May 18, 2019 Saturday
Good morning, Sass,
If you see typos in this, please attribute it to my iPad screen keyboard, which has an autocorrect mind of its own and I don’t always proof it thoroughly. I’d love to talk with you either Saturday or Sunday evening. Problem with the hotel room is the phone is on the desk, making lying down in bed and fantasizing difficult. I have no problem of you calling me on the cell phone if you wish. No one uses it or checks it besides me. It’s up to you. Or, hell, just eliminate the middle man and come here.
I wanted to send a message earlier but I wanted it to have a little more substance than the usual flirtations because of the content of your last response. Your bout with cancer registers with me. Two years ago, I had cancer surgery. Thankfully, things are fine but while it didn’t accelerate my sex drive and desire, it did speed up my retirement schedule. But I did it without plans, opening up my forays to Ashley.
Here’s some answers to your latest questions and I’m sure we’ll have more to chat about. Funny, when corresponding with other women, I withhold much, fog up a few details to ensure I can’t be found though never lying or misleading, but I have no qualms about opening up with you and baring myself. I don’t know why. Probably because I’d really like to see if something can occur. And yes, if my wife is gone, I absolutely can entertain you safely, and I do mean entertain.
For work, I did a variety of things when I was younger that sated my desire for drink, drugs, and danger. I was a bartender, construction worker, drug dealer, and commercial fisherman. But one night, I jumped over the bar to break up a fight, got a cue stick across my back and was laying at the bottom of a scrum thinking there has to be an easier way to make a living. So I went back to school and found a calmer career and taught others as well. [career story redacted but it is really cool!]
But my favorite place to eat (besides the obvious involving you) is the late fall-early winter evening dinner train on the Cape Cod Scenic Railroad, especially during a light snow. It runs from Hyannis to the Canal and back, through marshes and along the coast. It’s magical, romantic, erotic, and the food is five star. I don’t know how people keep from making love on the tables before it’s over.
My music tastes run old school but somewhat diversified. [Details and a youtube video redacted]
I’m off to Boston to see my family [redacted details]. I’ll be back early evening. Let me know which phone you’d prefer and I’ll send you a number. Or, preferably, directions.
What a beautiful day! Thank you for bringing the sunshine!! The WBZ weather guy said this is our first dry Saturday since March! Hope you had fun out and about with your descendants.
Okay. Not sure if this will send you running screaming toward me or away but here it is… unfiltered right back at you!
Directions, please? I am game. I may be doing something very special or incredibly stupid but I want to come see you. or see you and cum? ; ) Listen to you. Maybe touch you. Even taste you. Let’s figure it out? I need a safe start somewhere public. Later tonight? Tomorrow late afternoon or evening? I will cancel something. Or I can wait, if there is a better time in the months ahead? Speed can mean the brakes go on harshly too quickly.
Damn it… this email? It’s what I prosaically call a “holy shit” moment. It makes me WANT YOU. Which is usually a VERY BAD SIGN tm. Because the more I want a man, the less likely it is to happen. *sigh
And I am not only thinking of your body or talent using it, but your mind. I want to ask so many questions, to learn from your wide variety of experiences, to benefit from your adventures and have some more with you!
It makes me want to trust you… which can be a disaster. Dangerous. Ugh. How can I tell that you are not part of the evil in this world? I can’t. *sigh. Please don’t be an axe murderer!
Oh man… I adored this email! It sent my mind in so many directions.
I’ll start at the end. I listened to the video. My older sister’s beau is taking music lessons at a high level as part of his post-cancer “do what I’ve always meant to do” activities, so I’ve been listening to a lot of links he posts. But nothing like that song… I let Youtube take me on a trip through the genre for a long time and feel like I can breathe better than in ages for all the gasps of joy! Hah. I got lost in Wikipedia articles about the musician and more. Did you know he is touring? And he’ll be in Boston next month?
I usually get droll answers to the music questions but this was like an explosion in a fireworks factory! Ha! Thank you. It is on in the background as a I write all this.
