I will try and explain all for my unusual lifestyle, in thehope that people will understand me and perhaps accept that I really dolove the life I lead...and would not have it any other way. I accept that notmany people may be like me, but I would like to think that those who sharemy lifestyle should be accepted into the community, not as freaks, but as areal and sincere minority.***************************************************************************My Mother married early in life and at. Usne kaha aise nahi jao andar se meri biwi ki koi saari pehan kar aao main chup chap andar chali gayi maine ek lal rang ki sari pehan li aur bhar aayi mujeh sari mein dekh kar to wo pagal hi ho gaya uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi uski najar baar baar mere chuche par hi ja rahi thi aur wo aise ghoor raha tha jaise mujhe kha jayega itne mein wo bola khadi kya ho aur aur meri jhaagho mein baitho aaj to tera badan nochna hai teri chut phadni hai maza aa jayega.Main jakar uske paas baith gayi. In fact both had liked him, but found him still too remorseful. Each had had a few dates with him and had ended up in bed, more by their design than his probably.We had conversed for some 15 minutes and we were joined by David as I was suggesting female friends of ours that Adam may have met at previous social gatherings. It was David who looked at me and said “why don’t you go with Adam”. Adam was very surprised, almost shocked and speechless, I wasn’t quiet that bad. I should emphasis that. I had become a chrysalis, exchanging my old drab, figure-obscuring wardrobe for the clothes Joey approved of now. And I felt a corresponding change deep inside of me. A new and much more confident woman was emerging, one who could admit to the growing sexual nature inside her that Joey had, intentionally or not, released. And sadly, a sexual tension Joey was less and less able to satisfy wholly. So maybe a more shameless woman was emerging, too. In the past few weeks, two different men had not.