Reasons you will hate me

All good things must come to an end.

I can't remember how I found the sex blog John and Jane - I think it was from clicking on that 'next blog' button - but I always thought the 'about me' on their profile was kind of sweet in a kinky way:


'About Me:

We are a pair of long distance lovers who are madly in love and who want to share our love with others (ahhh!) that is Jane likes the idea of being virtually f***ed in front of others and her activities (real or imagined) being described for your delectation. Me - well I just go along with it - what can i do - I love the gorgeous hussey.'


From time to time I checked up on their activities, half titillated by their sex fantasies and half feeling a bit sorry for them being so far apart. Yesterday I had another look at their latest post (which, if you're at work, involves bondage, videos, fishnet stockings and putting something in places where something shouldn't perhaps go) and was surprised to find the comments heartbreakingly honest:


'49 and up said...

c'mon fire up jane this is fucking crap!
what's going you and john having a blue or what?


8:01 AM


john and jane said...

Sorry Kevin, I must have forgotten to mention that John has another woman these days. In fact, right now he is with her at his mum's for the week, where they will shag in the same bed that not three months ago we said goodbye in, and sat on whilst we both held each other and cried.

Actually, he has had this other woman for some 18 months, but he somehow forgot to mention it to me until last summer. Tried to deal with it, distance, understandable.. she lives two doors away from him which, let's face it rather more convenient than 450 miles away.And of course, he said he still loved me.Hey, he even set up this blog so we oculd tell other people about our love! And I believed him.But when she said her or me, he went for the girl next door. And I am more hurt than i can even start to express.

For the record, any story involving other men and me was purely fantasy, written because thye turned him on, but it was only ever John for me.
I now realise as he is able to take her to the place where we spent so much of our times together, that not even the memory of me really matters to him. I have been more stupid than i can even start to express, making my children unhappy being the worst bit of it all.

So, I am so very sorry that this is all fucking crap, but feeling like I have done since New Year, writing about sex isn't exactly easy.
And it is unlikely that I will ever see him again. I think that pretty much wraps this blog up.

10:47 AM'


I don't know why I find that so very sad. I must be a bit of a sentimental old pervert after all.


903 days til the next election.

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