There she was...
in full living color. Her description lured me in and I sent her an e-mail. She gave me her e-mail and IM and the dance began. It started quite slowly at first, but quickly picked up pace.
She asked me pretty quickly if I was single. I stated that I was not. This didn't completely scare her away as we seemed to have alot in common. I probably should have stopped there but a few pictures back and forth and we were going full tilt.
Her pictures were intoxicatingly beautiful and artistic. Turns out she is a photographer who had her own erotic art website. Even though nothing she sent was even the least bit pornographic, it did leave you wanting more. Unfortunately it would eventually leave me wanting alot more when there was no more to be had.
I should have stopped there, but I didn't. I showed her ever side of my emotions, something that I normally don't do. I was selling myself in every way I knew possible. She did eventually ask if I was married. I replied that I had a live-in girlfriend, which of course was a big mistake. This was something that I thought she would accept, being married was not.
We eventually talked on the phone when my wife was out of town. The first night was an almost five hour conversation. The next night was a repeat performance. We both talked on the phone and drank wine. From that point on, until it all came came crashing down, there was not a day that went by that I did not talk to her.
I was in about as deep as I could go, or so I thought...
4:10:45 PM 
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