Current Confessions
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This real life badass goddess has found that the road of trials and tribulations have led me directly to my very own reverse harem. It's a lonely housewife's forbidden fantasy. Those stolen thoughts at the end of the day when it's ok to take that second to embrace the dark and macabre. Well let me tell you this, it's not all it's cracked up to be.
Last week I had s*x with a man I haven't seen in almost twenty years. Captain of the basketball ball team and lead star in every girl in highschools cherry popping plans. So how did this man end up in my bed on a random Saturday you ask? Well that all starts with a twelve years marriage and a whirlwind romance of course. Nothing like a mid life crisis to get the libido going and open the mind to unacknowledged sexuality. Did I mention the cyber dom? No? Don't worry fellow goddesses, we will get to that.... but first we have to jump back a bit.
Two years ago I was married, and had accepted an offer of employment from the forensic unit at my local PD. My dad ran a dinner for a living and supported himself from the revenue. My home life was stressful. My husband was never around. We got pregnant fast. Two sets of twin boys eleven months apart. My husband was never around when I was home. I worked full time and pumped on my breaks. I took maternity leave for eight weeks and then went right back to work.
I suppose it is normal for humans to become aware of their circumstances and what reality they truly experience. These are the thoughts that sound to ugly to say, so ugly you don't want to own them at all. They are stigmas, stereotypes really. Not many people want to open their mouth and say words like, " Hi I am Sasha, mother of four, s*x addict, victim of s****l assault, r**e and domestic abuse, owner of multiple mental health labels, don't judge me, they really are just levels used as a guide to understand people. The problem exists in the biases and signs we face in life
We all have them. Those things with in ourselves that we just can't love. Not really. Not like we should. Because we punish ourselves with hate for not being who people have told us we should be. Now that we are caught up on fresh costs psychology, let's get back to the day I walked into dinner and got struck by lightning.
My dad had called me feeling really Ill. He couldn't find anyone to cover the register so he asked me to come help the cook. I was in a terrible mood that day. My husband and I had been fighting. I can't even tell you what over, but probably women or the fact that he just didn't help. Four little boys, a full-time, and a post time job is a lot to manage. It has been a few years since things had gotten physical. After the last time I promised to leave him, e finally listened. But his outbursts were still scary. The mental warfare was almost worse.
I was deep in thought when I arrived at the diner. I rushed through the glass door to escape the chill and made my way to the counter in the back. Dad kept a bell that could be rung for a customer if he was in the back. I'm not gonna lie, I've always had an inner side, so I rang the bell... and then I rang it again... and then just one more time just in case...... It was not my dad the walked out. Not even a little bit, but believe me when I say, I would not have minded calling him Daddy.
He looked pissed. Like super duper pissed, but all I could do was smoke at him. This real grumpy, beautiful, amazing man was the catalyst that changed everything I knew and thought, and it happens in less than 3 seconds flat.
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