I am a 34-year-old single woman, five feet six and 130 lbs, with a slim but curvy figure.

I was divorced three years ago, after spending 10 years with a man who was unable to express any emotion. (I have since discovered that this is true of most men.) After about two subsequent years of totally enjoyable, indiscriminate fucking, I began to take stock of my situation. For a midwestern girl raised in a conservative rural town, I was finding sex to be an unlimited, always beautiful experience. However, something was missing.

I discovered what this was one warm April morning, when Garth, the husband of a business associate happened to come into my office. This rather surprised me, since we had very little trade with his organization. We conversed casually, and he invited me out for a drink after work. There was... Read More