(Wanna get to the hot stuff? Skip to the *****.)
I’ve known I’m bi since I was 16, but heteronormativity and sequential boyfriends in my uni days meant I never got to do more than some makeout sessions. I think my favourite was with a girl a foot shorter than me, in front of a club, with the bouncers cheering us on…. The height difference meant I had a fabulous view of her bountiful cleavage, and she pressed up against me in very interesting ways.
But time moves on, through sixteen years of marriage, three children, and a sudden and unexpected separation. Right from the time he left, I declared I was done with men. I had a plan in mind, that I’d mark the anniversary of him leaving by finally getting lady-laid in a spectacular fashion.
Lockdown had other plans. The anniversary was spent alone with the Literotica lesbian section. By the end of lockdown in my country, I was bone-achingly lonely and touch-deprived. But on the bright side, the kids could go to their father’s again.