The End of an Era

Just ended a long-term relationship with my colleague, Sarah, who was in her early forties. We had the kind of finale that only comes after years of familiarity and routine, predictable, yet still intimate. Last night, before we parted ways officially, I pushed aside all professional decorum and let myself get lost in the carnal details. Her skin felt like silk under my fingers as she guided me into her body with practiced ease. Every thrust was a reminder of what we once shared, a connection deeper than just classroom lectures. It ended messy, frantic, and raw, far from poetic or pretty, but absolutely necessary.