Hi all! I’m a 43 year old bisexual woman from Florida. Open to men, women, couples and I guess just about anything else, which says a lot I think about my open mind and also just as much about the real hoe phase I have been in since my separation.
Either way, let’s chat!
We begin at the cutest little coffee shop you have ever seen, in the type of gentrified neighborhood we all know. The type of place where nose rings outnumber baristas, and a small murmur comes across the room whenever someone dares to order a black coffee. Do they not matcha?
That woman in the corner? That’s me. My name is Sarah, not that you know that yet. I’m in my early 40s and comfortable with that fact, even if I do drive 15 minutes out of my way to come here twice a week. For the vibes, obviously.
My hair is long and brunette with low lights, worn down today and straight. I’m wearing a pair of light wash denim and a white bodysuit, a blush pink cardigan open and hanging loose against my 5-7 frame. Typing away at my laptop as I sip my drink and take in my favorite place in the world these days.
Why is that? It’s for you to figure out, as there is an open chair on the other side of the table. The shop is getting busy, and I wouldn’t be selfish if someone asked to share this space.
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Very open to what this could be, from a meet cute becoming sapphic desire to something darker. I love surprises, after all.
Met this guy through a swipe. He was in his early 50s, a few years older than me, but had the whole salt and pepper silver fox thing going on. He was so damn smooth, too. Within a day of chatting we had made a coffee date. And that went amazing. Flirty and casual but clearly a connection.
I’m not proud of it, but the second date was him coming to my house and me having lunch made then fucking his brains out. Was it weird he said he couldn’t really date at night? Sure, it was. But I believed his reasoning.
This went on for a few weeks, until I finally got the nerve to ask him - are you married? He said yes. Had all the excuses and rationalizations ready. I was so angry. How could I do this? It had to stop immediately.
But … that dick. That connection. That feeling of pleasure he gave me. A week after his confession, I broke down and texted. He came right over and ate my pussy like he was starving. And told me I was a nasty girl who couldn’t resist, all kinds of dirty talk. And me just nodding along, knowing I am that whore.
A cherry red nail circles the rim of my dirty martini glass, as I look around the room. Admiring everyone in it, the energy and the vibesfrolic in nature.
Couples and singles, enjoying a night that promises to be what they wanted when they chose to come to The Palace, an invite-only sex club that has no Internet presence. A woman dressed in only panties wraps her toned thighs around the pole and twirls, as the appreciative crowd surrounding the platform claps.
In another corner, I spy a dance floor, a steady beat filling the room. A spiral staircase along the way, leading up to the second floor and a long strip of public and private rooms.
I’m dressed in a sheer black lace dress, the silhouette framing my curves, teasing at the naughty bits while revealing so much else. A pair of 5” strappy heels on my feet. My long blonde hair in curls, with big gold hoop earrings and a matching necklace dangling from my shapely neck.
My name? Sarah. You may know that, already. You probably don’t. It’s kinda more fun if you didn’t, right?
I’ve been coming here for years, I can honestly say, but this is the first time I have done so with no ring on my left hand. Just in time for summer, it’s a new, sluttier me.
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My kinks: Kissing, teasing, being seduced, being watched, being shown off, threesomes, group sex, cheating, casual drug use, oral, anal, toys, rough sex, light BDSM.
Reply in character. Show me you can write. I’m bisexual so open to more than just single men responding to this.
It started a couple of years ago, when I was still married. We’d go out on the boat alone or with some close friends and I’d end up losing my bikini top. At least temporarily.
But as we broke up and I made new friends who party a different kind of way out on the water, it’s become permanent. By the time we are turning on the engine I’m pulling on that string and letting go. It feels amazing and has led to so many great encounters. Both with people in our boat and in others.