Very_Bad_Man
Evil Genius Incognito
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I am divorced and I admit that it is totally my fault. I never cheated. I never considered cheating. I so adored my wife that I failed to notice women hitting on me until a buddy would make a remark. I never even looked at other women.
My ex-wife was and still is one of the most beautiful women I ever saw. Perfect complexion, wearing very little makeup except a little eyeliner and lip gloss. Eyes emerald green with long auburn locks. She was and still is in my mind perfection. She stands 5'9" all leg and thin, toned body. Ballet trained and moves with such grace that I would watch her in awe while she did the most mundane things.
Sex with her was total rapture. We explored Tantra and the Kuma Sultra became our bible. Holding her willowy body in my arms, thrusting into her in time with the rapid beating of our hearts. Breathing in unison, lost in her eyes. Intrinsically aware of each others body. Feeling every caress deep in my soul. Every sigh touching something primal in my core. Such love and lust infused my body that I know I was teleported as close to Heaven as I shall ever achieve. The sheer ecstasy of release within her body would overpower my ability to speak coherently. We would lay for hours afterward in each others arms languishing from the exertion of our coupling. Her essence still an assault on my senses yet to fatigued to respond. Her throaty laugh so erotic as she would begin her oral assault to reinvigorate my manhood to start the process all over again. These were the times we spent all day and well into the evening making love. Ordering pizza, drinking wine and sheer bliss.
You wonder what could I have done so dreadful. I chose career over her. Like my father I chose a career in the Marine Corps over my wife. My life as a Marine Corps pilot was unremittingly severe in making demands on my time. Some blamed her for not sticking with me. However, I will defend her with my dying breath. Nobody understands the demands of a military wife until they wear those shoes and not all cope well.
She is happily remarried to a man who is a homebody and he treats her well. We are still friends and still love each other but know that somethings are not meant to be. She is the mother of our daughter who thankfully looks like her.
All the things I have done in my life my only regret is the loss of this woman. Sometimes I feel a deep sense of guilt. I console myself with the knowledge that I served my country well and honorably.
My gypsy soul led me to becoming a commercial pilot after the Corps. Flying a Boeing 777 is a far cry from the adrenaline rush of flying faster than the speed of sound but it pays a hell of a lot better. I fly out of BWI with stops in Europe and to Dubai then back again. I see my daughter every other month and for 3 weeks a year she stays with me in Dubai for her vacation.
Life is not to bad I guess but still I wonder what my life would be if I chose otherwise. Would I still be married to the only woman I ever truly loved? I guess I will never know.
Even so the guilt remains.
Semper Fi
My ex-wife was and still is one of the most beautiful women I ever saw. Perfect complexion, wearing very little makeup except a little eyeliner and lip gloss. Eyes emerald green with long auburn locks. She was and still is in my mind perfection. She stands 5'9" all leg and thin, toned body. Ballet trained and moves with such grace that I would watch her in awe while she did the most mundane things.
Sex with her was total rapture. We explored Tantra and the Kuma Sultra became our bible. Holding her willowy body in my arms, thrusting into her in time with the rapid beating of our hearts. Breathing in unison, lost in her eyes. Intrinsically aware of each others body. Feeling every caress deep in my soul. Every sigh touching something primal in my core. Such love and lust infused my body that I know I was teleported as close to Heaven as I shall ever achieve. The sheer ecstasy of release within her body would overpower my ability to speak coherently. We would lay for hours afterward in each others arms languishing from the exertion of our coupling. Her essence still an assault on my senses yet to fatigued to respond. Her throaty laugh so erotic as she would begin her oral assault to reinvigorate my manhood to start the process all over again. These were the times we spent all day and well into the evening making love. Ordering pizza, drinking wine and sheer bliss.
You wonder what could I have done so dreadful. I chose career over her. Like my father I chose a career in the Marine Corps over my wife. My life as a Marine Corps pilot was unremittingly severe in making demands on my time. Some blamed her for not sticking with me. However, I will defend her with my dying breath. Nobody understands the demands of a military wife until they wear those shoes and not all cope well.
She is happily remarried to a man who is a homebody and he treats her well. We are still friends and still love each other but know that somethings are not meant to be. She is the mother of our daughter who thankfully looks like her.
All the things I have done in my life my only regret is the loss of this woman. Sometimes I feel a deep sense of guilt. I console myself with the knowledge that I served my country well and honorably.
My gypsy soul led me to becoming a commercial pilot after the Corps. Flying a Boeing 777 is a far cry from the adrenaline rush of flying faster than the speed of sound but it pays a hell of a lot better. I fly out of BWI with stops in Europe and to Dubai then back again. I see my daughter every other month and for 3 weeks a year she stays with me in Dubai for her vacation.
Life is not to bad I guess but still I wonder what my life would be if I chose otherwise. Would I still be married to the only woman I ever truly loved? I guess I will never know.
Even so the guilt remains.
Semper Fi
