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... just kept on going, and milked the last drops out of me. She took me into her shower and we cleaned each other up. She said “Want to do this again some time later on?” I said “OK. Same thing applies—no lasting relationship, just kicks and fun? I won’t tell if you won’t tell” She said “Yes, that’s what I want” I said “I’ll definitely call” She: “Before we get off track, this is not going to be an every night thing. Just once in a while, maybe every 2-3 weeks. You stated you did not want to get too attached, and I want it that way too.” I said: “That’s what we agreed on and fine with me. Besides, I do a lot in in-state travel in my job and may be gone for 2-3 days. I have to plan into this” She did finish the course and got the boat operator job. About 6 months later, she found a job operating a boat in the Caribbean which paid more and room and board. She called me to meet her and told me. I said “I really hope you find what you are looking for. We agreed upon the terms, but I hoped it would last longer.” She kissed me, and said: “It was great, and ...

... I’ll always remember you. I’ve got to pack.” I got a wet kiss, tongues meeting, and that was that. I left there and stopped for a while to regain my composure. I never heard from her again A few weeks after that, I commented to my wife, on how she was devoting all her time to daughter and not me. Even the cat got more attention. She said that she did not realize that I was “suffering” and would be a lot more attentive toward me, which she did. Women assume that men become totally wrapped up with their kids, as they do, and nothing else matters. That night was one hell of a night after daughter went to sleep. We satisfied both our needs from that night, forward.. Believe it or not, after that, I did not actively seek extracurricular activity. I was again getting what I need at home. However, one can still look and fantasize, right? Comments are for registered members. Just sign in. Comments are welcome, providing they are relative toward the story. Vote any way you want. Post note: The way my luck runs, I could be Loni Anderson’s baby, and be bottle fed.