Found this in an old email and thought I’d share.. ;-)
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**Indian Girl in Woodley Park**
I got married in Spring 2009. Was working big-law litigation. The usual 60-80+ hours. Working Sundays. And on the Sunday after St. Patrick’s Day 2012, I was in the office. There was a missed connection post on Craigslist about a missed hookup on St. P’s the night before and so I wrote a “it wasn’t me, but.. ” message. And she wrote back. We flirted. Chatted.
She invited me over to her place in Woodley Park that afternoon. Met me at the door in a white t-shirt, no bra, sweatpants. And with NCAA tournament basketball on in the background we fucked on her bed. It was sweet. Simple. Easy.
The rest of that summer / fall there was a string of CL encounters. Mostly coffee near my office and making out in corners. Hands under skirts. Up blouses. No Sex. Just… lust. And lots of online words leading nowhere necessarily.
One was particularly articulate. And hot. And bi. And lived in Takoma Park. Not particularly attractive, but kinetic. Pure energy. A biker. A dreamer. Adventurous and restless and eager.
The bed at home, at this point, was vast. And work was all-consuming. It was easy to rationalize not going home after work..
**Georgetown Grad School Girl**
Later that summer, as the school year started, I met her on Craigslist. She was young. Early 20’s. Impressionable. Just moved to DC. We’d go to the park on the water in Georgetown and make out. One night, working late, I messaged and she invited me over to her basement apartment. I took a cab.
The sex was terrible. She just lay there. And it was all wrong. Sticky. Sweaty. Awkward. I cut it off promptly.
**Angela**
Angela was a different story entirely. Also Craigslist. A single late-30’s attorney with her own rowhouse a few blocks from ours on Capitol Hill. Dark curly hair. She was drunk after a Christmas Party in late 2012 and I was working late. She drove her Range Rover and parked on 18th Street by my office (panties off per my request) and I got in. And it’s instant chemistry. She sucked me off. I fingered her. Licked her. And we quickly made plans to meet at hers. Soon.
I came in through the alley – her back fence – which she left unlocked. She was in her kitchen and we didn’t make it past the refrigerator. Fucking three times on the floor. Counter. Against the wall. Knees raw. Then again for good measure on her couch.
After that it becomes an intermittent thing. I’d go over before work. She’d be coming out of the shower. We’d fuck and get dressed and go our separate ways. Small talk about the law. Or the weather. Or books…
Then after January 2013 I was swallowed by work. 300 hours billed in February 2013. In June 2013 I was sent to Paris for 4 months on three days notice.
**Canadian Academic in Paris**
A Craigslist ad. He wrote it. I’d landed recently and was slightly jet-lagged. He said he was her married lover – currently in Italy. She was in Paris. Single but shy. Doing some academic research in an archive. And the ad proposed that he set her up with someone. I bit. Exchanged emails with this guy who ended up sending an email to her, introducing her to me as a friend of a friend.
We met at the Ternes subway stop and wandered until we found a cafe. Sat outside and finished a bottle of wine and talked until they closed. She was a story teller. Tiny. Sweet. Bubbly. Effervescent. A bit boyish, slim hips, small chest. Told me about her adventures hitchhiking across Canada as a teenager. We went back to my hotel…
**NJ Pharma Sales Rep in Paris**
Amy. Chinese-American woman from NJ. We met at a bar in Montparnasse. Exchanged info. Ended up texting horny at 1a and I took a cab to her hotel room where she was naked in bed. And we fucked until the sun rose. I remember walking out at 5a and catching a cab. Disheveled.
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More, if there’s interest…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ro9ro/39m_adventures_from_a_former_life_cheating