Seeker

What a drive home. I dreaded this day. Reality forced me from my hiding hole. I let Sarah drive so I could pour over all my unanswered text and emails messages I had ignored over the past several days. My vacation was relaxing, but yet stressful with the two late night meet-up’s I had. I loved the excitement, but I should have gone for the plain, simple vacation without the added drama. I have enough drama in my life.

So Angela sent me some fifty text messages, some were sad, others were angry, and the worst ones were her texts begging me to answer even with a simple acknowledgment that I had received the texts at all. Obviously I couldn’t just answer with a simple text, so I would have to call her. I would have to wait until we got home because I am certain that Sarah wouldn’t want to hear me have a conversation with another woman!

Luckily I am off tonight. I am exhausted after the lack of sleep and a several hour car ride. After we got home, Sarah, who had driven most of the time, got unusually frisky. I had taken my suitcase upstairs as Sarah was getting undressed, exposing her tight, athletic yet soft figure to me unabashedly. She walked up behind me and began kissing my neck and back, finally arousing me. We hadn’t had sex in two days, and Sarah pointed that out, calling me ‘old man’ for my lack of lustfulness towards her. Game on!

I quickly got fired up, returning Sarah’s kisses as I grabbed her naked butt and held her close to me. Setting her on the counter, I put myself in her as I pushed her legs up in the the air. The rest was just amazing. When we finished, she ran to the bathroom to empty herself. Sweaty and winded, I ran into the shower. I knew that I would have to make that call to Angela now.

So Sarah is in the shower now, and I am free to make my call. Angela picked up on the first ring, almost as if she was hovering over the phone waiting endlessly! Tearfully, she said “hey baby, where have you been?” I quickly and unwaveringly replied that I had just got home and had left my phone in the house! Silence met me on the other end, and then a sigh. She was happy that I hadn’t just dumped her and left without a word. I knew that would be hard for me to do, seeing how intensely attracted I was to her and the sex with her! Angela begged me to come over so we could ‘talk’ about something important. I hate secrets and just want the table clean when I start a conversation. In spite of my fatigue, I didn’t have much free time, so I went upstairs to inform Sarah that I was going to the hospital because they were short-handed. Sarah was upset that I wouldn’t be home tonight since I was called in to work, but she was clear to point out that she understood the nature of my job and that she would stand by me for anything. “I am just happy that I had you all to myself for the past week!” She smiled as she spoke those words to me. I shot her a half-smile, knowing well what the reality was! I felt so guilty as she hugged me.

I high-tailed it out of the house to Angela, who squealed with excitement as she opened the door. She held me tight as she kissed my neck and chest. I love the shape and feel of her hands on my back. She is so hot. I quickly gave in to Angela even though I had just been with Sarah! Within minutes, we were both naked and in each other underneath the covers of her soft, relaxing bed. So much for conversation!

– T.C

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I stumbled into the rental trying to be as quiet as possible so as to not awaken Sarah. I slid into the bed next to her, edging my way towards her back.

“Where were you?” I heard her sobbing quietly. I froze instantly, realizing that I had been caught. I thought quickly and responded to her, “Hey babe, I was all jacked up and wanted to go for a walk to blow off some stress. I didn’t want to keep you awake by tossing in the bed” She turned to me in the bed so I could see her swollen eyes all filled with tears. Apparently, she woke up as soon as I had left the bed, and she tried to follow me. How far she followed me, I don’t know exactly, but I made the assumption that she didn’t see much. It turns out she scrambled the beach in the direction opposite of Farah and I, and then she walked back after not finding me. Luckily Farah and I weren’t on the beach long tonight otherwise Sarah would have seen two naked bodies on a blanket by the beach! Someone above was watching over me enough to have made me get that motel room. Luckily I wasn’t being cheap!

The short of our conversation is I ended up explaining that I had walked several miles in the opposite direction that Sarah went, and I fell asleep briefly on the ocean’s edge, which is why I showered off as I came upstairs into the bedroom. This tragedy fortunately played out well when Sarah stared me in the eyes and said, “Don’t ever cheat my life away. I love you too much. I’m sorry I got so worried about you.” We hugged, kissed, and then Sarah rolled me over between her thighs, after which she used her soft fingertips to put me inside her….

We got up in the early afternoon as both of us were exhausted from the night. Sarah had been searching for me frantically through the night, while I was doing what I did, so neither of us slept well. After we ate lunch, Sarah and I took a walk down the beach, hand in hand, and spent a day together, worry free in our safe world. We leave for home tomorrow, and to no uncertain terms, I will need to deal with the seemingly hundreds of texts that Angela sent me over the past few days. I dread it. Reality check…..

