It’s been well over a year, we only met twice but wow, I remember his keen puppy dog energy. He was sniffing around a few months back and I told him I was taken. Thankfully I kept his number.

He arrives from work, in a suit and glasses and we are all over each other straightaway. How I have missed this intense sexual energy and mutual desire to be fucked. It has been a long four months with not enough sex. I know I’m insatiable but. I’ve dressed to impress and remembered to wear stockings.

We are very quickly on the bed and he is pulling the thong aside and getting his mouth involved with my pussy. And my oh my it is wonderful, like being smothered and adored and worshipped. I writhe around and enjoy for once. His fingers are inside and I give him directions. He is determined to get me to squirt and I’m sure I do help him get me very wet. He keeps telling me I’m so tight and wet and oh lordy I come. I realise I’ve barely done anything to his dick.

We rest for a bit, he is extremely sweaty but grabs my leg and strokes my hair. We chat and I enjoy his attention, something I have been craving but not expecting from him. He moves to finger me again and we slide together and soon I’m on top of him. How old are you again? I ask. “29” he comes back with. Oh wow. But the energy and the respect. I grab the headboard and he comes, I come shortly afterwards. It’s fucking good.

He leaves after two hours. I’ve had more orgasms and sheer joy than the last guy gave me in the past four months. My therapist had asked where my needs had gone in the relationship and I guess it was out the window.