There is something so liberating about blogging. I can write my darkest dirtiest secrets and put it out into the wide world of the internet but yet, no one knows me or probably reads it.
Sex after divorce rocks by the way. It's not just good sex, it's sex you never knew was out there. I never had a good sexual encounter with my Flotchy, Sure we had sex, maybe once I came or thought about it. We were two dysfunctional 30 somethings trying to please each other. Add no communication and the outcome sucks.
After the divorce, I met a black God, BB I'll call him. He had me at hello muscles and charming smile. We met at a party through friends and I was not looking to hook up. A few beers later yep, on the back deck over looking a lake and his hands in my hair and around my waist and just all the fuck over me. I was done.
We didn't make love that night. We did start a friendship and sex followed until he moved away. We haven't seen each other since but, damn, he opened up a world of good sex and more importantly, treated me like a queen. I miss that guy, BB. I miss you. My heart will go on thanks to you...
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