Javajune's Blog

Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

My Perfect Love became the Perfect Lie

Please welcome Brie to the sofa.

It all started during spring break of 1989. I traveled to the beach with 3 of my best girlfriends for a little fun in the sun. That was the trip that changed my life and left me with the following  story. 

Kane was drop dead gorgeous with dark wavy hair and a perfect body. He had muscles in all the right places, buns of steel, and a healthy tan. I got to see those tan lines first hand on the last night of our trip. I’m not sure if I would consider our encounter as love at first sight but it wasn’t long before I was in way too to deep to escape his grip. He was charming and oh so seductive. Kane had impeccable timing and always knew just what to say.  Our steamy affair of sex, sex and more sex, continued through the summer. Then on a crystal clear night in mid September, after a late night stroll on the beach, the fairy tale became real.  We made love in the warm sand with a full moon and endless sky overhead. It felt so surreal as the moonlight bounced off the water and he took my hand in his. He asked me to be his wife and I couldn’t resist. Our life began with modest finances that barely afforded us a darling  little house just outside of town. It was a cozy white bungalo with a quaint little porch and a crimson red door. Oh how I loved that house and my life back then.  We became the perfect family, 2 kids , 1 dog and enough love to see us through anything, or so I thought.  The fairy tale lasted a few more years before our perfect family began to unravel, one strand at a time.

Junie: I decided to break Brie’s saga up into 2 or possibly 3 parts.  It is a long and amazing story that you won’t believe, so brace yourself for the conclusion.

jj

February 17, 2009 Posted by | bad boys, lovers, saga | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Diary of a Kept Woman

Please welcome Victoria, Trapped in Paradise, to the sofa.

It all started a few years ago when my girlfriend introduced me to her high flaluttin life. She had beautiful clothes, a first class apartment on the upper east side and was being wined and dined in style several times a week. I wanted to be her- the lifestyle looked like the perfect fit for a lonely girl like me. I had a poor track record with employment and was barely making ends meet. So I meet William and became his mistress. I have to admit that at first it was a fairy tale and I was Cinderella. Everything I ever dreamed of having suddenly became mine. I didn’t work, my job was to stay beautiful and available for Bill. I spent most days shopping,  redecorating my already perfect apartment, reading magazines while waiting for the latest beauty treatment, and having lunch with the girls. At night and sometimes on the weekend Bill and I went out to the most expensive places to eat and met with important clients over drinks. We had sex several times a week and he spent the rest of the time home with his family. In the beginning I loved my life and thought that it was enough for me but I’ve changed my mind.  I think I want kids, a family with the picket fence and a golden retriever. I’m getting older and it’s almost too late but I’m stuck in this lavish lifestyle. The only way out would be to just pick up and leave everything behind. I would be starting over with nothing  and I’m not very good at keeping a job. I have no job skills and WTF would I put on my resume? I guess my life proves that you should always be careful of what you wish for.

Junie: I can see how you could get sucked into that life style very quickly. What a facinating story about living as the other woman. Starting over won’t be easy. Maybe you can find a job and a place to live before you make the break. You got what you wanted once; why can’t you do it again? Good luck in the pursuit of your dreams.

jj

February 9, 2009 Posted by | confessions, lovers, secrets, should be illegal | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments