I guess this is sort of a missed connection. And that's appropriate since this started in the Strictly plutonic section of craigslist. I had just moved out to the west coast and was lonely. I decided to reach out to a woman who had posted an ad. After a few emails, we began to talk on the phone, soon nightly. One night after work, I had a few drinks and things got more interesting. She called me "puppy". I called her "Mummy". I was an experience, unlike anything I had ever had before. At the time I was unable to appreciate it for what it was and over time, began to crave something more physical. My incessant push in that direction drove us apart. I ended when I said some stupid things, that I regret. I'm sorry for that. I was not able to express myself properly and I had some growing up to do. The reason I'm writing this is because of a story I read. It had a phone conversation between a Mothe and son, And it captured the intensity I felt at the time. Thank you for those wonderful memories. You also introduced me to this place, and I guess my hope is you still pass through from time to time. I wish you nothing but the best, M.
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