Hi, my name is Frank Knight; I am 40, divorced and very happy in my life, I got divorced 19 years ago or so, I thought I had met my dream woman, but after we had wed, I realised I had met and married a fucking dragon!
So one night I packed my bags and just left. I went home to my parent's house clear across the country. I had been married less than 6 months and it was a nightmare, I couldn't do enough for her, buy enough for her, or earn enough for her.
God help whoever she ended up with, I never saw her again, I'd left a note to tell her to divorce me, no contest, and send any paperwork, and costs to my parent's house.
Since then I have made something of my life, I don't know why, but I was always interested in stocks and shares.
So when I got myself sorted out, into work and earning again, I started buying small amounts of shares etc whenever I could afford it.
I built up a nice little portfolio over the years, and because of cute selling and buying I began to see real returns.
I was earning bigger and bigger pay offs, selling high, buying low, that sort of thing. I got lucky, I know that, but there ya go hey?
I took some hits too, but all in all, I did well. So well in fact, that I went into house buying to rent, and expanded my incomes in that direction.
And now 20 years on I am more than very well off, my money is secure, I still dabble in the shares etc, but I don't use my own money now, I don't risk a penny.
And I still make a bob or two as well.
I am a member of every exclusive club there is around me. And casino's etc, where I am prepared to lose, but only what I take into it, and never go over the limit, and it's also a great place to meet women, single or otherwise.
Like I said, I am 40 now, never remarried and don't intend to either, once was enough for me.
I have had plenty of girlfriends, long time ones, and short term ones. But as soon as they get serious, I tell them, sorry, but I won't be ever getting attached. So if they want to carry on, okay, but there won't be wedding belles, or sharing of lives, that sort of thing.
And one thing I never wanted, nor intended having, was children. It just wasn't me; I have no interest in that.
I aren't nasty with it, I just tell them gently, that there is no future with me, certainly not in that direction.
I don't mind who I go out with, or where I get my sex from, married, divorced, widows, single women. If they have children or not in there lives, it doesn't matter to me.
I love sex and I love women, but I don't, and won't ask a woman out who doesn't meet my criteria. All that is, is she has to be attractive to me. I don't just go looking for sex, I like a relationship of sorts, and if she is beautiful all the better.
I've met some married beauty's, some of whom have wanted to leave their husbands for me. But that is a complete no no.
That's just what I don't want at all.
I don't care what age they are either, 18 year olds, or 50 year olds, if they fit the bill, they are in! Lol.
I love the younger ones for their enthusiasm, they want it all over the place, and I do my best to accommodate them.
My last 18 year old was the daughter of a friend of mine; she was a long haired blonde beauty. What a wild time I had with her, she couldn't get enough of me, she loves older men.
I taught her to take it every where; she had had sex before, she wasn't a virgin. But never given a blow job, or even had it up her arse, not until she met me anyway.
I taught her all she knows now, ha ha ha ha ha.
Now she loves it always, but I don't see her much now because she has gone to uni!
I go abroad a lot on holidays when ever I feel like it, I can go anywhere I want 1st class. Sometimes I take someone with me, but I also like to find my own lovers wherever I happen to be.
Especially in the Caribbean, those dusky beauties are something else for sure. Their soft dark skin is something to behold, I love them.
Fucking hell! I'm getting all maudlin here, reminiscing. Might have to have a trip back soon?
I am 6ft 3" tall, don't smoke, don't drink a lot, but I have been known to on the right occasions.
Keep myself fairly fit, got all my hair and teeth still, my hair is a little grey at the sides now, but I'm told it makes me look distinguished.
And more to the point for me, just about all the women I have loved, have told me my prick is special, big, but not too big, thick where it matters, good foreskin, and I know how to use it too.
I have always always, tried to make sure my woman has got what she wants before I have, although sometimes excitement has got the better of me, I must admit.
So now on to the meat of my story.
I was sat at home one night, when the phone rang.
On answering it, I was asked by a male voice, if I was Frank Knight, formerly of the city where I had lived.
'I am,' I said. (A song there?)
'Were you married to a lady called Sarah back then?'
'Yes I was, but we divorced along time ago, is there something wrong, who are you?' I asked.
'Well sir,' I may have a surprise for you?'
Now I was concerned, who was this? I wondered.
