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The story of the Starbucks Boy [FM]

Legend has it that there lived a young male barista who would bring me hot vanilla nonfat mochas after I having surgery and being home bound to a 10 week recovery. He also brought me pot and I loved it. In return, I took him to a winning Warriors playoffs game, sitting closer than he had ever been in the 10th row. Stubhub had the deal and the only person I ever talked about the Warriors to was my Starbucks boy, long after I healed and life went back to normal. He was the only diehard fan I wanted to take with me that day, to say thanks for brightening my day when I was at my lowest.

I never talk about how my Starbucks Boy licked my pussy when I was at the end of surgery recovery, when I was still scared to let anyone fuck me. I never talk about how he pushed me against my car in the oracle parking lot, pulled my pants down, and vigorously got me off after the big win. I don’t talk about a lot of his stories but I guess that’s what makes up the tall tales. Read more »

Happy New Year [FM]

“I haven’t seen Ana for a minute.”
“I think she passed out. It’s 4.30a.”
I look at the clock in the kitchen and it is indeed over 4 hours into the new year.

The kitchen is still as we left it before we left to the party, piled with dinner plates in the sink. An open bottle of Milagro Silver and random shot glasses on every counter space.

I’m now drinking Tullamore on the rocks after a night of Ketel and tonics and champagne. The buzz is heavy but not overpowering. My body feels relaxed but not heavy. We are the last of the New Years revelers still awake.

“Ok. I think it’s time to get to bed,” I tell the last standers as I walk towards my bedroom. “There are some blankets and pillows for you in the closet.”

I walk into the room and look at myself in the mirror one last time. I‘m not as much of a wreck as I’d thought I’d be after a night of partying and dancing. My outfit of choice was comfortable and elegantly casual. A silk fuchsia top that draped loosely over my breasts. Black tight velvet jeans that people kept wanting to touch all night. I left my dark hair naturally straight, parted to the side and swept back, falling to almost my natural waist. Read more »

Summer nights [FM]

I’ve been waiting for warm summer nights. Reasons to put on light as air summer dresses and stop wearing bras. I swear this dress keeps shrinking a half inch at every wash but I’m short at 5-0 and in my head I still think that’s it’s still covering up at least part of my thighs as long as I don’t throw my hands in the air.

I’m waiting outside Mark’s high rise for him to come down, wondering if the heeled burgundy suede boots are comfortable enough to walk around downtown. It’s a clear gorgeous evening and Im craving a drink.

He comes down in a t-shirt and shorts, more underdressed than his usual, but it still looks good on him. He’s not my normal type at all, mainly because he’s 48. And even though that makes him only four years older than me, since my husband died, I’d become the official mayor of Cougartown, almost exclusively dating boys in their 20’s. But now that my oldest son is 25, it’s become a perverse age gap that I can’t continue, and Mark is only the second person I’ve ever found attractive who was around my age. He has a salt and pepper scruff and shaved head, a stalky build of a man that was once athletic but has made it no longer a priority. Looks wise, he is like any average dad of a teenager, except he’s so much more. Read more »

A tinder tale of a different nature [FM]

I tell people we aren’t dating because in my mind, dating means something else. Dating to me are two people who aren’t in a relationship yet, but maybe after they learn more about each other, they could be. And that’s not where we are. We are in a new sinister world where we already know each other. A world that’s both dark and light and honest and painful.

Plus we dated already. Back when you were freshly 27 and I was weeks into being 41. I swiped right on you and let you chase me while I was getting my feet wet again in the dating pool. It was clear immediately that you were my type. Young, educated, charismatic, and well put together. And I knew quickly that you understood my game. We went from meeting for drinks at the bar to letting you suck on my tits on the corner of Grand and Lake Park in the blink of an unsober eye while coked out skateboarding onlookers screamed into the night sky. It became this whirlwind of sex, day trips, food, and wine.Ultimately, I mistook your lust and ability to make me cum for passion, and your numbing effect on my pre-existing heartache for something more. Never revealing to each other that there were bigger issues we were covering with bandages. Living months in ignorant bliss until it ended in inevitable failure. And that word “love” became a painful dagger I threw too early. From the beginning, our was constructed to fall apart. You originally went on to Tinder to explore the world of dating, not to settle down. I went on to try to avoid the dark abyss of grief. That was our dating period. Read more »

Would you like to know how I spent my [F]riday?

~WORK~
[I casually text Mike that I broke my pussy by going bananas every day this week with a vibrator. ](https://i.imgur.com/XfF3NKu.jpg)
“I killed the battery every night”
“Is that gonna keep us from fucking”
“Nope. Clearly I need to be fucked”
Sexting makes the day go by. It’s made better today knowing that Michael was taking me into the city for dinner and cocktails.

~DINNER~
My summer dress purposefully has no back buttons and Michael takes quick advantage by slipping his hand into the back of my dress and caressing my bare skin. I lean back and curl my body into the crevice of his arm. I reach up to touch his face with my lips in a way that was probably borderline indecent at one of San Francisco’s newest culinary spots. [It’s a full house and I don’t care.](https://i.imgur.com/bZFdLJi.jpg)

We know I make more money than he does, so I often take the lead when paying for fun. It never bothers me because i like living a life that’s uncompromising. But this week he made a new stride professionally, and he’s feeling like an in-charge alpha male. Read more »

This is the story about a first date that turned into a hot tub adventure with a boy half my age [FM]

I met Darren after a meeting with a client in their San Francisco office. I was making idle chitchat about dead celebrities and upcoming music festivals when he walked by. He stopped to add in his two cents. I had never seen him before, as his department was unrelated to my visit. Darren was tall at 6’3″, lean, stormy blue eyes, a slight facial scruff, and spoke with an incredibly thick Irish accent.

As I stepped in the elevator to get back to my office, Darren jumped in at the last second to join me. He asked about my weekend plans (I had none) and then asked if I’d like to have a drink with him on Saturday.

I was surprised at how forward he was and after looking at him for a moment I said he may be too young for me. After asking my age (43), and seemingly genuinely shocked, he told me he was 29 and that I should at least have a drink with him. He was new to the city and hadn’t really met many people outside of work. By the time I made it to the building exit I had relented. Read more »