After I came back from Europe my life became really dull. I started working at a boutique clothing store in my town and I hated it. Everyday was the same and I missed the rush and uncertainty of Europe and what everyday held. And I also REALLY missed the sex.
Since I got back I’ve had a few old fwbs which have been fun but I really missed walking into a bar and not knowing who I was going to take home and how big or small their dick was and guessing what they wanted to do to me.
I found myself sitting at work with my mind racing about all these thoughts. I could barely focus and I knew something had to change and my little rabbit couldn’t get the job done anymore. My manager at work is a woman in her 40s who used to work a corporate type of job now quit when she had kids and now works at the store because fashion was her passion. We got really close and would both complain about the owner and the things we would change if she wasn’t around. We would get drinks once a week and she would complain to me about her husband and opened up about their sex life which hasn’t been existence since they had kids. I told her about Europe and she was on the edge of her seat.