Falling in love with your own characters

Emily, you asked for stockings as a topic in post #104. Or maybe you weren't serious.
Stockings, pantyhose, or even underwear aren't required. Keep your skin silky smooth, and moisturized, and your legs will look fantabulous. Stockings in humid climates or, worse, pantyhose, and you'll be miserable.
 
She was the kind of dame that took your heart, crushed it in her pretty fingers, and force-fed it to you. The kind broad who kissed your best friend goodbye while you were walking through the door and then asked to change the cum drenched sheets.

But that's about all I plan to say about her.
 
She was the kind of dame that took your heart, crushed it in her pretty fingers, and force-fed it to you. The kind broad who kissed your best friend goodbye while you were walking through the door and then asked to change the cum drenched sheets.

But that's about all I plan to say about her.
In the case of my ex-wife, I take half the responsibility of what went wrong. That was in in the 1990's, so it's way in the past now. Nothing really juicy anyway, mostly economics. I even spoke to her on the phone recently asking for advice on something.
 
She was the kind of woman I gave advice to. Partly to inspire, partly to seduce, and also to avoid paying the back alimony I owed her. She got inspired, I got laid, and she wanted the fucking back payments! Back to the drawing board.
In the case of my ex-wife, I take half the responsibility of what went wrong. That was in in the 1990's, so it's way in the past now. Nothing really juicy anyway, mostly economics. I even spoke to her on the phone recently asking for advice on something.
 
She was the kind of dame that took your heart, crushed it in her pretty fingers, and force-fed it to you. The kind broad who kissed your best friend goodbye while you were walking through the door and then asked to change the cum drenched sheets.

But that's about all I plan to say about her.
Pretty close, except she waited for me to get on the bus before she called "NEXT!"
 
She was the kind of woman I gave advice to. Partly to inspire, partly to seduce, and also to avoid paying the back alimony I owed her. She got inspired, I got laid, and she wanted the fucking back payments! Back to the drawing board.
No, I take advice from her. That's probably because she is a lawyer, and she knows what she's talking about. She wasn't one when I met her; she was still in college then. She's also the same one who learned to ride a motorcycle because her second and now, called him deceased, husband rode them. Sometimes one's own life is better than fiction.

And, no, I definitely didn't seduce her after the separation/divorce.
 
She's unattached now, I have one word for you, rekindle.
You mean me? Absolutely not. The past cannot be recreated. Neither of us has any interest in that. We talk every couple of months or so but that's it. Our children are now adults, too. When they were younger, we had to deal with each other in order to raise them.
 
She's unattached now, I have one word for you, rekindle.
That threat certainly couldn't be leveled at me, that woman has made a mess of her life. Eleven hundred miles and 45 years separate us, I wish her all the intoxicants she can get her hands on.
 
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