Long time reader, first time writer. I love written word, so erotic stories can really get me off. Here’s one of my own from a few years ago that I think about often when I’m getting off, even though there wasn’t actual sex. I’ve been wanting to write it down forever.
Skip to the ——— line to go right for the physical part.
I live and work in a large music city as a bass player and when I’m not touring, I maintain a few weekly bar gigs. Really helps keep me good on discretionary funds. At this point, one was in a casual pub food spot in a new luxury hotel. That’s where I met Kristin.
I was about a year removed from my “starter marriage” at the time. It only lasted about 18 months. My ex just realized she really didn’t want to be married. It was rough, but I kept a good composure about it. When I’d started dating her, Tinder wasn’t really a thing. I’d always been in relationships or missing the person I’d previously dated. My casual romantic life wasn’t terrific. After my ex, I got on Tinder and Bumble and had some pretty fair success getting acclimated to the 3-4 dates, some sex, and realizing it wasn’t going to work out.