The one who got away…

He was out of my league…

I know people like him don’t see people like me. And yet I wanted him.
From the moment our eyes connected I wanted him.
Even when I found out he had Girlfriend, I wanted him.
And still when I found out he was living with her. I still wanted him.

She was and is a really hot, fiery redhead of a girlfriend.
And of course she was great, and completely perfect for him and I really liked her too.
And yes, I have to admit, I’ve thought a lot about having crazy hot lesbian sex with her.
But I, as I often do, digress….

They as a couple were way, way out of my league,
Never before, had I harbored this intense consuming desire for two people who were together. And yet for them I hungered.
My inner bisexual self, wanted to sing from the rooftops about getting the best of both worlds.

But people like them, don’t see people like me. In reality, I’m somewhat shy and reserved, And they are not. They are vivacious, and out there and tell it like they see it, they are real. And about 5 minutes into our first conversation I found out pretty kinky.
They must have seen past that innocent front I show the world because,
Rumor has it not only did they see me, but they both wanted me.
Rumor also has it that it is rare for them both to be really attracted to the same person
Because they both look for different things in the women they wish to invite between their sheets.
Sadly, a place which I have never seen, because timing as it often is was just a little to much a little to late.

And so they are the ones who got away. The man and the women I would give anything to go back and discover. And if our paths do by chance cross again, they would no longer be the ones who got away. I do believe if by chance we meet again, our every intention will be to fuck each other 8 ways to Sunday. And I believe that’s as it should be.