I’m still so flustered from what happened Sunday night but I need to share.
Call me Mrs Kris Knotty I’m 40, recently divorced, with my only daughter off in her freshman year of college and well let’s just say things have been a lot lonelier around the house these
days.
I recently watched Mrs Fletcher on HBO and let me tell ya I started having some very specific fantasies and ideas with this big empty house and my new found freedom. I decided to be adventurous and make a reddit account to feel out the waters, maybe find someone to talk about these fantasies with while I make a mess in my bed.
I made a post last week with a picture of myself looking for young men to talk to but after an hour I chickened out, deleted the post, watched some milf porn, and went to bed. “How crazy,” I thought, “I really got carried away.” I thought that was the end of this all.
Until Sunday night when something happened I could not have seen coming.
Here’s some context: