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Old Friends

 I'm home alone this weekend.  Wife is off visiting family.

Last time she left, I rubbed myself raw watching all sorts of porn.  4 orgasms the 1st day, 3 the next, and 2 the morning before she got home.  It was awesome, and awful.  Awesome, because, well, 7 orgasms, awful, because they were all alone.

I'm not in a position to find a mistress. That's not in the cards right now, and all my on-line friends have moved on, and good for them.

This isn't a new topic for me, so my apologies for being redundant.

With guaranteed privacy, I've been going through my old photos, pictures sent to me by women, who, at the time, were wonderfully intimate friends.

Hours spent laughing and playing together, the thrill of meeting a couple of terrific friends in person, a lost opportunity for a kiss, and a bullet dodged (perhaps) when a threesome invitation fell through, and a shared orgasm in a hotel room with one of my longest and dearest friends.

I don't have all the picture I collected over the years.  One friend specifically asked me to delete them, so I did.  I regret that now.  I miss her. 

And that's the nature of online life, a moment of resolve deletes hundreds of emails, dozens of pictures, and they are gone.

I found a whole series of chat texts with a friend from work.  I think I know who they were with, but the texts don't narrow it down.  I had two very close friends at this job, and I've obviously used a code name for her in the texts, so, which one was it?  AL or my boss's secretary?  Perhaps a full reading will help figure it out.

I also have several fantastic audio files, orgasmic masturbation recordings of intense pleasure, the eroticism lost because I can't remember who sent them.  Tragic and disrespectful, I know, but I never dared tag them with real names as to maintain some sense of privacy. Without knowing who is behind the voice, they are sexy, but not powerful, a strange revelation.

A few are perfectly identifiable, at least to me.  I have pictures and video and wonderful memories.  She left years ago, stopped blogging and resolved to "never be someone's #2 again."  I probably had a hand in her leaving.  She was my #2. I have a wife, kids, like many of us here.  She and I were long and involved friends, voice mail, shared orgasms across the miles, tears and laughter, but never #1 for each other.  I miss her too.

I did delete a set of pictures last night, I forgot I even had them.  A funny and cute girls who turned out, after she sent me a picture of her on her high school volleyball team, to be underage.  17, yes, but still not legal.  Those got deleted right away, though today, she's easily 25-26 and I wonder how she is doing.

One set I cannot delete, my beautiful Canadian will always be with me.  Pictures, videos, travel photos, music she composed and music she sang.  I cannot lose her.  That would be too much.

I love my old friends.  I miss that life.  I miss you all.