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.

A dream is just a wish your heart makes.

 

Thanks to Max, FFF is back in action!

Word Limit: 290-300

Key Words: laces/laced

Forbidden Words: hips, thighs

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When I got a call back after 6-months of resume’s, networking, on-line submissions, bad coffee, and worse advice from people who already had jobs, I jumped at it.  Three rounds of interviews, a personality test, a background check, and a blood and urine test, I was in.  I was two levels and several thousand dollars below where I left, but the paychecks were steady and the commute was from my bedroom, now a room for one, to my office.

The management chain was pretty opaque since we were all remote, so I was surprised when the CIO called an all-hands, in-person meeting on Friday.  I showered, shaved, went to the dry cleaner, and arrived early.

“You’re the new guy,” the well-scrubbed assistant said, extending his hand, “glad you are early, Ms. K. likes to meet everyone.”

“Ms. K.?” I asked., “suddenly very nervous.”

He opened the door and ushered me in, closing and locking the door.

“Good to see you again Frank,” she stood on the conference room table like we fantasized about so many years before, “let’s finish what we almost started.”

It was almost 10 years since that day it “almost” happened.  I was to stupid and horny to realize she wasn’t feeling well, wasn’t in the mood and so that was that.  I blew my one chance.  She left the company not long after, I was laid off by June, and so our once torrid friendship was reduced to once-a-year Christmas cards that now came back as “undeliverable.”

“Hello Kara,” I almost choked on the words, “I, didn’t know it was you.”

“I know,” she said, slowly spreading her feet apart as she stood above me, “I don’t interfere with hiring very often, but I occasionally make exceptions.”

“Now,” she smiled, “let’s get me out of these laces.”

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300 Words

Nothing ever happened between us, not really, but oh, how I wanted it to.

Now she's a bigshot with a tech company, and yes, her Christmas card came back "Undeliverable."