After a tantalizing first date with this guy I met on a dating app, we agreed to spend the next weekend together. It’s important to note that at this point in my life I was getting out of an emotionally abusive marriage with my alcoholic ex-husband. I was raised to think that marriage was forever and you just had to endure whatever happened in the marriage even if this was damaging you. But, I wanted to rebel. For the first time in my life I was fed up and didn’t care about the consequences or what anyone else thought of me. I was going to save myself and get whatever I want.
So the weekend came, he and I met up at the station and were walking to his apartment. He was pleasant as usual but could tell I was nervous. He soon eased me out of that by making me laugh, effortlessly like he did on our date. I’ve only ever had sex with two men, my ex-husband included. Yet here I am, a 31 year old grown woman, of extremely conservative upbringing, going to the apartment of a man 7 years younger than me knowing full well that I’m offering myself up to get fucked in whatever way he wishes. I should feel like there’s something wrong about it all but the only thing I could feel is my throbbing pussy and the moisture building up in my panties.