We had spoken, online, for a few weeks. It started pretty casually – I don’t think either of us thought much of anything would come from it. It started out with simply an occasional kind and supportive word exchanged relating to the dead bedrooms we both had at home. We both did our best, worked hard, and tried everything, but were, ultimately, lonely and craving physical and emotional connections.
As we got a bit more comfortable with each other, we exchanged a few pictures. It was devious and wrong in so many ways, but it just felt so good to feel like somebody out there found me even the slightest bit – dare I say it – sexy. A lackluster sex life at home, especially when you have a an unenthusiastic partner, is the ultimate ego destroyer. And our conversations restored a little of that confidence that had been sucked away, bit by bit, over the years.