Straight Female / 38
I guess if there was a section for Regrets this would be where I would write this.
I am 38, divorced with a one year old child. I sell real estate and sometimes things go well but most of the time I barely make enough. The highest paying year for me I earned 83K, last year I earned 66K. Why regret?
I was showing houses to a man who wanted to buy a house for his little girl who just finished college. He had his list, size, rooms, location, he wanted that special house for his little girl. We looked at several properties, the prices were secondary, he was looking for the right house. I found him looking at me more than the houses. We went on several expeditions, and on the third one he gave me a necklace when we were looking at this house. He said he saw the necklace and he thought of me so he bought me the necklace. Simple, very fine work, 5K dollar necklace from Saks. I knew better but the necklace was just so nice that I accepted it as a nice gift.
When we got back to the kitchen of the house he put his arms on my shoulders and pushed himself against me trapping me against the island of the kitchen. Maybe a second or less than a second and he had his hands on my boobs and he was pressing himself hard against me so that I felt his erection against my behind. I got fucked in that house. Now everyone knows that as a realtor that is one of the things you are trained for, always keep your distance, always. But that time I did something I should never have done.
I went out with him, he bought a house for his little girl, he fucked me on the deck of his house overlooking the canyon below, he fucked me in his bed with the large picture window and the moon over the mountain, he fucked me in the kitchen, he fucked me everywhere in his house, every room including the bathroom. Six week he fucked me and then he got tired of me. I have the necklace, I ended up with my son, child support is no big deal to him, he pays it and never says anything negative about it. He sends me business, his little girl loves her house, a house no 23 year old should ever own much less live in.
I stand in my little kitchen with my baby in his playpen and I can feel his hands on my boobs and his hips against me, but he isn't there, it is just my imagination. I wear the necklace when I show houses, it is the nicest piece of jewelry I have, I feel it helps me sell houses but that is also my imagination.
I am 38, divorced with a one year old child. I sell real estate and sometimes things go well but most of the time I barely make enough. The highest paying year for me I earned 83K, last year I earned 66K. Why regret?
I was showing houses to a man who wanted to buy a house for his little girl who just finished college. He had his list, size, rooms, location, he wanted that special house for his little girl. We looked at several properties, the prices were secondary, he was looking for the right house. I found him looking at me more than the houses. We went on several expeditions, and on the third one he gave me a necklace when we were looking at this house. He said he saw the necklace and he thought of me so he bought me the necklace. Simple, very fine work, 5K dollar necklace from Saks. I knew better but the necklace was just so nice that I accepted it as a nice gift.
When we got back to the kitchen of the house he put his arms on my shoulders and pushed himself against me trapping me against the island of the kitchen. Maybe a second or less than a second and he had his hands on my boobs and he was pressing himself hard against me so that I felt his erection against my behind. I got fucked in that house. Now everyone knows that as a realtor that is one of the things you are trained for, always keep your distance, always. But that time I did something I should never have done.
I went out with him, he bought a house for his little girl, he fucked me on the deck of his house overlooking the canyon below, he fucked me in his bed with the large picture window and the moon over the mountain, he fucked me in the kitchen, he fucked me everywhere in his house, every room including the bathroom. Six week he fucked me and then he got tired of me. I have the necklace, I ended up with my son, child support is no big deal to him, he pays it and never says anything negative about it. He sends me business, his little girl loves her house, a house no 23 year old should ever own much less live in.
I stand in my little kitchen with my baby in his playpen and I can feel his hands on my boobs and his hips against me, but he isn't there, it is just my imagination. I wear the necklace when I show houses, it is the nicest piece of jewelry I have, I feel it helps me sell houses but that is also my imagination.