-T.C.

So tonight is my last night to visit with Farah. I am looking forward to one last chance and one last fantasy with her. Tonight, as I stare at Sarah over the table at dinner, I reached out and held her hand. I don’t know what I would do without Sarah, but I still have this burning desire to explore other adventures and then return home each morning. Sarah has been so sweet to me, loving, and affectionate, while I have been less than attentive it seems. Maybe it is because we have achieved some steady state relationship that I feel safe in, and I know will be there for me at any time that permits me the opportunity to step out occasionally. I don’t know, but I know that I feel comfortable with Sarah.

Sarah and I had a great dinner at a local dig, sitting outside among lit tiki lamps under the evening sky. Exchanging “I love you’s” and affectionate looks, we finished one of our last evenings on vacation together. She is amazing, and I love her, but I still feel this raging impulse that maybe there is more out there that I need to explore.

Strolling home on the beach, we walked along the very shoreline where Farah and I had left our glowing footsteps only  a night ago. In my mind, I can almost see us running on the beach as we unleashed our dreams, a night never to be relived except in my memory, and a secret that I can’t ever share with anyone.

Once we got home, Sarah showered off as I cracked open the drinks. I practically had to force it on her because she wasn’t quite in the mood for it. I opened the shower door and handed her one of my special cocktails and admired the water dripping down the curve of her back onto her chiseled butt. I would have taken her right then, but I wanted to save up for later. If only she knew what I was thinking as she took the drink from me. Thank goodness for secret spots that can never be reached by physical means!

As Sarah got out of the shower, I texted Farah back about the timing of our meet-up. We are trying to get together earlier tonight to spend more time together. I hate feeling unsettled, but I felt like I was just watching my watch with Sarah tonight- just biding time until I can step out, rather than savoring what was actually a phenomenal day together! Still, I pressed Sarah to drink. Even I began to feel the effects of the alcohol until finally Sarah seemed relaxed. Our conversations ceased and Sarah drifted off to sleep next to me as I stared at the wall. And I waited…and waited. I could hear the second hand on the clock tick each second by second. It seemed forever until I felt safe leaving, but finally I rolled out and closed the door behind me quietly. I didn’t see Sarah’s eye open on me as I left….

Everything was a blur tonight.

I ran quickly on the beach to find Farah at our meeting spot from last night. She was wearing a colored beach dress that flowed in the wind. We began kissing as soon as our hands touched. Like miscreants, we quickly looked around after a few minutes, and realizing no one was around, we continued until we were both out of breath. The feel of her soft hands on my back was tantalizing. Finally I was able to muster up the courage to get us to walk to the motel that I had rented a room at earlier in the day. A bit on the cheap side, the room had character. Greenish shag-type carpeting covered the ground, sticking bits of sand to our feet as we walked in. The room had a hint of stale cigarette scent to it, but that was soon overshadowed by the weed that Farah lit up as soon as we got in. I had placed some drinks for us as well, so I quickly got some ice from a vending machine and poured out some margheritas for both of us. I was surprised at Farah smoking like that, but it turned me on, and I tried it to. Soon, I found myself drifting…relaxed…dreaming. Our conversations flowed and our bodies got more and more entwined as we spoke. This time, I was able to see Farah’s naked body in the dim light all perfectly carved and trim as we danced horizontally  together on the cottony sheets. I felt like I was floating in her as we kissed and held each other, and the night seemed to last forever, in a way that I never wanted an end to it.

When we finished, we were both soaked in sweat and in each other, breathing deeply, and staring into each other’s eyes. I wonder what you’re thinking? I wonder if we will ever be together again? Is this moment never again to occur in eternity? I think the weed has my melancholic side coming out. It was getting late, or should I say early? I pressed Farah’s soft, slightly sandy feet against my chest one more time as I returned in her for one last moment. Then it was over.

I will remember this room forever. A naked Farah reached out of the blinds to close the window just as some people walked by! I’m certain all they saw were her perfectly shaped breasts!

We walked silently on the beach, holding hands as we drifted back to our meeting place.

A last walk.

