my ex-husband had just asked for a divorce and i was becoming very busy finding myself at thirty-three years old, by putting my body in the hands of as many men as possible. after feeling unwanted for so long, i delighted in all of the dick i could have – a different one every evening, if i wanted. life was deliciously slutty and decadent.
one night i met this older man and we quickly cozied up in a local bar, dark wood wrapping around me and endless rounds of whiskey. i’ve always been a sucker for a silver fox and after being deprived of touch for so long, i was at a point in my life where if a confident man put his hand on my bare leg or knee… it was on and we would definitely be banging at some point that evening.
that’s how i found myself tangled in the backseat of my old car, frustrated by this grown man who couldn’t keep his goddamn dick hard. i was getting angrier by the minute, as time continued to go by in which he wasn’t fucking me… it was completely outrageous and an insult to my hypersexual mind.