Do I call you Miss? Or considering the site it might make more sense to call you a Mrs. Either way, my name is Angie and I am writing to tell you about an amazing afternoon that I had in Cuba. My husband is an accountant and that spark I had seen in him that had caught my attention before I married him has been crushed out by going to the office every day for five years now. Our daughter is the one pride we both share and even though I still love my husband as a companion there hasn’t been any attraction for a very long time. I don’t want to be taken the wrong way. I’ve paid my dues when it comes to marriage and for a long time I was determined to live with only my right hand and some toys that I had bought in secret.
But a girl has needs…
I joined your site on a whim. I just wanted to flirt a bit and feel sexy. I wanted to talk to some real men who would want me in ways that my husband didn’t and if nothing else I wanted some imagination aids for when I had some more… me time. The response was beyond what I could have ever dreamed of. I wasn’t expecting much. I had tried other dating sites and at best I would get a lot of perverts spamming pictures of their junk and at worst, no response at all. But on your site I finally found what I was looking for. The men were charming and polite. They knew what they were looking for and weren’t afraid to be up front about it. I’m naturally a direct person and sometimes this puts people off, but on your site the men seemed to enjoy that. Maybe they’d been jerked around too much by passive aggressive wives or something.
So I met this fireman. His name was Rob and from the pictures I saw he was gorgeous. You know those firemen you see in the calendars or in the movies? Rob was straight out of those wet dreams and more than that, he was funny. We could talk for hours and even though our schedules for meeting up never worked out, it didn’t matter too much. I just liked talking to him and would talk to some other guys on the side as well. Some worked out, some didn’t, but I always ended up coming back to Rob so we could talk more.
Things at home were getting bad. Not that he was ever harsh or that he hit me. My husband isn’t that type of man, but he would sit in front of the television and zone out. Cosmo said by some sexy underwear and I did, but it only caught his attention long enough for me to ride him cowgirl style during commercials.
My friend Melissa saw how things were going and was the first one to suggest a trip. Sun, all you can drink and a chance to reclaim some of those sexual feelings. So we booked a flight to Varadero, Cuba. One of those all inclusive deals where you could drink and party to your heart’s content. I kissed my daughter goodbye and the instant I put my sunglasses on and stepped onto that airplane I could feel a change. This was going to be good. I could tell.
Compared to Toronto in the winter, Cuba’s winter months are like a paradise and Lissa was a godsend to me on this vacation. She let me go wild on my first couple nights and had even brought these cute little inflatable rings for us to float around in.
We were toward the end of our vacation when I ran into him on the beach. Rob. All the way in sunny Cuba. He had heard me talking about my vacation that he had flown down to Havana for the weekend. It was a cheap plane ride and well worth the trouble to him he told me later and I could barely contain myself. He looked even better in real life than he did in his pictures and I introduced him to Lissa, but…. It wasn’t long until we were headed back to my room for some afternoon aerobics. Lissa graciously agreed to stay on the beach and I went back with my real life fireman who just…
We made use of every available space in that room and I lost count of the number of times that we went at it. Five I think, but it lasted for hours and every time I thought I’d finally worn him out I would feel him poking me again and I don’t think I’ve ever felt that content or beautiful or wanted in my entire life. Lissa said that when she came back into the room that our beds (which had at one point been a good distance apart) had somehow been nudged over by the force of Rob’s…. force.
We stopped talking once back in Toronto. You know that whole what happens in Cuba stays in Cuba deal, but we both got what we needed from the experience.
I’ve got more energy than I’ve had in years now and I am so happy that I was dragged out of my funk.
So since I can thank Melissa in person, I’ve written this letter to thank you. There are people who say that the website is immoral or any of that crap, but I really think I would have lost my mind without it.