Rhuth
Feb 15, 2007, 9:40 PM
It has been ages since I have posted because my life has turned upside down, and I am at a loss for how to explain it. It has been so long, that there has probably been a turnover, and most of you do not remember me. I have not updated my profile yet because I do not know who I am becoming yet. I have missed you all terribly, and decided to vent to you in the forums tonight. I apologize for the length. It was mostly therapeutic for myself. For the newer people… Hi! I’m Rhuth… Don’t mind me, I’m long winded. :bigrin:
I have always had an active imagination. My imaginary world is not always exciting. Sometimes it is a mundane conversation with someone I wish I could be talking to. It might be why I pick up languages well. I can practice all the time because there is always someone to talk to in my head. I am aware of when I am imagining actions or conversations, and I never mix them up with real life actions or conversations.
I have been having marital problems lately. The fact that men are off limits for me has been augmented to include friendships. Making them such forbidden fruit has turned sexual fantasies with men my main escape in my head. There is this one guy who became my favorite fantasy.
This guy saved my husband’s career on more than one occasion. In the last company, he was the director of my husband’s division. When we had a rough spot, he told my husband to take me out to the city and expense the weekend to him. We spent as much as we thought we could, but when we came back, he said, “That’s all you spent?” At this guy’s farewell party at the last company, I told him “Wherever you are going, take him with you!” while I was pointing to my husband. He created a position for my husband at the new company, and my husband is working there still.
This guy entertained my fantasy world back then on occasion. No more than other guys, and probably less than girls. Once I started having marital problems though, another incident turned him into my favorite. I was at the company gym, talking to my trainer about my recent weight loss. My neighbor did not recognize me, and I was commenting that this was my favorite compliment so far. Then I realized this guy was sitting nearby us in the lobby. I said…
“Oh Hi! I didn’t recognize you there!”
“I didn’t recognize you either because you are so skinny now!”
“Ha ha! Oh, you get kudos for that one! Well timed!”
“I could get myself in trouble with you.”
I am pretty sure my mouth went open as I was in stunned silence at that one. Did a guy I had been fantasizing about sex with just say that? I think my trainer was trying to get me up and start my workout at this point, but I was too stunned to move. Then he said…
“I’d take you and…”
At this point I am screaming at myself in my head to say something. Anything. I think I said “Oh you bad boy!” and went off with my trainer.
Men are off limits to me while my husband has my permission to date women and hire escorts. This guy is hot, single, and my husband’s boss’s boss’s boss. How much more off limits could you get? I loved the way it messed with my head, and thoroughly enjoyed the fantasies.
Then he got promoted away from being in my husband’s division. He was no longer in a position of power over my husband. I became obsessed. I can no longer rationalize how my imaginary world was healthy anymore.
I had no intention of ever leaving my husband, but I had never experienced another man. I lost my virginity on my wedding night, and now I wanted to see what I was missing. I wanted a one-night-stand. Maybe as much as an affair… A standing Wednesday night appointment? None of these desires seems to justify hurting my children by destroying a marriage, but if I could just have this one thing, maybe I could go back to my husband and function without resentment towards my husband’s need to be controlling.
So I finally tried. At first I tried an email calling myself a secret admirer who wanted to know if he would be up for secretive amoral sex. His immediate reaction was that I was some of his friends playing a prank. So, I gave him my name and cell number. He did not recognize either my name or my voice, so I had to mention my husband’s name for him to figure out who I was. “Oh! Well, aren’t you sweet!”
Sh@#. I haven’t heard that turn down used by anyone since Jr. High.
He managed to talk me through a gentler rejection while I divulged much more information than my husband would ever want a valuable business contact to know. He promised to pretend I never sent the email, and has avoided contact with me since.
Okay. Well, maybe now that he has rejected me, I can stop obsessing over him. Delete the pictures found on the web. Try to fantasize about my old standbys. Give my girlfriends the attention they deserve. No dice. It just hurts more.
The men that I know are willing and live on the west coast would not be able to keep it secret. I found a guy in the area outside my friend group online. I must have been acting too desperate, because he stood me up for just phone sex.
