man I had fallen in love with, but I could not give him up. At 5:30 he finally let me go. I was so divided, but reason prevailed and I decided to end this absurd relationship. I wrote him a message asking him to stop looking for me, otherwise, he would force me to look for a new job. When he read it, he called me immediately, apologizing to me, but I was adamant. For now, I think he understood me, but no one knows what will happen.

   And where is the reason here, I did not understand? I have experienced something similar with the difference that the time interval is quite different. The author found herself in the hands of her lover after a cigarette and two exchanged sentences, it took me 18 months of conversations and convictions. The other difference is that my ex-lover and I are the same age, I couldn't go ten years younger, I just don't think it suits me. Now that I look back, I'm ashamed of myself. Yes, the experience itself can be worthwhile and bring a smile to my face every time I remember it, but I am by no means proud. And forgive me all those who cheat the word "reason" and the word "infidelity" cannot appear in the same sentence. And to all believers that if a woman goes to cheat there is no stopping, I mean, that there are always exceptions and I am one of them. Yes, there is emotion and excitement and passion, but personally I would not repeat it, I took what I needed to get there.