First post, be kind
Ok, about 10 months ago I broke up with my girlfriend of six years. Cue much misery and woman hating. About 3 months later I had driven home for a few days to help my mum move house. She leaves a note on her front door for me to go to the local as she is in there. In I walk and she is sat with a couple of her mates. I sit down , introduce myself and have a couple of jars. After closing time, its all back to my mums for a some wine. Anyway to cut a long story short, one of them turned out to be 36, (I'm 26 mum is 55). As people slowly went to bed, we were left alone and after 3 bottles of red. It was agreed that she would take my bed and i would sleep on the sofa, then changed that i would sleep in a sleeping bag on the bed.

I could see what was coming but didn't anticipate the ferocity. She had clearly used her extra 10 years to learn a few things i didn't know and by god I enjoyed them. Coupled with her lack of children she had the body of a 25 year old and the mind of a porn star. No sleep was had.

The worst thing was the next morning, the amount of piss take I got from my mother who had heard the majority. Not a conversation I ever expected to have with her.

Anyway, this carried on for the 3 days, I then went to hers in Liverpool and basically broke her as I had a lot of pent up energy. Then she turned.

Agreed to go see her again a few weeks later and she told me she loved me, cue me on the first train outta there and feeling very pleased with myself for getting 4 days of fantastic, dirty, life-affirming sex and a perfect excuse to stop when i wanted.

Apologies for the length. (But she didn't mind).
(richtherobot, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 20:41, Reply)