Looking up, I could see millions of stars staring down at us, slowly losing their shine in the bluish hue of the coming day on the edge of the ocean. No glowing tides or footsteps this time, just the silence in our minds and the occasional pounding of the ocean reminded us that reality was coming back. I looked at Farah as we stood under the pier with tears streaming down her cheek and kissed her face and lips gently. One last embrace, one last memory, and one last dream with each other – a moment only we shared together and never to be lived again. I love you.

-T.C.

What an exceptional day! I snuck into the room having washed off in the outside shower and climbed into bed next to Sarah, who still was in a deep slumber. Unaware I had ever left, Sarah rolled her arm over me as I slid next to her warm, smooth figure. A quick kiss on my back from her, and off to sleep I went.

I think I got three hours of sleep, but definitely enough to enjoy the day! Sarah and I started the day off with a breakfast at ‘Stak ’em High’ restaurant. It felt great to get a cup of coffee in me. As Sarah spoke about the various things, I could only wonder what Farah was up to? Either way, I worked on shifting my focus to Sarah for now. I wish I could tell her about the glowing tide. I wish Sarah could have seen the shooting stars and the glowing footprints on the sand from last night. It was an experience that I would have to lock away forever in my heart and mind. Only on this blog can I really put out my entire reality… It makes me think about all the couples who travel the world while together and experience so many great things in life; Do they burn all of that past with the photos and memorabilia when they separate and get divorced? Never again will those moments be spoken of. It seems such a shame. I guess you can’t really discuss an old  night time adventure with your new girlfriend.

Incredible blue water – what a day!

I enjoyed the rest of our day on the beach. An even wind kept us from overheating, while layers of suntan lotion kept us from burning. We explored various beaches throughout the day, staring out onto the ocean and watching beach combers explore for shells and goodies along the shoreline. Towards the late afternoon, Farah texted me, asking if we can meet up again late tonight. I quickly replied ‘Yes’. Who wouldn’t want a repeat of last night’s adventure. I was a bit tired, but it was worth it!

I made plans this time to finish up on a regular bed with Farah. I rented a room at a small motel nearby when I stepped out to grab a few quick items for dinner tonight. As for Sara, I planned on a similar scenario of heavy drinking and a little sedation! I felt bad that the evening again would be one that I could never speak of to anyone, but in my mind, it would hopefully be a night that I could dream about for years to come.

We ate at a local crab shack for dinner. Tons of butter on salty snow crabs, a lot of wine, and appetizers stuffed our bodies for an evening slumber. Once we got home, we sat on the porch, looking out over the ocean, and stared into the heavens. Holding hands as we drank steadily, Sarah opened up about her hopes that we could get married someday and bring our children here. It would be fun to watch them play in the sand and run in the breaking waves. I loved the concept, but all I could do was clam up during her entire conversation. I could tell by the way she toned down her speech that she realized I wasn’t quite there yet. Actually I do love the idea of small feet running around in the house and a settled life, but I keep getting drawn into this craziness of random excursions. Something inside me wasn’t quite right.

‘Lets try to meet at 1 A.M.’ Farah’s text read. I replied that we would meet at the Cienna motel nearby and go from there. She was quick to answer ‘purrfect..xoxoxo..’ Now my clock was ticking. I began to encourage Sarah with shots of Tequila. With lots of affection and hugging, we poured down a fifth. I could see the redness in Sarah’s eyes as she slowly drifted off…

-T.C.

It is a warm, moon-lit night, with no breeze, and not a sound except for my footsteps in the high grass near the sand dunes. Sarah was completely knocked out. She had drank heavily and took a sleeping pill earlier that evening. She didn’t even move when I got up. Her naked body had laid limp on her pillow, with her tanned leg and foot protruding out onto the covers. I kissed her cheek as I put on my shorts and shirt. Still no movement. I am free…

I walked about 10 minutes to the pier where I saw the lit end of a cigarette near the water. It was Farah, waiting for me, in her bikini, covered over by a colorful shawl. Her friend had stayed at home asleep. We hugged as soon as we met up. I was surprised that she was so free in kissing me at that very moment, but I certainly didn’t mind! I got a bit hard as our waists rubbed together, and even harder when her hand drifted over my pants.

After what seemed like a long time of kissing and exploring each other, we began walking down the beach. I had a bag of drinks and a small blanket with me so we could enjoy our time. Even in the dark, I could see her completely athletic, tight figure showing each of it’s incredibly young, finer points. No question about her long, flowing black hair being an incredible attribute to her sexy curves.

