I used to ooze sexual confidence. I used to feel sexy all the time. I used to know that all I had to do was decide that I wanted it and I could have it.
Somewhere between the bad boyfriends, the dead bedroom marriage, and the onset of a chronic pain condition sex became a luxury. At some point, I decided this was a problem. A problem that could no longer go unaddressed.
Word to the wise for any gentlemen who might be reading; the getting her groove back portion of a mature woman's life is a lot of fun to be a part of. Ooooh, the things I want to do. But those are stories for future me to write for future you to read. Today, we're just getting started.
In the quest to add to both the quality and quantity of orgasms in my life, I found the local hookup-friendly group on Reddit and posted the following:
37 [F4M] Looking for a casual relationship. Will share pics after contact. I'm a complicated lady looking for a casual relationship with a real connection. I'm sapiosexual and fairly private so I'm looking to establish a rapport before getting into intimate details. I have a wide range of interests and love good conversation. DM if you think you're patient and mature enough for a grown-up casual relationship.
It wasn't the first such message I'd posted on Reddit and I've developed a pretty efficient screening process. I'm sure you can imagine the volume of messages. One guy hooked me with a Pitch Perfect quote; got me to exceed all of my usual I-haven't-met-you-in-person-yet comfort limits. That guy will be my muse, for this work of fiction based on reality. Enjoy! (And please go easy on me, I'm pretty rusty.)
I'd been texting with William for a couple of weeks. Damn that baby shower followed by kegger at the end of October! If not for that, I'd have intended to be in the city that first weekend after we started talking. William is handsome with a lovely smile and warm eyes. He's tall (6'3") athletic, (plays football twice a week), and English. Yep, that's right ladies. I said the magic word. What is it about even the thought of an English accent whispering sweet nothings into your ear that makes your panties instantly wet? I'm not a particularly vain person. I've dated guys from all over the world, taller, shorter, whatever. But like everyone else, I have special preferences. Suffice it to say, William ticked a lot of boxes in the "my type" category.
At 5'8", being of mixed ethnicity and with curves for days, I was glad to hear that I was ticking some of his boxes too.
It's hard not to smile as I make my way to the city. It's been much too long since I was properly laid. Literal years, in fact. I've missed sex. I've missed orgasms that I didn't have to create myself. Don't get me wrong, I know how to take care of myself. But It's like a good meal. I know my way around the kitchen but there's something about a delicious meal you didn't have to cook... you know?
It's a couple of hours of driving before I park my car to take the train the rest of the way into the city. Throughout the trip, I keep thinking about the conversations we'd already had. The flirting. The teasing. The audio I sent him of the orgasms he inspired. I feel flushed all day long and I'm so horny I'm constantly aware of my pussy. It's sooo sensitive with anticipation and it seems like it's been days since she was dry. Fuck am I ready to fuck!
One of the themes of our flirtation has been the outfit I would wear if he took me on his 'motorbike', as he so adorably Englishly says. I've arrived at Union Station wearing my cute black so-me boots with the badass straps, my black leather jacket, and jeans that hug my curves in all the right ways.
