I (34M) got divorced a couple of years ago and quickly became a slut.
I had been married to the woman I lost my virginity to when I was 17. That’s not a bad thing. We lived our independent lives. Our sex life was always incredibly healthy and sometimes, experimental. Had a few threesomes we both enjoyed. But we just grew apart as some couples do.
When we broke up, I pretty much fucked anyone that enthusiastically consented. Problem with that is — even when you think you’re not — you tend to play with people’s emotions. Sex turns from survival to amazing when you build a connection with your partner. A hard stare into someone’s eyes as you thrust yourself into them can be read for something more than you think it is. I mean, there’s something inherently wrong about an exchange of:
“Fuck me harder, daddy.”
“Yes, baby.”
a matter of hours after meeting someone for the first time.
Being called out in parking lot by a sweet single mother has a way of making you reevaluate your perspective on these sorts of things. I’d like to blame my lack of relationships prior to 32 but you live and learn, I guess.