After Work Relief

Just ended my shift at the coffee shop today, feeling utterly drained but oddly liberated by the divorce. Walked straight to this place I've been eyeing for months, a no-frills bar near the office where everything is quick and raw. Met her there, Sarah, in her twenties with an air of confidence that cuts through the usual afternoon buzz. We barely exchanged pleasantries before diving into it on one of those booths tucked away from curious eyes. Her hand was steady as she undid my pants, fingers immediately finding what I needed without a hint of hesitation. She guided me towards her, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces meant for nothing but friction and release. Felt the warmth of her skin against mine, her breath quickening as much as mine did. It was simple, no romance or pretense, just two people needing to be free of everything else for a few moments. I left feeling strangely light, even more determined to move forward with my life now that there’s room for whatever new experiences come next.