So, to start with a little backstory, I’m a single (divorced) woman in my early 40s. I work hard, have my own place, and pretty much do what I want. Sometimes what I want is to have another person over to share a physically intimate experience. So I do.
Some of my experiences have been interesting enough to me that I would like to get them down on “paper” and share them with others who might enjoy them as well. I hope you do.
This is a story that began sometime in the summer of last year. I was going through a rough time, and I was an emotional wreck. I had been mostly celibate for a couple of years after a devastating breakup and had just started putting myself back out there, for fun only. I had also been drinking heavily. This information is only important in that it explains why I don’t remember any of the chats I had with him before meeting him. I just remember having the knowledge that someone was coming to my place on a particular evening to spend some time in my bed.