Almost four years ago, I fell in love for the first time--twenty-five years too late--and began an affair. Over the years, Kevin and I have met several times a week and email several times a day. I have kept almost all of the emails that I sent to him and that he sent to me. Along the way, there has been laughter and tenderness and heat...and heartache.

This blog is the posting of our daily emails. It chronicles the lives of two people over a four year period so far, and tells the story of our burgeoning love against the backdrop of New York City.

The names and addresses have been changed to protect the innocent; the rest is 100% real.

The daily update structure helps keep the blog as authentic as possible as well as living up to its title. It also strives to provide the reader with the kind of pleasure that a soap opera offers--a daily dose of voyeuristic fun.

Please begin at the beginning, otherwise, little will make sense.

Enjoy.




Thursday, January 15, 2015

Sweet Make-up


Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 9:03 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Did you make it home safely?
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Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 10:36 AM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Yes, thank you for asking.
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Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 1:02 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Did the girls have a good time in the end?
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Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 3:39 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Hello my Kevin:

Are you still my Kevin?

The girls didn't have a good time at all. In retrospect, although the camp said not to bring electronics, because they wouldn't be responsible for stolen articles, and all the other camps they've been too say they rather not have teenagers on electronics all the time, we should've gotten a lock box for them and sent them with their laptop so that they wouldn't feel so isolated since the camp didn't care, just didn't want to be responsible. They were some of the youngest kids there, and new to the camp, so the situation was bad and the instruction subpar. I had a bad gut feeling about them. I should always go with my instincts. They are pretty good, like the guy I chose from among all those men on AM. We've had so much fun. I hope we can have some more.

Did you give any thought to the "evidence"? : )

XO

Me
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Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 5:00 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Hello,

I am still your Kevin.  I am totally obsessed with you.  Are you still my HFG?

I reviewed the evidence.  I guess we both prefer that I use my mouth.  That puts us on the same page.  My ability to make you come remains an issue.  I would hate for the next time I make love to you to be my last.  By the way, the no talking thing was a total turn on.  I think I talk too much.

They didn't go to have fun.  They went to play soccer for a week.  If the skills translate to the pitch their discomfort will not only be forgotten, it will be mythologized.  Players fresh from camp usually suffer from two flaws.  1, they want to demonstrate all of their new crazy skills like bicycle kicks even though they may not be appropriate.  Second, because they think they have mastered the game they all swarm on the ball.  The true skill in soccer is where to go when you don't have the ball so when you do get it, you aren't already surrounded by the other team and have options to pass or shoot.  I can't believe that a computer would have helped that much.  Another important skill in soccer is dealing with the team.  That skill transcends the sport and is important for their development.  It was a good experience for them.  Of course, experience is what you get when you don't get what you want.

I love you Roya.  I hope I can get past this.  We have had a lot of fun.  It would be too bad if we can't have more.

XOXOXOX

SYB
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Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 6:21 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Hello my love:

I'm glad to hear that you're still mine : ) I sure am still your HFG, a bitchy one, but still.

Seriously, I can cum if you touch me, if you eat me out, or if you fuck me. The most important thing for me is to trust my partner, that he cares to please me as much as I care to please him. And if you haven't learned anything about me, I hope you've noticed that pleasing you is a priority for me. I keep replaying when I was giving you a blow job, and you grabbed me by the hand, and told me to come here, and kind of tossed me on the bed, and started to take out the condom. I knew what you wanted, at that moment you lusted, and I knew I had aroused it and nothing else mattered to you but that. It was so hot.

I can cum when you fuck me, but I would need to be very aroused if I'm to cum in a matter of minutes, otherwise, if it's from scratch, then I would either have to know it will stay up for like 10 or 15 minutes, or it's a 20 year old who can stay hard all night, then I can ride it in peace. But as it is with us, I can't be sure, we aren't 20 anymore, so when we fuck, my entire attention is on you, on your thrusting, how it's good for you, not necessarily for me. And I'm fine with that. But that means you'll have to make me cum in a different way, or really arouse me before you enter me which means either touching or oral sex, and I'm fine with touching. But the last time, your finger kept slipping down from the sensitive area I showed you, and at one point stopped moving all together. I was like hello, where are you? Are you even with me here?

Like when you fucked me last time, you were selfish. It was all you, and I love that; it turns me on to be your sex object, but you have to let me take my turn at being selfish too, at being my sex object. I don't know, Kevin. Sometimes, I wonder whether either of us is living in some fantasy world. Me, to think I can find the love of my life on a site like AM. All I want is an equitable relationship, financially, emotionally, sexually. I don't think I deliver any less than I expect.

And I don't know really what you want, but I think that sometimes you want a whore, but not a real whore. Like I said a sophisticated woman wouldn't be impressed by money, and a sexual one would want to cum too. Unless you find some little immigrant, or somebody who would be so wowed by going to the Waldorf, or somewhere like that and getting a free meal, and so on, but I'm not sure if that's what you want either. Only you know that.

Anyway, I hope you know that I wouldn't tell you I love you if I didn't mean it. I'm risking more than you, and I'm still hoping I've been lucky enough to have found real love and friendship and sex.

XOXOXO.

HFG
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Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 10:38 PM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX
To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Hey you:

Have you gone to bed?

XOXOXO
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Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 10:45 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

No.  But I need to soon.  How are you?.

 

 

 

 

 

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