Dear Tango,
When I was in my 20's I had the most intense and exciting sexual relationship that I've ever had. He just did it for me.
We dated for 2.5 years and it was all there: physical attraction and super great sex. However, I was very scared that if I told him how much I was into him, it would scare him away and he would leave me. Because in all that time, he had never told me that he loved me.
Now, 20 years later, I find that he works in a building close to mine, and we see each other very occasionally. But when we do, I can't help but remember the time he fucked me on the wall-to-wall carpeting in front of a roaring fireplace in the middle of a raging snow storm.
I have no idea what his status is now; I know he was married but don't think he is anymore. I wouldn't mind hooking up with him again, but don't know how to go about it. Any advice for me?
Perplexed in Providence
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Dear Perplexed,
I'm not one to believe in fate, and I hate people who say that everything happens for a reason.
However, I couldn't help but notice that in your description of your relationship with you former paramour, you mentioned only how physically attracted you were to one another and how fantastic the sex was between the two of you. You didn't say that he had a great personality, or that he was kind to children and animals. It was all about fucking in front of the fireplace. No wonder you want to hook up with him again. If you don't, could you please give him my phone number?
I'm not quite sure how you could finagle a "fuck date" with him while in a business/work environment. Whether or not he is married is of even less concern to me. But I'm Tango; stuff like that doesn't matter to me (maybe it should, but it doesn't and never has).
To go the cliched route, life is short and finding someone who you remember, 20 years later, fucking you on the rug in front of a fireplace, probably until you got rug burns, is worth pursuing. Or at least thinking about pursuing. Which it seems you are.
Next time you see him, say "hello" and try to pull him aside. Touch him. Look him in the eye. Make him remember the great times the two of you had 20 years ago. And then invite him over to your abode for a cup of peppermint tea.
Greet him at the door in a white satin bustier with matching panties, white fishnet stockings and stripper 5 inch fuck-me pumps.
I guarantee you…game over.
And it things don't work out…again, give him my phone number.
Have fun,
Tango
When I was in my 20's I had the most intense and exciting sexual relationship that I've ever had. He just did it for me.
We dated for 2.5 years and it was all there: physical attraction and super great sex. However, I was very scared that if I told him how much I was into him, it would scare him away and he would leave me. Because in all that time, he had never told me that he loved me.
Now, 20 years later, I find that he works in a building close to mine, and we see each other very occasionally. But when we do, I can't help but remember the time he fucked me on the wall-to-wall carpeting in front of a roaring fireplace in the middle of a raging snow storm.
I have no idea what his status is now; I know he was married but don't think he is anymore. I wouldn't mind hooking up with him again, but don't know how to go about it. Any advice for me?
Perplexed in Providence
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Dear Perplexed,
I'm not one to believe in fate, and I hate people who say that everything happens for a reason.
However, I couldn't help but notice that in your description of your relationship with you former paramour, you mentioned only how physically attracted you were to one another and how fantastic the sex was between the two of you. You didn't say that he had a great personality, or that he was kind to children and animals. It was all about fucking in front of the fireplace. No wonder you want to hook up with him again. If you don't, could you please give him my phone number?
I'm not quite sure how you could finagle a "fuck date" with him while in a business/work environment. Whether or not he is married is of even less concern to me. But I'm Tango; stuff like that doesn't matter to me (maybe it should, but it doesn't and never has).
To go the cliched route, life is short and finding someone who you remember, 20 years later, fucking you on the rug in front of a fireplace, probably until you got rug burns, is worth pursuing. Or at least thinking about pursuing. Which it seems you are.
Next time you see him, say "hello" and try to pull him aside. Touch him. Look him in the eye. Make him remember the great times the two of you had 20 years ago. And then invite him over to your abode for a cup of peppermint tea.
Greet him at the door in a white satin bustier with matching panties, white fishnet stockings and stripper 5 inch fuck-me pumps.
I guarantee you…game over.
And it things don't work out…again, give him my phone number.
Have fun,
Tango
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