We've been involved for a few months now, and things had been going amazingly. I was truly happy for the first time in...I don't even know how long. You've been the confidence boost and revitalizing energy that I didn't know I was missing. You're so engaging to talk with, and I love the unique insight and perspective that comes from being with a woman half my age. I love your sharp and biting tongue you have, and the confidence that comes from embracing who you are and what makes you happy without worrying about the thoughts of others. And the sex...oh my God the sex.
We established safe words our first night together, and yet they haven't once been uttered. Our chemistry is the best I've ever been with. The fact that my suggestions and ideas have been met with complete enthusiasm and further encouragement is gratifying in a way I never thought I would experience. Three years ago, I was in a dead bedroom marriage with a woman so frigid I should have worn a jacket to sleep. Now, I had a beautiful little 20-something nymph sitting on my lap who pouts at me if she thinks I'm taking it easy on her sexy little body.
But we had mostly been in our own little bubble. I had met your roommate and best friend before, but that's very different than me hosting a party for my friends, the youngest of whom is still significantly older than you. You'd never admit it, but I could tell that you were at least a little anxious about making a good impression. So I did everything I could to ease your mind.
When you got out of my shower, your outfit for the night was all laid out nicely for you on my bed: A red mini dress that that covered the absolute bare minimum and hugged your perfect figure, fishnets with a fun pattern interlaced throughout, and matching sheer lacy bra and thong set. Earrings, a collar, and red jeweled butt plug were your accessories for the evening. We shared an all-too-quick kiss in the kitchen before the ringing of the doorbell snapped us out of our trance.
"Well, are you ready?" I asked with a warm and reassuring tone, but my eyes averting towards the door let you know that we can't keep our guests waiting either way, and a firm smack on your ass sends you on your way to the door as I tend to some food in the oven.
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Here's a kink list if you want to peruse the menu. I'm pretty open to a lot of different directions this can take, so I'd love to hear your thoughts and ideas. Left our looks completely open, so let's figure out what we're both looking for.