BLACKOLOGY - The Psychology Of Dark Desires (closed/pm op for permission to join)

Ok Tim. C Ya. Bye, for now!

I look at the time on the wall clock in my cabin…
3.33 PM.

I have a sip of cold water.

Then I recall, I hadn’t even had lunch!
Damn.

But strangely, I wasn’t hungry…
Just excited… and horny!

Hey, I might have just discovered new weight loss diet –
Stay excited and horny and lose weight!

LOL!

I looked at my original mail box, Ty had replied…
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Hun…
Nothing has got into me. Just thinking of you always makes me horny like this.

You know that.

I fantasize about you not other women.

Understand please I want you to have fun. It is 6 months I will be gone.
I am trying
Ty
 
Babe

You are a very sexy woman. I want you to miss me like I miss you already.

Rubbing my cock thinking of you late at night is one thing.

But you need ….I am not sure I am sorry.

I want you happy.
 
Hun.

You know I miss you.

You left your sentence unfinished,
What do you mean by…
“But you need…”

Also you have still not given me your answers to these…
“So here is a crazy thought, when you are at a restaurant or bar and you look around, take pictures of men who you think would be a good fuck and women for me?”

Huhh??? WTF! What do you mean???

And then this…
“I could do the same, even make up stories?”

Huhh??? What’s going on?

And then this…
“How about you going to a quiet li’l bar on a weekend, dressed in a sexy li’l number like this…”

Seriously?? You want your wife to go to a bar dressed like a slut????

WOW!
One day away and you come up with all this????
 
Kitten

The crazy thought about when you going out to a restaurant or bar was only to keep you excited and for you to enjoy yourself.

It makes me excited to think of others men wanting you like I do.

We could both do this and make up stories about how things go.

Daddy only wants you to be happy while he is gone.
 
Seriously??

I cannot believe what I am reading!

You want me to go to a bar dressed like a slut and…
You think that that is some form of “enjoyment” for me?

Whatever gave you this weird idea?

OMG…
“It makes me excited to think of others men wanting you like I do.”

Fuck!
You want other men to think of fucking your wife?

FUCK FUCK FUCK!
What the fuck is wrong with you???

“We could both do this and make up stories about how things go.?
Huhh???

WTF do you mean???
 
Baby

Please!! Kitten

I am over horny not being around you. I know other men look at you.

You must know that. You enjoy dressing sexy right?

You do not understand how much I love you and how much you make me horny.

Being away from you is hard.

The stories are to be in place of porn for me while I am away from you.

You may even have fun.
 
You are not answering the questions I am asking you!

Answer!

And WTF do you mean by…
“You may even have fun.” ??
 
Kitten

You may enjoy being dressed and having men look at you like I do.

You have been busy with work like me.

I have not been the best lover lately.
 
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OMG

This is a side of you I have never seen before!!

What are you trying to say?
“You may enjoy being dressed and having men look at you like I do.”

There is something devious here!

What do you mean?

“I have not been the best lover lately.”
When did I ever complain?

Please let me know what do you mean!

I think something is going on in your mind –
And you are not coming out with the truth!
 
Babe

You have never complained about our sex life. this is true.

The truth is hard to explain Kitten.

Every time we go out other men look at you. I see them.

I will be away for 6 months and have thought you have desires. You are a very sexual person.


If...I would ..You have never thought of other men?

you could...be a tease if you wanted. to excite them like you excite me.
 

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Seeing the pix, I flipped past all red shades of anger and invented a new shade of angry red of my own, as I hastily and very nastily typed a reply…

WTFukin HELL!
WTF is wrong with you??!!!

NO!!! I have never ever entertained any thoughts of other men!
Fuck!

How can you send me such a pix?
You want me to go to a bar dressed like that?

Part my legs with my panty and half my cunt exposed to anyone who wants to see it??

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Are you fuckin nuts?
WTF has gotten into you???

Angrily I hit the send button.

I sit and stare at the PC screen blankly, waiting for Ty to reply.

Wanting to know desperately, just WTF was going on.

Never before had Ty spoken to me like this.

It was as though after so many years of being married to him, I was talking to a stranger!
 
I gaze in frustration at the wall clock in my office.

5.39 PM.

21 minutes to quitting time.

A client calls. They always called when it was time to leave for the day. And this call lasted a good 20 minutes or so. So by the time I was done with it, I saw on the wall clock in my cabin, it was 3 minutes past 6 PM.

Time to leave for the day.

Ty had not replied.

I close my PC and get up and on my way out I tell toothy face…
“Be sure to lock up properly. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He mumbles, looking at me leave.
 
6.10 PM

I walk down the noisy, colored night streets of NYC.
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It felt so good to be in NY.

I was happy I had not brought along an umbrella, the weather forecasters had been wrong, as they almost always were. There was no rain at all.

In about 35 minutes, I reached the station.

As soon as I reached the platform, the train pulls in and I climb in.

The train is half empty and I easily get a seat.

I settle down as the train leaves the station,

Pulling out my cell phone and checking my mails.
 
7.16 PM
I look around me in the train.
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All unknown faces today. Opposite me, I see a young guy sitting. Pretty good looking, lean, blonde hair. Normally, I would not even have noticed, but today… today was different!


He was at University, studying to be a lawyer. In his time off and every couple of weekends, he drove home on a Friday to spend a few days at home with my hubby and me, returning back to college on a Sunday night. We contacted each other via email and occasionally a message on our phones, saying Hi.

When at work, my contact with my son and hubby was only via email, unless it was something very very urgent. It was hard to make calls or answer WhatsApp messages, as I had too much work to get done… work that involved answering official calls, as well as replying to emails. So talking on the phone or answering messages on the phone, was very tough, if not beyond the impossible!

But he knew that I would be on my way home now, so his WhatsApp message…
 
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Hi Mom,
Just a short email today to update you on how my studying is going.
I know it’s only early in the unit I'm completing at the moment, but my teacher is dragging his feet and we’re learning how to format letters to clients.
I don’t understand why having a client's name the right way, impacts how our grades should be assessed… I have to grit my teeth and push through it.
I'm wondering what you’re gonna do with your free time these days, now that even dad is not there?
Josh
 
Quickly I reply…

Hi Son.

Great to hear from you.

Teachers will be teachers, you know how it is.

Yea work is peaceful.

Things are quiet here, what with you in college and dad on his job, out of town for 6 months.

Well, in my free time I plan to watch a lot of TV.

Am in the train, on my way home now.

Regards
Mom.
 
I look up from my cell and notice ‘blonde hair boy’, gimme a glance, peeking away from his cell.

I pretend not to notice and look back into my cell.

Josh had replied…
 
Hello Son.

Great to hear you will be off for a couple of days.

We can do something together?

Do you have anything in mind?

Regards.
Mom.
 
Josh replies…
Well Mom…
I just thought since you liked dancing, that I would take you dancing and as long as you’re having fun, that's all that matters to me.
Principal has given us a notice, we will be having our holidays from September 18th to September 28th, so I’m going to start planning my drive back home for a few weeks.
But a night out with some drinks, a good meal and dancing sounds like loads of fun.
Josh.
 
Well Son, sure we could do that.

Tell you what, why don’t you bring along a couple of your buddies too?

It could be even more fun at the dance.

What do you say?

Regards.
Mom

I look around the train. People reading, listening to music, people sleeping. It felt good to be in America – the land of dreams!

I sneak a glance at ‘blonde hair boy’.

He is busy listening to something on his cell and tapping his feet on the train floor.
 
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