Dear Johnny,
I don't mind admitting I am a slut. I don't want to be tied down to any one man for a long time, & I crave excitement and adventure and a few months with one man is just about enough for me. I have a knack for picking out a certain type of man, I can pick him out of a crowded bar as if I had radar, & I'm always right on target. The men I pick are usually at least 10 years older than I am, I'm 28, & the thing that they all have in common is that they are married, either unhappily, only with their wives for the children's sake, separated, at least that is there fuckin stories, but I know better. These guys always have the same sorry stories, their wives
sit around & do nothing but spend money, money & more money. They all started off beautiful, hot, sexy & desirable, & they always had the hottest sex at the beginning, but now they have all gained weight, spend money like a drunken sailors, drive new Beamers, give their husbands absolutely no sex, & aren't appreciative of anything they have, they take their husbands for granted & bitch, bitch bitch about everything & anything they can. So instead of the husbands trying to work the problems out, these guys are always on the prowl. They are always looking for some woman to make them feel like a real man, & the only other thing that they all have in common is that they are liars. What they really want is to have their families that they give everything to, & me, a beautiful little piece on the side. I'm the middle aged mans version of find them, fuck them, feel them & forget them.
But me, i'm the one they will never forget!!!!
I know what they want. I know what they crave. I know what they fantasize about. I know what they desire.
And me, I give them more!!!!!!
When I'm ready I dress up like a whore, not just some cheap whore, I put on my business suite, with a shear, low cut white blouse, & my 5 inch heals, or one of my low cut, tight white mini dresses with fishnet stockings & my 5" heeled boots I wear my fire engine red lipstick with a thick layer of lip gloss, & I put on my makeup like a sex kitten. I have my medium length bright red hair up, showing off & exposing my long, sexy neck & I love wearing alot of the expensive jewelery that all my previous lovers have bought me.
Oh, maybe I didn't tell you this, but if you don't consider their wives whore's when all they do is take,, take take, & give their men absolutely nothing but aggravation. I think that for all I do for them, I deserve something in return. As a matter of fact my 9 month old Lexus was a gift from my last lover.
I can spot a mark from the other side of the room just by the way they are looking around, its just so different from a single man looking at all the woman. Usually to confirm, i move in a little closer to my mark, so I can see if he still wears that wedding ring because he is just so used to it, or if he's the type that takes it off when he goes out on the prowl. Most of this type puts their wedding ring in their wallet, or leaves it in the glove box of his car, or sometimes he puts it into the little pocket in his jeans.
I know just how to pay them. I wait for them to start looking over the room, & as they are just about to stare at me, I look them over quickly, lick my lips, & then get this look of embarrassment on my face & quickly look away, making it look as if they just busted me checking them out & liking what i see. I don't like to brag, but most men call me a hottie. I work out & my small body is well toned, almost muscular. I'm a pro at this. you know how sometimes you walk into a place & the salesman is a real pro & he almost always makes the sale, well that is my forte. When it comes to things like this, I know my shit. I dress, I act, I move, & wear the costume, because I am going to get you.
I am not going to give a man exactly what he wants. I am going to show him things, teach him things & give him experiences that he never dreamed of before. I am going to redefine the boundries of his dreams & desires. I am going to take him to levels he never dreamed of before, & just when he gets there, I will redefine it all over again. I will make a man so happy, so excited, so!!!!!!
Here is the key word. TRUST
You will be surpried at how quickly a man that is, in my words "LUST FOR YOU," in his words "IN LOVE WITH YOU," will trust you, & expect you to trust him!!!!! And you will even more surprised to learn that you can easily & very quickly start to manipulate him!!!!!
Exactly: "oh my god, no man has ever made me feel that way before, I'm trembling, feel me, ooooohhhh did you feel that, I'm still coming, it feels like your big hard cock is still inside of me & you just keep exploding & shooting big gushes of, "oooowww, did you feel that. did you feel it. oh my god, oh, do you always do this to a woman. I would kill any woman that tried to take that away from me."
I love you. I love you. I love you. They always love you, but they always have to go home to their wives. I'm so understanding at the beginning that they just never see it coming. At the beginning its always so easy for them to lie to me, but very quickly I get them so craving & desiring me that they start acting angry at their wives. It funny how 20 different men all seem to act the same when their quickly one night stand turns into an addiction that they want more & more & more of. I know how to drive men crazy. I make it quite clear to them that I am not just a one night stand, & that if they don't really love me then we should just break it off right then. I make them take me to shows, & concerts & the theater. I make them take me dancing and to amusement parks. All things that they should be doing with their wives, but they just don't.
Its all so exciting, but
WHAT ABOUT SEX.
Oh babe, i really want you. I need you. I desire you, I ache for you," but sweetheart, I don't want you to get home too late and get in trouble. If she gets too suspicious, she might hire a private detective, or follow you or something. I get them really, really excited, but I refuse to let them stay. I sit there & think of him getting home to his mousy, nagging bitch of a wife, hearing shit & then having to climb into bed with them, as their hearts are pounding away for hours every night thinking of me.
In a very short time they give their wives pet names and start demonstrating their frustration. Many of them use cow, or some form of cow, like fat cow, lazy cow, stupid cow, while many use bitch, that fat bitch, that stupid bitch. When i tell them that what they are saying is not nice, it riles them up even more.
