Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
It doesn't matter who she is married to --she is gay. This was her way of trying to change your relationship to a sexual one. There was nothing you could have done to save the friendship. Funnily enough, your secret is my fantasy. I was approached several times by women I did not know and rejected them. But in this scenario I surely would have taken the plunge.
Sexuality is rarely that straight forward.
LOL!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote: There has never been a female member of the joint chiefs of staff.
Not true according to the Joint Chiefs of Staff Website.
Anonymous wrote:We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
This post is incredibly weird in that it is obviously intended to "out" the other woman without directly doing so. What is the purpose of mentioning that the woman attended a "small woman's college in VA" or was a "member of the joint chiefs of staff for a republican president?" Those facts have no relevance to the story.
We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
Anonymous wrote: There has never been a female member of the joint chiefs of staff.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
It doesn't matter who she is married to --she is gay. This was her way of trying to change your relationship to a sexual one. There was nothing you could have done to save the friendship. Funnily enough, your secret is my fantasy. I was approached several times by women I did not know and rejected them. But in this scenario I surely would have taken the plunge.
Sexuality is rarely that straight forward.
Anonymous wrote:I was a bully in my early teens. No one stopped me. Now I feel like I need a therapy. I am ashamed and hate myself every time I think of what they had felt.
At the end, I am a good person, parent, spouse, and daughter. Just wish I had been a better kid.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
It doesn't matter who she is married to --she is gay. This was her way of trying to change your relationship to a sexual one. There was nothing you could have done to save the friendship. Funnily enough, your secret is my fantasy. I was approached several times by women I did not know and rejected them. But in this scenario I surely would have taken the plunge.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
It doesn't matter who she is married to --she is gay. This was her way of trying to change your relationship to a sexual one. There was nothing you could have done to save the friendship. Funnily enough, your secret is my fantasy. I was approached several times by women I did not know and rejected them. But in this scenario I surely would have taken the plunge.
Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
Did the experience make you interested in the other team?