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“Carol, honey, I love you but I think I’ve created a Monster.”

Frank, my dear Frank.  Truer words he’s never spoken.  It’s amazing to think that just two short years ago I was a prudish church widow who had only had sex with one man, in one position.  No scratch that… a few times as newlyweds, when my then-husband and I were spooning in bed, he had discovered it was easy to sneak up the back of my nightgown and enter me from behind while I was asleep.   But that was as kinky as things ever got. 

Now look at me.  I could give any young pornstar a run for her money….   who’s the one that’s the big name now?  Jenna Jameson?  I saw a “best of” compilation of some of her videos. I was shocked.  Not at the videos.  SHOCKED  that I had done just about everything she does in them!! 

Frank thinks I’m getting too big for my britches.  I’ve been harassing him to make love with me in ever more public locations.  We made love once in the parking garage of an Albertson’s… but he’s been  reluctant to push the public envelope.  Frank has a very conservative, high profile job so getting caught would be ruinous for his career.  Getting caught would be nothing short of a disaster for MY social circle as well.  But why does the idea of getting caught turn me on like nothing else??

This weekend I met up w ith a young man from online… we met at a public cafe, way out of my neighborhood on the other side of town.    He wanted to see if I was as attractive as my picture.  I just wanted to get my hands on him.  He liked my looks and suggested we go back to his apartment which wasn’t far from the cafe.  I suggested we go into the unisex restroom of the cafe instead. 

That was the loudest, smelliest, most animal sex I’ve had to date.  He bent me over that toilet and gave it to me like there was no tomorrow! I screamed FUCK ME and he roared FUCK YEAH!  It was a blast.   Management banged on the door threatening us to stop and come out.  We exited some twenty minutes later, practically whistling and arranging our clothes.  He quickly left the scene,  perhaps never to be seen or heard from again.  I took my sweet time, however, and even ordered a bagel and espresso to go, smirking to myself while the customers and counter staff stared at me aghast.     The manager on duty informed me  neither of us were welcome in that cafe again and that he should have called the police.

I could only smile coyly at him as I sauntered out the door. “You have the most gorgeous eyes, sir…” I said.

Stop me before I strike again!

CAROL

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