Caught Red-Handed

I was at a conference this week and met a colleague named Alex who is in his late 20s. We hit it off over coffee breaks and ended up back at my hotel room that night. The moment we got inside, there was no more playful flirting, it was clear both of us wanted the same thing. As soon as I closed the door, he pushed me against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of me through my clothes. His fingers were nimble and quick, undoing buttons and zippers faster than I could follow. We stumbled onto the bed, clothes flying everywhere in a chaotic mess. He entered me without hesitation, filling me up completely. It was intense, passionate, we both knew it wasn't about commitment or love but pure, raw desire. And damn did it feel good to let go like that. Afterward, we lay there panting, looking at each other in the post-coital haze, and I couldn't help but wonder: is this normal for a woman my age? Am I just being reckless?