Caught in My Feelings Post-Divorce

It was a Saturday night at work, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my marriage had been over for a long time before it actually ended. My ex-husband, we'll call him Mark, left me for someone else. I never thought I'd end up here, alone and wanting more than anything to feel alive again. A regular customer, Alex, came in looking especially charming tonight. We’ve had our flirtations over the past few months, but nothing serious ever happened because of how recently everything went down with Mark. I couldn't resist him anymore though, our eyes locked across the bar, and I knew exactly what I wanted from him. He nodded when I asked if he could come upstairs after closing time. It was just like old times, but this time it felt more honest, more real. Once we were alone, Alex didn’t waste any time. His hands ran over my body as his lips found mine, hungry and insistent. I felt so damn turned on, I hadn't let myself feel that way in ages. I pushed him onto the bed, my fingers finding the zipper at the back of his jeans, pulling them down. My hand slipped inside, stroking him through his boxers before they too were off. His length was hard and ready for me, pulsing against my palm. I straddled him, feeling how he fit perfectly into me as we both moaned loudly. It felt incredible, each thrust making me feel whole again somehow. Our bodies moved together in a way that spoke louder than any words ever could have. Every touch, every kiss, and every breath was pure desire and release. When we finally came, it was like everything that had been building up inside of me since the divorce broke free. I felt alive, more alive than I had in what felt like years.