My men always love me even more for being understanding!!!!!
I love you, I love you even more. I love you even more than that. Mind you, this is only 2-3 weeks into a relationship. By week 4-5, they always start feeling guilty & want to buy an expensive gift. Most of the time its expensive jewelery, & you would be surprised at how many diamond engagement rings I have been given. I have been given 2 homes by wealthier, more guilty liars & cheater. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you."
it always bothers me "THE WORD TRUST." These men never take you into consideration, what happens if you love him. What happens if you really love him. Just like he tells you what he thinks you want to hear. Just like he lies to get what he wants from you, its all about HIM, HIM, HIM, & that is probably why his wife is the way she is because at some point the bubble burst, & he was no longer the greatest, he was no longer her Knight in shining Armour, he was no longer the man of her dreams, he was just a liar telling her whatever she wanted to hear so he could get all the pussy he wanted & get her to do all these things she has never done before, & now that reality has set in, she stops having sex with him, she starts gaining weight & not caring as much about herself, & now dressing up for him. It spirals downwards & she finds other interests, other things that turn her on, that excite her. Maybe she is having affairs, or maybe she just likes shopping. Whatever it is, if the two of them really, I mean really love each other, they find a way to work things out. Its the ones that don't that I am attracted to.
Now I have them skipping out of work for a few hours to meet me, or meeting them during their lunch hour at work. I just love this one. I make them take me to a real nice restaurant, the ones with the linen table clothes where we sip champagne until I get a nIce little buzz on, & of coarse by this time I always have their cock out of their pants, & CAN ANYONE GUESS WHAT THE VERY NEXT THING I ALWAYS DO IS."
That's right, I don't care who see's it. I don't care what they think, although most of the time I imagine the waiter or barman wishes it was them. 9 times out of 10 I am the first woman in these married middle aged mens lives that ever did this. It makes me wonder if they should print some sort of marriage booklet to give to the bride while they are at the marriage ceremony & to tell them they should read this book before they get to their honeymoon.
Well anyway, I have to go back to my favorite word "TRUST." He wants me to trust him, I mean after all he LOVES me, and he expects me to believe every lie that comes out of his mouth about his marriage, it stands to reason that I should want to know a little bit more then just what he wants me to know & just a little more than he tells me, right?
So while he is in the shower, I look through his wallet. I check out his pictures, his wife. I write down his address, & for sure I want to check out my competition. I'm not a stalker, & perhaps you might think that this is a little bit sick, but I drive past his house. I follow his wife around & get to know what she does, & who she see's. I have gotten really good at it, so wifey doesn't know a thing. Sometimes they just shop & shop & shop, & sometimes they are having an affair, & sometimes they drink too much. A few of the wives had drug problems that were just so obvious, yet when I asked them if they think their wife might be having a drug problem, they had no idea. If this is how a man loves his wife, the woman that he has lived with for then years, it pisses me off to think how much could this man love me after 10 weeks.
At one point I establish a relationship with the other woman, oh, I'm sorry. I am the other woman. I mean I establish a relationship with the wife. No not a long time relationship, but I try to spend a little time with them and see what they are all about. I try to get to know them a little, most of the time at a bar where I strike up a conversation, or at the hair salon where I go a few times to try & find out all the gossip, & then I try to make my appointments at the same time as her appointments & start striking up relationships.
Then comes decision time, & now let me tell you the rules about decision time.
1-If I think it is mostly the husbands fault, I make him pay financially. No I don't ever threaten to tell his wife. I just make him think that he might start to lose me because I'm not going to wait around forever for him to leave his wife. You will be surprised at how much the combination of guilt and the thought of losing the sex partner of a man's dreams will cause him to spend on you to make you (what he thinks) happy.
2-If I think that it is both of their fault, I try to suggest to the wife that her husband might not be paying much attention to her because she doesn't rock his world anymore. I tell them things they could try & send them to buy books, & to Fredericks of Hollywood. Then too I speak to the husband & try to suggest that if perhaps he brought passion & spontaneity & bought her sexy gifts, & told her how beautiful & sexy she is. If he went to the store to buy the clothes & paid the same attention to her as he did to me, that she would most probably be the fantasy woman of his dreams rather then me.
3-You don't know how pissed off I get when a woman is just outright & downright using and abusing a man. You would be surprised at how many woman's attitudes are "he works 20 hours a day, 6 says a week to support me in the fashion I have become accustomed to, & dearie you have no idea how hot our pool boy is, or I go out cruising for men. Its these woman that usually were the prettiest girls in high school & perhaps even in college. Now they have put on 20-50 lbs. & they might still look good when they have their clothing on, but they are out of shape & when they take their clothes off, they have rolls of flab. Its these woman that treat their husbands like slaves, like garbage, with total disregard for their feeling & their ego's. These men I really can't blame them for straying.
AND IT IS THESE WIVES THAT REALLY NEED TO HAVE SOME SENSE KNOCKED INTO THEM, & IT REALLY GETS ME OFF TEACHING THESE BITCH'S A LESSON.
IF YOU THINK YOU'RE EXCITED NOW LOVE HONEY XXXXXXXX
