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The Last Fucking Time

One year ago today, August 23, 2017, was the last time I fucked Boy Toy. And it will be the final time. No more — EVER. We went out with a whimper, not our usual “bang.”

This is the way I’d marked it on my 2017 calendar:

August 23

I remember the day well for two other reasons: I’d had painful oral surgery just 4 days prior. Also, I had window blinds scheduled to be delivered and hung in my bedroom that day, and Boy Toy and I waited until the installer was done so we could romp in the newly-darkened room. 

Our sex was almost always head-spinningly fabulous. But this time I was hampered physically, could hardly open my mouth to suck his cock or receive his tongue in a passionate kiss. I was miserable, and so the sex was miserable, too. So we fucked and he left. It wasn’t even average sex; it was just plain HORRIBLE sex. 

lovemaking

I had the prescient notion that this might be the last time we’d hook up, so I marked it on my calendar. He was living with Kooky Girl and I was getting bored with our “arrangement.” I could never remember the last time B. and I were sexual, which saddens me to this day. So for some reason still unknown to me, I noted the date.

2017 was a very difficult year for Boy Toy and me: we were “down” more than we were “up,” we fought and were apart more than we were together. Our sex dwindled in frequency and enjoyment. Too, I’d been seeing another man who gives me so much more than Boy Toy ever could, intellectually and physically. A year later, it’s all over between Boy Toy and me, his immature ways and personal issues are no longer my concerns, and I am at peace. I am happy.

August 23, 2017 still lives in infamy. Four short days later, I broke up with him via text message. He deserved nothing better.

Categories: Affair Affairs Break-ups Infidelity Memories Relationships Sex Tryst

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A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.

That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me. We have now irrevocably split.

Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.

These are our stories.

4 replies

  1. Delightfully salacious. And with the introduction of yet “another man”. In TV vernacular…the saga continues. Yippee!!!!

    1. Good to hear from you, Marty! Thanks for reading and commenting. “Mr. New” has a real name which I’m not afraid to divulge: his name is Michael, and he is simply WONDERFUL!

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