Confession: I'm an aggressive and unabashed slut for my man. And I'm proud. This may read as if it is a bit disjointed, but consider this a diary confessional. It won't be your typical kink story.
I'm 41 years old and am in a relatively new relationship with a beautiful man who is 47. You can call me "C", and I'll describe my partner as "J".
We've both been married twice. Neither of us will ever get married again. Neither of us will ever cohabitate again. But both of us are committed to the other, we hope for the rest of our lives.
I'm a very progressive woman and have lived my life expressing my sexuality freely. I have amassed a wealth of amazing experiences, as well as some rough ones, building up a "sexual IQ" as well developed as anyone I've come into contact with. I've never really expected to find rich, satisfying and committed love with a person who can so adeptly command me sexually, bringing out and satisfying all of my many kinks; while also being a kind man, generous, intelligent and successful in his chosen field. It just felt like too much to hope for in a single individual. At least, so I thought, until I met J. He is everything, and some things I never knew I wanted. And I think it's this confluence of traits that has turned me into an absolute and complete freak of a slut, not to be distracted from my goal of satisfying every whisper of a wish, a kink, a long held sexual curiosity or fantasy. I'm more than his personal porn star. I'm his Aphrodite.