3. Post-Divorce Exploration

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Hey, I was hoping we'd match. A week has passed since my last Tinder date, and I started to get bored of the men showing up on my phone. So I decided to lower my age range settings to 23.

I figured, why not? And now I've matched with Robin, a 23-year-old musician. I just couldn't pass him up.

He's a redhead, that sexy, dark, Auburn sort of redhead, and he's got one hell of a nice beard and blue eyes that make eye contact directly with the camera. His profile reads, bass player, coffee enthusiast, submissive, looking for mature women. Let me buy you dinner.

I knew I had to take the chance. I mean, really, you can't get much more enthusiastically consenting than this, right? He wants to sleep with an older woman, and I'll even pick up dinner for the privilege.

Still though, I feel like I'm taking advantage of him in accepting that offer. So I type, no need to buy dinner, but you are of legal drinking age, right? I'm 23, thank you very much.

But really, it's no problem. I can pick up some sushi if you want. I'm all right.

I'm hungry for something else entirely. Come to mind? We go back and forth on the details for a little bit, and finally, he's on his way.

My anxiety has all but dissipated over the last couple of weeks, and despite my apprehension about our age gap, I'm feeling pretty good about this whole casual sex thing I've got going on. When the doorbell rings, I'm ready to go. We make a few moments of awkward small talk, but get down to business pretty quickly.

I know he wants me to take the reins, and it's a sexy change of pace for me to do so. I lead him to the bedroom by his belt loop and knock him backwards onto the bed. I start unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, kissing the exposed parts of his chest in between as I go.

I linger just a little longer on each kiss as I go further down, and by the time I reach his belt, I'm moaning softly into his skin as I feel myself getting wetter. Please. Please what? Please touch me.

I grin and pause, teasing just above his belt line. Call me mistress. Ask again.

Please touch me, mistress. When I get his belt and pants off, leaving only his boxers, I decide to tease him a little bit before going all in. I gently stroke his dick over the fabric, watching him shudder and moan.

I love a good moaner. It helps me figure out if I'm doing a good job, and I'm a slut for positive reinforcement. I change my grip, adjust my pace, figure out what's making him tick, and when I find a good balance, I reach through the slit in his boxers and keep it up, only pausing briefly to take them off and put on a condom.

His dick is stiffening even further in my hands as I start to move up and down his shaft with a firm grip while spitting on it. Yeah, you like that? Yes, mistress.

I kiss his collarbones, his shoulders, his pecs, and even start to bite a little for good measure. His noises of pure bliss and satisfaction are keeping me going. I can't take it anymore.

I need this nice stiff dick in my pussy now. I straddle his hips and angle his dick inside me. There's no resistance.

I'm soaking wet, and he slides right in. I start riding him, nice and slow to start with. This feels so good.

Put your hands over your head for me. Yes, mistress. I grab his wrists and pin them against the bed.

Then I continue riding him, fucking him harder. My own moans are getting louder as they tangle with his, and my hips are moving faster as his dick thrusts deeper and deeper into me. While enjoying the sensation of being filled, I see my panties laying on the bed right next to him.

Open your mouth. Yes, mistress. Without skipping a beat, I stuff my panties in his mouth, and he responds with a muffled moan.

The look on his face is pure bliss, and that really turns me on. I continue riding him and loosen the grip around his wrists so that his hands can explore my body, feeling him being appreciative of every inch. He cups my breasts and grabs onto my hips as they bounce on him.

I'm close now. I lean forward so that he can thrust into me faster. Getting off from vaginal sex would be a first for me, and I want to savor this feeling as long as I can.

I don't have much more time to ponder it, though, because his breath is quickening. Yes. Yes.

I'm on the verge of my first simultaneous orgasm. It's so fucking hot. I'm getting closer, and he's getting closer, and I know any second I'm gonna.

.. Jesus Christ. My pussy is clenching, throbbing against this young man's dick.

He's kinda cute, really. I'm panting as I dismount, laying down beside him in a sweaty, blissful mess. The last few days have been the thrill of my life, and I feel like I know who I am now.

I'm a sexually empowered, newly single woman who can have any man she wants, as long as we both swipe right.