Okay. When bi-curious girls get too desperate I always advise them to go pay for it so they don’t trample on some girl’s heart. Obviously this is what I should have done from the start, right? At this point a life threatening STD doesn’t look so bad, and a condom might save me from it. How hard can it be to find a male escort willing to service a woman for a change?
Apparently it’s pretty darned hard! I must look like a cop or something. Even the ones that claimed to be straight would not take me seriously.
My first experience with a woman was a good friend who thought my husband’s and my arrangement did not sound fair. She is one of those beautiful model types who have whole gaggles of men following her around. She offered me some of her cast offs, and I refused at the time. I was indignant at the suggestion and felt self righteous in being completely open and honest with my husband and never crossing what he felt comfortable with. I called her up again recently and took her out to lunch to ask her if I could take her up on the offer she made so many years ago.
At first she said yes, but then she asked why. When I gave her the details of the rough times my marriage was going through, she decided it was not a good idea to seek freedom by sleeping around. She suggested finding freedom in other ways. She made me face my problems in a way I was always able to avoid by retreating to my imaginary world. For the first time since all this started, I balled my eyes out.
But this was in a crowded restaurant, so she got up to find the check so she could take me somewhere else to cry. While she was gone, someone else brought the check to the table. Between sobs I started to get my wallet out of my purse. The guy who brought the check looked at me with concern and asked if there was anything he could do for me. I really hesitated. I was really close to saying “You’re a man… will you f@#k me?” But I didn’t. I just said I needed a place to go cry. He turned out to be the owner of the place, and said we didn’t have to pay the bill. I suppose it is a good thing I didn’t say it then. The owner of the place would probably have kicked the sicko lady out for proposing sex.
So, I got a job. I go out with the girls. I sleep with the girls. I am doing everything within what my husband is comfortable with to claim my freedom that I can think of. I try to control my imaginary world to at least exclude my favorite fantasy fodder. I am really trying.
But I can’t seem to get him out of my head, and I can’t seem to get over the hurt of his rejection. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. I spent the day surprising everyone with special thoughts and tokens. Everyone was appreciative, but no one did the same for me. I accidentally ran into a different guy I was disallowed friendship with, and the uncomfortable unwanted avoidance of each other hurt us both. I went home, searched for my favorite fantasy fodder’s picture on the web again, and masturbated to it for the first time since he rejected me.
Will this slip make it take longer for the aching pain to stop? :(
I have always had an active imagination. My imaginary world is not always exciting. Sometimes it is a mundane conversation with someone I wish I could be talking to. It might be why I pick up languages well. I can practice all the time because there is always someone to talk to in my head. I am aware of when I am imagining actions or conversations, and I never mix them up with real life actions or conversations.
I have been having marital problems lately. The fact that men are off limits for me has been augmented to include friendships. Making them such forbidden fruit has turned sexual fantasies with men my main escape in my head. There is this one guy who became my favorite fantasy.
This guy saved my husband’s career on more than one occasion. In the last company, he was the director of my husband’s division. When we had a rough spot, he told my husband to take me out to the city and expense the weekend to him. We spent as much as we thought we could, but when we came back, he said, “That’s all you spent?” At this guy’s farewell party at the last company, I told him “Wherever you are going, take him with you!” while I was pointing to my husband. He created a position for my husband at the new company, and my husband is working there still.
This guy entertained my fantasy world back then on occasion. No more than other guys, and probably less than girls. Once I started having marital problems though, another incident turned him into my favorite. I was at the company gym, talking to my trainer about my recent weight loss. My neighbor did not recognize me, and I was commenting that this was my favorite compliment so far. Then I realized this guy was sitting nearby us in the lobby. I said…
“Oh Hi! I didn’t recognize you there!”
“I didn’t recognize you either because you are so skinny now!”
“Ha ha! Oh, you get kudos for that one! Well timed!”
“I could get myself in trouble with you.”
I am pretty sure my mouth went open as I was in stunned silence at that one. Did a guy I had been fantasizing about sex with just say that? I think my trainer was trying to get me up and start my workout at this point, but I was too stunned to move. Then he said…
“I’d take you and…”
At this point I am screaming at myself in my head to say something. Anything. I think I said “Oh you bad boy!” and went off with my trainer.
