1. Post-Divorce Exploration

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My marriage was never a particularly happy one, so I wasn't surprised when we divorced. We've been together for 12 years, which was honestly five years too long. Last time I was single, dating apps weren't a thing yet.

I know how they work, though. I borrowed my single friend's phones whenever we were at parties and swiped away. The thrill of shopping for strangers online seemed so bizarre, yet I couldn't help but to be intrigued.

And now, that single friend is me. I have to get back out there, and my best friend Audrey has been begging me to download a dating app for months. And she's right.

It's time. So, with a glass of wine in hand, it's time to download Tinder and create a profile. Let's see.

Hmm, what should I write in my bio? Recently divorced and just looking for a hookup. My place preferred.

Or is that too blunt? After all, I'm not looking for anything serious, and I don't want to waste anyone's time. Fuck it.

I can always change my bio later if I only match with creeps. Next step. I need to choose a few good photos of myself.

I'll just use whatever I've posted on Instagram lately. This one's cute. Mmm, and here's one showing my full body.

This should do. Okay, let's do this. Let's start swiping.

Hmm, he's kind of cute. But he only has emojis in his bio. Left.

Next one, left. Within a few minutes, I realize I'm creating a set of rules for myself. Dead fish in your profile picture? Automatic swipe left.

Can't tell which guy it is in the group photo? Probably the creepy one. Swipe left.

I'm starting to lose hope. Until I stumble on Ethan's profile. His bio is promising.

6'3", laid back guy, leaving town tomorrow, so really just looking for one night. I message first. He's absolutely gorgeous.

Built like a sequoia I want to climb. He's also got startling brown eyes and tanned skin. Not to mention a killer smile.

My heart pounding in my chest. I swipe right. And a grin spreads across my face as it's a match pops up.

True to his word, within a few minutes, I get a message from him. Hey cutie, what you up to tonight? My first instinct is to panic, but then I take a deep breath.

Just be honest, right? That's all I've got to do. Not too much, I reply.

Then after a moment's hesitation, finish. Just hoping for a guy like you to come by my place and show me a good time. Before I can talk myself out of it, I hit send.

I immediately leap up off the couch and yell, What? What did I just do? Even though nobody can hear me.

I've never been a hookup kind of girl, even before I got married. But as I look to the bedroom and see my vibrator with dead batteries that I'd casually tossed aside in frustration earlier in the day, I know I'm making the right decision. My phone buzzes again.

I dash to pick it up. It's a link to his Instagram profile and his full name, giving me a chance to do my research before meeting him. He looks handsome on Instagram too, and we have two friends in common, so probably not a catfish.

Another message. Address? Without a second thought, I give it to him, and then screenshot the conversation and send it to Audrey, along with a picture of myself.

Last seen with, I caption it, half joking. Very funny. Have fun.

She answers. A couple of hours pass, and I'm anxiously awaiting a knock on the door. A million thoughts are racing through my head as my confidence wavers.

Is this a bad idea? Is it too soon since the divorce? I haven't had a one-night stand in a million years, but there is nothing I want more than to feel the weight of a grown man's body on top of me.

Before I can think about it for too long, he's here. I take a deep breath and fix my hair in the mirror before peering through the peephole. On the other side is a warped image of Ethan the Tinder Guy, accounting for the distortion, he does seem to look just like his picture.

Ethan, I call through the door for good measure. Uh, Jade? Hi.

Hi, nice to meet you. I have no words to describe the hottie in front of me. He's somehow even more handsome in person.

I welcome him inside and offer him a glass of wine before we sit down on my couch, thighs touching. So, what do you do, Ethan the Tinder Guy? I'm, um, I'm a landscape architect.

Is that what brings you to town? Landscaping? Yeah, something like that.

He turns out to be quite the charmer. Funny too. It's too bad he's in town for just one night.

I would have liked to see him again. His hand grazes against my thigh as I refill our glasses. I respond by locking eyes with him for what feels like forever.

Finally, Ethan breaks the silence. Hey, come here. I move in closer and he caresses my face with his hand and kisses me.

He's slow and gentle at first, warming me up for what's to come, gauging my reaction to his every advance. As I moan into his lips, he grows more insistent, using his teeth to bite my lower lip. Fuck.

Every time he does, I feel wanted, needed, and I get more and more turned on with every bite and kiss. As he kisses my neck, I know he's going to leave a hickey or three. Yesterday, I would have told you I was too old to get hickeys, but tonight, I want to be marked by him.

He pinches my nipples through the fabric of my blouse. And before I know it, my panties are dripping wet and he's taking them off. Kneeling in front of me, he makes eye contact.

Tell me what you want. I don't hesitate. I don't need to.

I know exactly what I want. I want you to go down on me. My pleasure.

He's eager to get right to work. It's been so fucking long since I've felt a man's tongue on my clit, his lips kissing and biting my inner thighs. I can't help myself and grab a fistful of his hair while my eyes roll to the back of my head.

It's so fucking good. Better than my ex-husband, even. Much better.

Oh, yeah. Fuck. I want to feel your fingers inside me.

Like this? Yes. Can you handle one more? Yes, please.

Fuck, you taste so good. My breathing gets quicker as his sucking and licking grows more insistent. He's hitting just the right spot with just the right pressure.

Oh, God. I know I'm about to cum, but I want it to last just a little bit longer. I move my hips and take a deep breath to steady myself.

But his tongue chases my clit, hitting that sweet spot once more. Don't stop. Don't stop.

I'm going to cum, baby. Oh, my God. I'm gonna.

.. As I catch my breath, Ethan comes up for air and wipes my juices off his chin. A few moments pass, and I offer to return the favor with a blowjob.

But, much to my surprise, he declines. He takes my hand and kisses it gently. I, uh, I've actually got to get going.

Really? Are you sure? Yes.

Early morning tomorrow. And I've already gotten what I came here for, so. ..

What, pussy? Your pussy. I'll let you know next time I'm in town.

I'd like to see you again. I put my clothes back on and show him out the door, amazed at how amazing my first post-divorce rebound was. I sit down on my couch and text Audrey again, when I'm distracted by another notification.

It's a match with Michael.