Hello again. It’s me, your favorite newly divorced millennial woman; with another story about re-discovering my inner heaux.
I’ve been a little stressed out lately. I’m moving, my job is stressful as fuck lately, and to top it off my seasonal allergies have come back with a vengeance.
I definitely need to relax a bit.
My two best friends somehow, someway, convince me to go on vacation. So we booked a trip to San Diego. A couple of days before we leave, I set my Tinder to SD. I am obviously going to fuck someone while I’m here.
So. I added, “(in San Diego for the week, show me a good time?)” to the top of my profile. ?
I start talking to this guy, let’s call him James, the day before I leave. James is pretty hot – 5’10, blonde hair, green eyes, surfer (abs). My other submissions have descriptions of what I look like.
We get to know each other a bit. At first. As a prolific dirty texter/nude selfie artist, I was very clear about what was going to happen. I saw his dick; he saw my tits – we agreed that we did, in fact, want to fuck the shit out of each other.