After The Divorce...

It's been two weeks since I signed those divorce papers... Two weeks without his touch. Today felt different though, like maybe I was ready for something else. Came home, took a quick shower... And then I opened my laptop to that anonymous kink site I've kinda kept bookmarked. Posted what I needed and within the hour, someone messages me back. We set up a meet in a quiet motel room on the outskirts of town. Arrived, they're already there, waiting for me in just jeans and a button-up shirt... Opened my door to their eyes looking over me like I was everything they wanted. It started with slow touches, hands tracing down my sides, exploring every inch of skin that wasn't covered by clothes. Then it got quicker, harder. We were both craving something fierce... Climbed onto the bed, him on top. Felt his length pressing against me, waited for us to lock eyes before I guided him inside. It was rough and fast, our bodies slamming together, breaths mixing into a primal rhythm. Afterward, lying there in silence, just catching my breath... Never felt more alive or free. The divorce has been hard, but this? This is something new, beautiful even.