by IlizaDanil
Reads like well-written painful truth. I really dislike this woman on some level, and I really like her on another.
I hate Mr. Baseball. He's been hit by a couple of fly balls to the head. Needs a couple more and maybe he'll stay down this time.
I agree with both the prior commentors. This sounds like an excerpt out of someone diary. I liken this saga to a horrible car cash you pass-by on the highway. You are compiled to look even-though there will be carnage but you look anyway. In the end you feel for all the victims.
a lot has happened since I sent you a message. I shut down my secret gmail I gave you on Saturday morning so my husband would not catch me. Please reply to this comment section here. I told you that my husband and I have had a dry spell in sex for the last two years because he doesn't want sex anymore, and how my neighbor and I became best friends and developed romantic feelings for each other. Well, my neighbor friend and I kissed this morning passionately for 20 minutes on his couch after my husband and son left for work and school. I tried to hold back until I got advice, but I couldn't anymore. I don't want to ruin my marriage so I told him that I couldn't go any further than kissing and left for my house. Please reply to this Iliza soon because I'm worried about what I will do if I'm alone with him for the next couple of mornings.
-Vicki
This is an erotica site. It's stories, not self-help. I don't understand why you think that I can guide you. I'm not a therapist; I'm merely an author. I'm sorry to hear that you are having a difficult time, but you should probably rely on a professional in this instance. I appreciate that you didn't leave one of the meaner comments that I've read, but please think on this: Asking me for input is a lot like asking Santa for a puppy. Do you see what I mean?