lessons from the universe & screwing married men
Stamped: May 16th, 2007 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: flirting, friends and losers, life lessons, pussy, sex with married men, the universe, underwear.
The universe has got a weird way of trying to keep you from doing stuff that you know you shouldn't but really want to anyway. Take for instance: messin' around with someone who may already be spoken for. I guess the Universe doesn't consider your temptation justified even though you have known the person for years or that as his good friend, you are aware of the fact that his union is doomed anyway.
You meet and said guy is not spoken for at the time. You flirt like mad and try to hook up but work and other shit gets in the way and you chalk it up to life. Then, every time you try to make plans to "consummate" your friendship; something happens; a flu, a bad period, a business trip on his part, family emergencies, etc. That gets chalked up to shitty timing. Years go by and the friendship/flirtation/curiosity continues, so you finally decide you're gonna try again — even though this person is now officially committed to another (chained is more like it). You plan it down to the last detail and are certain that this is finally it.
The day arrives and you and your pussy are more than ready and your conscious is more than clear even though the bible says that what you're doing — or trying to do — is wrong. You meet him for drinks and he's looking yummy and you foxier than ever. *Drip. Drip. Drip* You're only a beverage away from the unleashing of years of pent up curiosity and sexual tension and you are ready! R-E-A-D-Y!!!
You begin your walk to the bar and one of the straps of your very favorite pair of come-fuck-me-right-this-second-you-bastard sandals breaks. You shed a tear for your precious shoes but carry on like the trooper you are cuz' nothin's getting in the way of the fuck-fest that you have planned — especially after you have adorned the bed with 400 thread count sheets for the occasion! You decide that the trek to the bar is too far for a broken sandal and opt for a nearby cafe instead. Whatever. Who cares. You just NEED to fuck!!
Once inside the cafe, with only some noisette-scented steam separating the two of you; you can almost taste the sweet victory of your conquest. Then, since you were too dense to see the first sign that this shouldn't happen (at the expense of your sandals), the Universe decides to really fuck you — not in the good way and in walks the best friend of your playmates wife. Fuck.
He covers it up nicely and you are impressed by his quick thinking and unusual calm. Your panties dampen further at this new lying-scoundrel thing he's got goin' on and you cannot wait to get some of that! He gets back to the table and turns pale as his tail slips between his legs and the sound of clucking chickens fills the air. "This isn't happening is it?" you ask.
His voice quivers with fear as he replies: "No. It can't now. I have to go."
You watch him scurry away like a frightened kitten and he's practically fighting back tears. I guess yours isn't the only wet pussy around.
You go home and resort to calling your back-up booty call guy that you swore you'd never do again, but this is an emergency damn it! You've got new lingerie that is just too cute to go unseen and a puddle in your panties that you've just gotta share!
As you sit and wait for back-up to arrive you realize what the Universe was trying to tell you all along: If you're gonna mess with a married guy:
a) choose one with a backbone and b) wear cheap shoes.
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“If you’re gonna mess with a married guy:
a) choose one with a backbone”
If he had a backbone, he’d face his issues or divorce his wife & then you wouldn’t have this little problem!
Jenna: You won’t hear me disagree with you there. A real man would just leave and spare them both the misery.
A real man worth *Drip. Drip. Drip*-ing should manage something to compensate your broken sandal by any possible way. To leave a dampen and desired pussy is not a gentleman’s courtesy. Find someone else, and forget about the retarded!
“A real man would just leave and spare them both the misery.”
Some might say that a real woman wouldn’t attempt to fuck around with a married man.
Wow — I am lovin’ the way this post is gettin’ peoples panties in a bunch!
Everyone is makin’ great points and I really do see all the sides to this — including Chaz’s.
One might also say though that the marriage should be the concern of the man who is actually married — not that of the single, horny friend who took no vows. It is not her marriage to worry about.
Also, the fact that she did not get laid and has decided to move on to new dick is not a so much of a problem as it is just a fun post that is doing its job in getting some attention.
Cheers
Finding an outdoor pussy is most likely a deep craving often rooted in male hearts. Oppositely, a girlfriend says, “Just love married men. They guarantee a TURN-ON and wet-sheet/matress.” I love how Adrie presents a huaman warmth from a decent female’s heart. Amazingly good story!!! I say, “A plus.”