So, I asked myself "What is love?" I thought I knew what love was, an amazing friendship, equality and having that person to share your day with. Then I lost it! I had what I thought was love for over 10 years. I had tied all my hopes and dreams up in our relationship and then just like that it was over. Over in the form of one of 'My love's' art students. She was 19, fiery red hair and a firm arse and tits that you only have at that age.
So here I am back at square 1 looking at my laptop screen. I swore off men but it had been 3 months and sex toys could only fulfil me so much. I needed the excitement of being flesh to flesh with a man, feeling the sweat drip down my torso as his cock filled me. I gave myself permission to try online dating but only for meaningless sex, there was no way that I was going to give myself emotionally to a man again. Having scrolled through and chatted with several men all desperate for a break in life, some still lived with their parents, some were married I was about to give up and then he popped up. Brad an architect from the city... I don't know what it was but something immediately attracted me to him. We chatted for a few nights and then he asked me if I would like to meet him. I hesitated, was I ready to take this step? Well you only live once and my cunt was desperate to be filled. "O.K," I answered "Just tell me where and when."
Friday night came, I had spent most of the day preparing myself to meet him. The hairdressers, beauty salon had worked their magic and as I slipped my new black dress on a smoothed it down over my stockings, I felt something I hadn't for a long time. A sense of anticipation, butterflies. Outside the horn of a taxi echoed through my bedroom window.
I arrived early so ordered myself a Cosmopolitan and stood at the bar, our agreed meeting place. After what seemed a lifetime the door swung open and in, he walked, my heart leapt. He walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek "Hello, have you been waiting long?"
"Not too long," I replied pushing the words out of my throat. Although not what many women would describe as obviously attractive Brad had a commanding presence to him, dark hair with silver tones and bright blue eyes. He had broad shoulders and I could see he worked out and took care of himself. Not to the lengths of a body builder but enough to pin me to the bed and fuck the life out of me. We talked about anything and everything, he was intelligent and had a great sense of humour. I had immediately felt comfortable in his presence.