We're pleased to introduce our very first guest blog entry. Welcome LadyLuck, with part one of her tale of High-Stakes Man Gambling!
My name is LadyLuck, and I’m a former Wrong Card addict.Here is my story:
I was 26 years old and on top of my game.I was young, skilled and I had a job that I loved where I made a lot of money and traveled all over the world.I was living high and large, and it was then that I met one called the High Roller.
An executive of a major company, the High Roller was everything wet dreams are made of - dashingly handsome, older, distinguished, successful, confident and rich. He had a taste for the finer things in life: He wore nice clothes. He had great hair. He drove a Ferrari. He smoked imported cigars. He was an exquisite chef that had mastered the art of fine cooking, and also had a 10-acre home on a prime piece of property outside of a major city - complete with a pool, spa and horse ranch.
And he was married.
He invited me to play his game.At first I refused, but then I told myself - and him – that I’d play just one hand, just to get him out of my system.However I discovered very quickly that this was a game that I could not lose – the odds of winning were 10 in 10, in favor of multiple orgasms.I had hit the jackpot.
The few good friends that I told warned me relentlessly that the stakes in this game were too high, but I was convinced that this was a sure bet.At the time I was travelling and living a great life as a single woman.I staunchly did not want a relationship for fear that it would hold me back.Being married with a child, High Roller had a Full House, and wasn’t eager to give up his hand.It was, in our minds, a perfect match.
The game continued for almost three years.Ours was the kind of relationship that movies are made of.(Adult movies, that is.)Secret meetings in 5-star hotels.$200.00 bottles of wine.Parties with other high rollers.High-quality, illegal drugs.He cooked me lavishly wonderful full-course meals, followed with superb desserts.We took long Jacuzzi baths together where we sipped wine and kissed softly by candlelight.We made love – and money.We did business together and both profited tremendously.Indeed I had placed a good bet – or so I thought.
Every so often, late in the night, he would hold me close in the dark and whisper softly in my ear about his thoughts of leaving his wife.As tactfully as I could, I made it clear that if he did that I would want no part of him at all - I was clearly on a winning streak, and even though I had tremendous feelings for him and knew that he played a good hand, I knew that ultimately I could never trust him.
Then – it happened.What happens to every Wrong Card addict:I got greedy...
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