Caught Up in the Moment

I was at an art gallery opening, pouring my heart out through a sculpture series on divorce. The pain was palpable, but as I stood there talking to a friend about it, a stranger walked up with this intense gaze and asked if he could see more of my work. We moved into a private room, and the way his eyes roamed over me made my skin tingle. Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately, hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. His fingers slipped under my dress, stroking me until I was slick with desire, moaning as he pushed me against the wall. We didn't stop there; the hard thrusts and grunts filled that small space, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm until we climaxed together. Now I'm wondering if it’s normal to find solace, and pleasure, through such intense encounters after a major life change like this.