After several years
of only masturbating and looking
at porn, I found myself starved for sexual contact.
It had been so long since I had dated or even considered trying to get “some” that I was not sure I knew what to do. How does a middle aged woman go about getting some dick these days?
Do I get on Tinder?
As I charted a new path to journey, some old friends noticed my new solo status. I think it is funny how male friends always show up around this time, you know the time when you need your self-esteem boosted enough to make you feel sexy and desired enough to open your legs for him. His name was Jackson, he was from the Cayman Islands. I met Jackson while he was completing his senior year at Howard, before he had a wife.
The last time I saw him our clothes came off as did every time prior to the very first time we met. I knew that having him over for dinner was a dangerous game but I craved the excitement and I would not allow myself to do anything he was not ok with.
Dinner was served, we had a pleasant conversation about the years that had passed in between without mentioning the last time or any times before we were alone together. His eyes connected to mine and it was like turning on a light inside the deepest part of my vagina. I looked away. Whatever ice that was protecting my heart started to thaw just a little.
I rose from the table and started to gather the dishes to place them in the sink. He stood, “ let me help you,” his hand touched mine and it might as well have touched somewhere much further.
“No,” I stepped back, sucking in the gasps dancing on the tip of my tongue.
“May I use your restroom?”
He was so polite. I smiled and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom. My heart fluttered, alive and awake for the first time in several years. I was happy that I felt something. Content with the warm tingling sensations circling below, my imagination already had my back on the table, legs wide open with him digging deep for the spot. That is when I felt him standing behind me, his breath on the nape of my neck, his scent, seducing me, pulling me close enough to feel the warmth of his body. His lips touched my neck and I exhaled like an exhausted runner. I had no defense. I never really had any real morals which is why it was so easy to justify that I wasn’t married to his wife, therefore…
When I faced him trembling with anxiety of wanting him to do whatever he wanted; and the anxiety of him doing nothing. I wanted to be ok with either, after all I had a backup plan. As my lips met his and I felt arm firmly across my back, I knew he had no intentions of doing nothing. My body had no reasons to care about life’s current situations, as it never had before when it came to him. Jackson, was the addiction I could not kick 10 years ago. The body wants what it wants as it did at that particular moment. Before I knew it, my knees were touching my ears and he was drilling diagonally with the vigor of my memory.
This was the night my pussy woke up.
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