I’ve (37f) been married for 12 years. Over the last 5, I’ve been in a dead bedroom situation. “Greg” (40m) is also in a dead bedroom.
We first met in a non-sexual sub on Reddit, one dedicated to local events. We live in the same area, but not the exact same city. We ended up commenting on each other’s posts and comments. I looked through his post history one day…and he’s a very attractive man! I initiated a conversation…and we developed an emotional bond over the course of a few months. Talks on Snap got more flirty over time. We revealed our family, marriage, and sexual situations to each other. We sexted. We showed each other our naked bodies (and omg…more on this later…). Eventually we mustered the courage to meet. We waited until after the holidays. Yesterday was our first meeting…
Greg was a complete gentleman. He checked into the hotel and we met at a low key coffee shop near by. When we saw each other, he stood up, and gave me a hug. Our bodies pressed against each other and he held me tight, but not overly so. Just perfect. As we let go of the hug, he touched my hands. He had a cup of coffee for me. We held hands as we talked. I didn’t touch the coffee.