Long time reader, first time poster. I thought I’d write about one of my top sexual experiences, although there is no way I could possibly do it justice. Except for the second photo which was taken that day, the photos I linked were taken around the time this happened and included for your visualization/[self love](https://imgur.com/a/wE0x1ss) purposes.
So it’s St. Patrick’s Day 2012. I’m newly divorced and just turned 30. The weather is beautiful, sunny and unseasonably warm. I’m wearing a [green v-neck minidress with green shoes](https://imgur.com/a/I5isSzX) and am spending the day with my friend Chrissy, who is also recently divorced and 30 at the time. We start the day at a friend’s party in the morning, then head downtown to meet up with some of my coworkers in the afternoon. By evening, everyone else is ready to head home, but Chrissy and I are still looking for trouble and thinking about where we should go next. Then Jason texts me.
I was dating (read: fucking) a few guys at the time, but Jason was my favorite. He was in his late 30s, 6’3”, shaved head, charming, witty, with an easy laugh and eyes that revealed when he was having a devilish thought. He tells me he is at a bar in a trendy section of our city with a friend I hadn’t met before. I text that we’ll join them.