'My name is Jonathon Frank Knight, I believe I am your son, but I don't think you knew about me. I was born apparently, about 6 months after you left my mother, without ever knowing she was pregnant with me.'
It's a good job I was sat down, or I would have fallen over, such was the shock of his revelation!
Stunned? I was almost struck dumb!
Eventually, I managed to croak.
'Are you sure about this?'
'What do you want?'
'I'm sorry,' he said, 'this must be a great shock to you?'
'You can say that again,' I said.
The very thing I had always avoided had visited itself on me. I had a son, a fucking son, and I never knew about it.
'Well Jon, is it Jon?' I asked.
'Yes it is,' he replied.
'Jon, what can I do for you?' I asked, thinking that I could give him a wedge, settle things down etc.
'Well, nothing really, but I would like to meet you if I could?' he said hopefully.
'I don't know if that will be a good idea?'
'Do you think that it will be a good idea Jon?' I said.
'After all, you must be what, 20 years old, or there about?'
'Yes I am 20 now, and I have just got married, a month ago, and my new wife wants me to get in touch with you?'
'Does she now?' I said.
'Look Jon, let me think about things, get my head around this, it's a bit of a surprise you know?'
'Yes okay, no problem, I will call you tomorrow if that's okay?'
'Yes do that, tomorrow night?'
'Okay bye then.'
And I put the phone down.
I was struggling to get my thoughts straight.
I was glad for me, and a little sorry for him that he had missed out on me being there, but I still knew I would not have made a good father.
But what I could have done was provide for him financially at a distance.
But his mother had seen fit not to let me know, so I wasn't guilty of anything, and I certainly didn't feel guilty either.
The following night the phone rang at the same time, as the previous night. I had thought a lot about things, and decided that I didn't think meeting would be beneficial to him, or me.
But it wasn't him, it was a woman, with a voice like music, it sang to me, it was enchanting.
She introduced herself as Jon's wife, Alli, short for Allison.
Straight off she started calling me dad!
And before I could draw breath, she was inviting me over to meet them.
I stuttered and stammered, and tried to tell her I didn't think it would be a good idea.
But her beautiful voice killed that, I ended up agreeing to go, she understood my reticence and everything else.
When I got off the phone, I said to myself.
'What the fucking hell are you doing Frank, it won't go anywhere.'
So the following Friday morning I set off in my jag, and arrived at 3 in the afternoon.
I was met at the door by a vision, I was knocked out by her beauty, absolutely stunning can only describe her.
My mouth must have been wide open; I must have looked like fish out of water!
She laughed, and said to close it!
'I, I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, but I didn't expect you to be so, er so er beautiful.'
I was babbling like a fucking 16 year old, confronted by a beautiful older woman.
She laughed so wonderfully again, and said, 'yes, I do seem to get lots of stares.'
I apologised again, and went into her home.
If you know what Jessica Simpson looks like, the blonde American pop singer? Well Alli is better looking than her, a lot better.
The only thing different really was her hair, it was a gold honey blonde, but cut short to her neck, it missed her shoulders by about an inch.
She was about 5ft 6" and built like a goddess, everything was in line with her body, no bumps, lumps, knobbly knees, lumpy ankles.
She was smooth skinned, rounded, and fucking stunning, I don't think I have seen a more beautiful girl in my life, her face was so angelic. And I've seen a few beauties I can tell you, and I've had more than a few in my bed too!
I asked where Jon was.
She looked darkly at me, and said.
'Well, we didn't expect you until later, so he's gone to the pub for a drink!'
'He's gone to the pub? Oh okay, no problem,' I said.
But I was a little surprised, I have to confess.
'Would you like to go and meet him there?' Alli asked me.
'Er, no I don't think so Alli, that wouldn't be a good place to meet for the first time?' I said.
'No it wouldn't!' she said in an exasperated tone.
'So Alli,' I said, trying to change the subject, 'please, tell me all about you?'
'Well,' she said, 'I met Jon at uni, and he seemed so nice, we had a whirlwind affair, and 5 months later, here I am, married?'
Her soft lovely voice had a disconsolate tone to it.
She had said, 'seemed to be nice?'
'Can I say something?'
And before she could say yes, or no, I continued.
'You don't seem too enamoured about being here and married?'
'Well Mr Knight, Dad, you will see when he gets home?'