Shut The Fuck Up And Do What Daddy Says

I had an affair with my sister’s husband twenty years ago. They’re divorced and he’s calling me now. I’ve been married thirty five years but I can’t stop thinking about the sex I had with that man. We’re meeting for lunch next week. Am I bad?

Are you bad to meet him for lunch? No.

Are you bad if you have sex with him again? Well, yes, but I don’t judge. Only you can decide what it’s worth to you.

The sex would be incredible though. All that pent up energy, years of fantasising and unfulfilled desire. Can you imagine when he feels how wet you are? When the tip pushes in and he holds it…teasing those twenty years just a little longer till you’re begging him for more. Being reduced to a whimpering, simpering wreck by a man who has craved you intimately for decades. The risk heightening every moment and sensation. The sound of your sex echoing down the hotel corridor as you finally feel the satisfaction you desperately want.

my kind of party