(Apologies in advance, trying posting a story on here, can’t ever quite get the formatting right so it is being written on my phone)
I’ve been travelling for work and pleasure for most of my adult life. I’m in my late 30s, comfortable in my skin and job, and happily unmarried after a messy divorce a few years ago. I’ve learned to live within my means, and that doing so gives me a lot of options.
Recently I went on a trip, to see my family and friends. I had a long layover on the way back, and arranged to meet up with a friend (K). She and I had teased each other for years, but never actually had the chance for more than just that. She had always loved that I was dominant, into ropework and various other aspects of BDSM, and by her own admission had fantasized about being the partner in quite a few of my past adventures.