A big portion of my music knowledge comes through being a serious figure skating fan years ago, and they skate to a lot of different genres, so I can see an athlete jumping and spinning to so many of the tunes. Here’s a 7-minute glimpse of the athleticism, musicality and downright sexuality of one of my favorite dance couples. I am rarely rendered speechless but I stared into the blue eyes of Peter Tchernyshev in a hotel hallway in Colorado Springs and he asked for directions…I had to point!
[HD] Naomi Lang and Peter Tchernyshev – 2002 Worlds FD – Parisienne Walkways
A wacky list of a man willing to take a risk. And then learning important lessons. Will try not to fangirl too much, but I do adore what you do and how it makes our world better. I adore sharing stories and I bet you know a million! *drool
I started posting photos about food when I was sick. People were like “How ARE you?” or “How are YOU?” all the time every day and I hated it. So I went out to dinner and took photos and posted them, so they could see me out and know I was “okay” and we could talk about the food and restaurants and I liked that a lot! When I got better I stopped for a bit and everyone was pestering me….”Are you okay? I miss knowing where you had dinner! Can you tell me where to go for brunch?” So I kept going. I consider doing more, perhaps even a food blog, in retirement… we’ll see.
Men tell me their restaurants ideas and most of the time I nod… I could do that. With yours, I want to make reservations right now! Ha. How can you be so… I think there’s a Spanish word something like sympatico? Argh.
I am so sorry you had to learn the lessons of cancer treatment and have it send you off on a different track, but if it brings you to me and that’s a good thing? Hooray!! My dad had similar issues in his 40s and lived another 47 years, so I will hope the same for you! I want to know more about this adventure and any super powers you acquired, but hope there will be time for that later. You got me hoping… *sigh
I have to run to my next thing… and this has gotten long again and I told you way too much so I will stop now.
Anonymity: Thank you for being so open and know I protect you. I was in a “chat room for cheaters” on IRC so I have heard every story on how affairs can so south. Remind me to tell you about the bank robber.
As open as I am, I want to stay anonymous, except perhaps in person after a long while. Not to protect myself from you exactly, though there is always a bit of that, but to keep your wife or family from ever finding me. I hope you can cope with that. And my ”real name” only sends me spiraling into the part of my life that is business and chores and responsibilities and married… let me escape most of that as Sassy!
Hugs with groping and an ear nibble… for a start!
Re: Re: Voices
Your better angels whisper in your ear? No problem. You take things as quickly or as slowly as you think you need to. (Then once you arrive, I’ll be very, very slow.) You call me or don’t whenever you the spirit moves you. But do not stop writing. It stirs me.
PS— I cannot believe I let the typo go to you on the name of my favorite song! I hate my iPad at times. I can’t imagine what I typed so the beast inside my tablet changed it. It’s not like I haven’t listened to this album and song for four decades, bought it at least seven times in varying media, not to mention given countless copies as gifts to friends. That’s embarrassing.
When can I see you tomorrow?
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Of course, technically “tomorrow” begins at midnight.
Glad you are stirred! (Not shaken.)
I feel like I missed an email… or you did… or something. Send me your phone number and we can figure it out.
I am definitely in a full speed ahead mode!
I have to be in Salem NH tomorrow noon, but hope to home in time to see you in the evening, if that works? Tell me when and where. A Starbucks? An Olive Garden? A Mall food court?
Aww… don’t be embarrassed. I knew it was auto-correct. 🙂
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[phone number redacted]
Hiya! I like following along while you time-factor. 🙂 Please help the Sox win tomorrow?
I am thinking to go down (see what I did there?) your way, so there is the option of the hotel if the stars align? 7 pm or so sounds fine. Or whenever. Ping me when you know you can be ready in about an hour?
Do you want to talk tonight? Hear my sultry voice? I can call now if that works?
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Whatever you’d like, Sass. I’m just sitting here watching the Sox and refreshing my browser waiting for your emails. But I’ll warn you, hearing my voice may prompt you to jump in the car tonight. Or so I dream.
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