Blondie

I've never really been into girls. They're hot, sure, but I'm a girl. So while I might appreciate a beautiful woman, my drive, my appetite is for men. Until I met blondie.

She's a specimen. Beautiful, natural blonde hair, smartly cut and well kept. Pretty blue eyes, a perfect set of pouting lips, and an incredible body. Where I am soft, curvy, and blessed with larger than average breasts, she is taut, sharp lined, and has perfect perky little breasts that never require a bra. We are something like night and day, her well mannered blonde bob against my wily, wavy, out of control chestnut mop. My soft curves against the hard lines of her well earned, well formed muscular frame. She's a few inches shorter than I am, and intoxicating.

We've had a few moments when I thought that she would like to kiss me, and I've never shied away, but I like to be pursued, so I'm also not going to be the one to flip the switch. So we've stalled out at a few drunken kisses, not even the best kind of kisses, and I figured it would stay that way. Particularly since it's rare that I see her outside of my husband's ever looming presence, and he would never, ever allow me to enjoy such a treat without standing witness. Which? Fuck that. Maybe if he saw fit to take care of me, sexually and literally, I would consider that, but pigs will fly before that day comes, so anything I get around to with Blondie will be when he's not around.

I saw her the other night, at a party, and when it was time to leave, I had a moment to say goodbye in private. I invited her to the house over the holidays, for soup and wine, and we kissed, and had another almost moment, when someone interrupted our conversation.

We've since firmed up a date, and in doing so, I set the stage for a sleepover while my husband is on his trip......

Sitting here, writing these posts, it occurs to me that this time last year, I would have never done any of this, thought about it, wrote about it, even considered it. Now I seem to have taken to it like a fish to water. As if it were a part of myself so long denied and now bubbling to the surface, as natural as if it had been there all along. What a wonderful, terrible feeling.