We spoke quite a bit as we walked along, finally sitting down and setting out the blanket to stare at the stars and each other. She was clearly excited, laughing easily, and frequently grabbing my hand, arm, and side at every excuse. Seeing her being at ease made me reciprocate in kind. It was a phenomenal night, the sky was lit up with a hazy glow of stars and galaxies beyond, occasionally providing a mysterious shooting star for our further entertainment. We poured drinks as she smoked, held hands, and occasionally kissed as she spoke about her passions and dreams. I listened quietly, watching the moon reflect off her sumptuous lips as she spoke.

Mr. Crab got a great show of Farah and myself!

Farah was definitely young and naive but full of all sorts of hopes and dreams. Her best friend and side-kick, Jessica, stayed back at their rental to keep Farah’s parents suspicions low. Her father was a pilot and her mother was a secretary at a bank in New York City. Farah had traveled a lot with her parents, catching free flights to places I had only dreamed of going to.

Soon, we found each other wrapped around each other, with her laying on top me, grinding wildly, and it was near impossible to resist what came next. Reaching down deftly with her soft, perfect hand, Farah guided me into her….

The pier where we met – will always be a special place in my heart!

Clouds slowly drifted over the moon and stars after Farah and I finished…Only the sounds of our breath and the waves surrounded us.

It was getting much later in the night. I would guess it was 4 A.M. We had fallen asleep, naked under the moon and the slow-moving clouds. Tangled together with our legs and feet intertwined, we slept. Who knows if we were spotted, but with Farah’s knockout body, if we were seen, anyone would be jealous! She is beautiful. Slowly, we got up, noticing the waves were glowing with each break! Green and bright, the waves and ocean seemed to light up. We quickly put on our bathing suits and ran on the beach, nearly stepping on numerous racing ghost crabs as we went. Our foot prints were also glowing green as we ran along the breaking waves as if they were chasing us. It was an amazing display in the middle of the night. We both stopped and looked over the ocean, now lit up from the green, glowing hue, and held each other’s hand.  It felt like time stopped. I only wish it could, so I could explore a life with Farah, just to see where it would go.

Just then, Farah opened up, telling me that she had an amazing night, but that she has a boyfriend with whom she has been with for a while. She went on to tell me that she loved him, but that  he was a bit older and was more of a practical sort with a realist flare. A bit of a wet blanket, as she put it. He would never do something like this, she told me. She kissed me and then asked that we start heading back. “I’m certain you are here with someone special to you as well, but maybe we can live the dreams that let us grow by keeping together, even if only occasionally,” she said. I nodded to that, and I’m certain she understood. We weren’t going to discuss our mundane existences with each other, but only live vicariously through our dreams with each other!

An incredible, mind-blowing night!

-T.C.

Another blissful day at the beach! Great weather and a passing thunderstorm couldn’t add more to my perfect vacation with Sarah so far. I haven’t responded to Angela’s text messages yet, even though she has sent me twenty more, it seems. They all seem frantically written, which makes me not want to answer them, or for that matter, even read them. I did call Cherise when I had a chance to step away from Sarah. We had a sweet, but short conversation. Yes, I’m hard at work I told her. She had no reason to believe otherwise. One thing that did cross my mind was that I needed to wear a lot of sunblock because I can’t have a tan when I return home! That would lead to a lot of questioning.

Sarah Loves walking on the beach!

The waves were incredible today, and I was able to get in a bit of surfing while Sarah walked the shore.

Waves starting to build

The water color is incredible!

For tonight, Sarah and I kicked back at a local restaurant and went through a ton of crabs – snow crabs and blue’s – they all rock! I definitely drank more than my usual amount, but the results were superb! When we got back to the rental, Sarah and I went nuts on each other, our session of sex lasted hours, it seemed. At the end of the day, I knew this would be a memory we would hold together forever. Sarah and I know each other so well, and everything feels so comfortable when we are together.

Dinner and endless drinks! No responsibilities!

Crabs and more crabs. Love being with Sarah. Live for the moment! Forever!

I rolled over in bed tonight with Sarah at my back and took a deep breath at the sound of the rolling ocean waves in the deep night. All is so perfect in this moment….

-T.C.

Lovin’ the day with Sarah! It has been refreshing. The weather has been perfect for the beach – no rain, blue skies, and no work! We were quick to settle down at the rental, which is beachside. No bad weather predicted in the forecast at all! Sarah has been sweet and cuddly with me, and I have been reciprocating the same emotions with her. As soon as we settled down, Sarah quickly got down to business with me, sliding off my pants and going wild. Blissful at worst!

