. Angel is the chief financial officer for a large acquisitions firm a couple of states away from where I live and married to chef Eric, the love of her life.
My partner and the love of my life is Tess. You'll learn more about her as we go, as this current narrative covers the process of giving up Angel and finding Tess. It is really just a recounting of milestones and changes along the way; and while definitely a sexual journey, it's also an emotional journey. Putting it all out on the page has changed my view of it all in both positive and negative ways. I've had to come to grips with regrets I thought I had already healed, but I also got to relive a whole lot of extraordinarily exciting and orgasmic experiences.
That said, be warned that I am free with my language. I can speak like a lady, because I am a lady, but that doesn't mean I'm adverse to the fuckwords. Expect me to talk about my pussy and things I like to do with it. Expect me to describe a whole lot of fucking. There is also a fair amount of anal content, though none of it involves my particular rear end. If you're not comfortable with these things and
especially
if you're not comfortable with bisexuality, then this probably won't be your cup of tea. There is a whole lot of pussy in this chronicle, but a few memorable cocks also make the text. I am, if nothing else, well rounded. You can interpret that however you want.
I also use the word "hetero" rather than "straight" and "gay" rather than "homo". It's just a preference of mine. As I have lived most of my life as a bisexual person, and lately in a committed "lesbian-passing" relationship, I have learned that language around sexuality and gender is important. It's also as varied as the people who use it. The most widely accepted term for those of us in the LGBTQ+ community is inclusively "queer", but I also grew up in the time when that was a serious pejorative term. I haven't yet embraced using that term for myself. However as I move through my forties toward the inevitable five-oh, I realize that being considered "queer" at fifty might just mean that a wizard and a bunch of dwarves might show up on my doorstep and invite me on an adventure.
If you get that, we can certainly be friends. I like the idea of tear-assing across Middle Earth on a Yamaha R6... though perhaps a KTM would be more appropriate. Enough -- I digress in my nerdishness.
Other people that appear in this narrative may have had their names changed as it suited me to obscure them. If I put too many details too close together it makes finding these very real people too easy in the internet age, and I don't want to do that to them.
I hope you like this continuation. I hope you feel it in your hearts and in your underwear. Nothing would make me happier.
-- Elain