Men are off limits to me while my husband has my permission to date women and hire escorts. This guy is hot, single, and my husband’s boss’s boss’s boss. How much more off limits could you get? I loved the way it messed with my head, and thoroughly enjoyed the fantasies.
Then he got promoted away from being in my husband’s division. He was no longer in a position of power over my husband. I became obsessed. I can no longer rationalize how my imaginary world was healthy anymore.
I had no intention of ever leaving my husband, but I had never experienced another man. I lost my virginity on my wedding night, and now I wanted to see what I was missing. I wanted a one-night-stand. Maybe as much as an affair… A standing Wednesday night appointment? None of these desires seems to justify hurting my children by destroying a marriage, but if I could just have this one thing, maybe I could go back to my husband and function without resentment towards my husband’s need to be controlling.
So I finally tried. At first I tried an email calling myself a secret admirer who wanted to know if he would be up for secretive amoral sex. His immediate reaction was that I was some of his friends playing a prank. So, I gave him my name and cell number. He did not recognize either my name or my voice, so I had to mention my husband’s name for him to figure out who I was. “Oh! Well, aren’t you sweet!”
Sh@#. I haven’t heard that turn down used by anyone since Jr. High.
He managed to talk me through a gentler rejection while I divulged much more information than my husband would ever want a valuable business contact to know. He promised to pretend I never sent the email, and has avoided contact with me since.
Okay. Well, maybe now that he has rejected me, I can stop obsessing over him. Delete the pictures found on the web. Try to fantasize about my old standbys. Give my girlfriends the attention they deserve. No dice. It just hurts more.
The men that I know are willing and live on the west coast would not be able to keep it secret. I found a guy in the area outside my friend group online. I must have been acting too desperate, because he stood me up for just phone sex.
Okay. When bi-curious girls get too desperate I always advise them to go pay for it so they don’t trample on some girl’s heart. Obviously this is what I should have done from the start, right? At this point a life threatening STD doesn’t look so bad, and a condom might save me from it. How hard can it be to find a male escort willing to service a woman for a change?
Apparently it’s pretty darned hard! I must look like a cop or something. Even the ones that claimed to be straight would not take me seriously.
My first experience with a woman was a good friend who thought my husband’s and my arrangement did not sound fair. She is one of those beautiful model types who have whole gaggles of men following her around. She offered me some of her cast offs, and I refused at the time. I was indignant at the suggestion and felt self righteous in being completely open and honest with my husband and never crossing what he felt comfortable with. I called her up again recently and took her out to lunch to ask her if I could take her up on the offer she made so many years ago.
At first she said yes, but then she asked why. When I gave her the details of the rough times my marriage was going through, she decided it was not a good idea to seek freedom by sleeping around. She suggested finding freedom in other ways. She made me face my problems in a way I was always able to avoid by retreating to my imaginary world. For the first time since all this started, I balled my eyes out.
But this was in a crowded restaurant, so she got up to find the check so she could take me somewhere else to cry. While she was gone, someone else brought the check to the table. Between sobs I started to get my wallet out of my purse. The guy who brought the check looked at me with concern and asked if there was anything he could do for me. I really hesitated. I was really close to saying “You’re a man… will you f@#k me?” But I didn’t. I just said I needed a place to go cry. He turned out to be the owner of the place, and said we didn’t have to pay the bill. I suppose it is a good thing I didn’t say it then. The owner of the place would probably have kicked the sicko lady out for proposing sex.
So, I got a job. I go out with the girls. I sleep with the girls. I am doing everything within what my husband is comfortable with to claim my freedom that I can think of. I try to control my imaginary world to at least exclude my favorite fantasy fodder. I am really trying.
But I can’t seem to get him out of my head, and I can’t seem to get over the hurt of his rejection. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. I spent the day surprising everyone with special thoughts and tokens. Everyone was appreciative, but no one did the same for me. I accidentally ran into a different guy I was disallowed friendship with, and the uncomfortable unwanted avoidance of each other hurt us both. I went home, searched for my favorite fantasy fodder’s picture on the web again, and masturbated to it for the first time since he rejected me.
Will this slip make it take longer for the aching pain to stop? :(