Later today, we had a walk on the beach by the surf. I love watching the ghost crabs scurrying along the shoreline. I also love watching all the fresh bodies of the college girls, basking on the beach in small communities. If I were alone, I could imagine trying to hook up with them, but I know it would be near impossible even if that were the case. The girls on this beach were all huddled like defensive water buffalo on the lookout for predators, such as myself! Any attempt at a break-in and I’m certain I’d be handed a quick stomping! 🙂

When we got back, I had several texts on my phone from Angela and Cherise. Cherise’ texts were simple ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss your body!’ while Angela’s texts were more serious. ‘Where are you, where have you been, and we need to talk…it’s urgent!’ all in quick succession. Again, stress from the outside world poking through into my serenity. I guess I made my bed, and I gotta sleep in it.

Sarah was laying on the bed, complaining of some female-parts irritation and discharge. I would have blown it off entirely except for the fact that I was having some burning when I peed also. I was a bit worried that I may have something…..

I broke off to calling a prescription to a local pharmacy to cover us for STD’s. I snuck off a bit later to get the antibiotics, took the dose of azithromycin and ciprofloxacin myself, and slipped the other dose into Sarah’s Coke. She never noticed. Problem solved.

I love beach burgers.

Our beach house rental! Front and center right on the beach! Gotta love it!

-T.C.

I was so glad to be on the road back home after all the drama with Cherise. I had left her a fair amount of cash to help her along until my next visit. I miss the stability of Sarah, but the unpredictable fun I had with Cherise seemed to draw me right in. Now I’m hooked. And the sex is just amazing! Of course, any sex is just amazing, but she really blows my socks off.

I high-tailed it home this morning after work, clearing the 200 miles back as fast as I could and ran right into Sarah’s arms when I got home. I was ready for my home, and it’s woody and fresh-paint scent sedated me the moment I got in. Sarah and I embraced forever it seemed, holding and rubbing each other until we finally gave into our usual sexual foray, this time on the couch. I was a stranger to her, she said when I came in the house. She insinuated she wanted some time to reacquaint herself with me before we plunged into a session of intimacy. It was less than five minutes, I guess, before she reacquainted herself with me!

I was going to be off for the next several days, so Sarah and I had planned on a little beach trip. I could hardly wait to head off, so I minimized my morning nap and packed quickly. I love the drive to the beach…it’s so relaxing. Anyway I needed some time to clear my head.

I love the drive to the beach!

I had to shake Cherise violently to get her to even move her eyelids barely a smidgeon. Even though the lighting was dim, I could clearly see a blue tint to her lips. I thought about calling 911 but I decided to wait and watch her. Over the next hours, as I nodded off periodically from exhaustion, I kept an eye on Cherise until finally she seemed to be in a safer situation. I was worried and angry all at the same time. She seemed so sweet and intact, I never could have guessed she had any issues!

I fell asleep next to her and laid comatose along with her until late afternoon. I awakened earlier than I wanted too because I was so stressed about her. Even though my intentions were not necessarily long-term with her, I felt somehow that I needed to help her out. I wanted to help her, and I don’t know why. It isn’t just for sex, but rather I can see the good in her. She has a great attitude and is friendly with everyone. She never seems to pass judgement on people around her, and I find that everyone is attracted to her personality as well as her looks. That makes her issues even more perplexing to me.

As I thought about all this, I realized that somehow I am attracted to the drama of all of this and to the dark side of bad behavior. After all, here I am, cheating on Sarah and on everyone else that I know.

I decided not to say anything to Cherise when she got up. I think she knew that I had figured some things out but wasn’t certain to what extent. We didn’t have much time left before my next shift since she had slept for so long. She made a quick dinner for us and off I went. I gave her a few hundred dollars in cash so she wouldn’t get herself into a bad situation.

My last shift on this stretch here was reasonable – not too slow and not overwhelming. We had our usual assortment of denigrates as well as some very nice country folk. I am surprised by the number of eighty year olds who drink heavily at home and fall. As pleasant as they can be, most deny having drank much despite our test results showing that they had. I don’t bother to say much since it’s impossible to treat someone who denies they are ill.For tonight, one patient who was in her nineties fell on the steps. She had cut her nose and broken it as well. I could see through her nasal cartilage into her nasal passages, which were filled with oozing, thick blood. She kept blowing her nose and wiping it on her shirt.She wanted to shake my hand when I came in the room, but I didn’t reciprocate and shake her bloody hand!

-T.C.