Post-Divorce Hookup Was Intense and Unexpectedly Revealing

I was really down after my divorce finalized. The paperwork had all been signed, the house sold, and I found myself in a hotel room with nothing to do but think about how much my marriage failed me. Then I met someone at a bar who seemed interested, probably saw me drowning my sorrows. We ended up back at his place late that night, both of us just needing comfort, warmth, something tangible after the legalities and bitterness. The sex was intense, both of us were lost in the moment, maybe trying to prove we weren't ruined goods or relics of failed marriage. His hands were everywhere, my body responding against my usual guarded instincts. I could feel his desire pressing into me as he kissed down my neck and chest. When he entered me, it was a shock but also oddly freeing, no worries about commitment, no expectations or fears clouding the moment. Just two people finding release in each other's arms. At one point, we paused and looked at each other, both probably thinking 'what is this?' But instead of stopping to figure out what that meant, we started again with renewed vigor. There was something about breaking through walls together that felt powerful, raw, exhilarating. It left me questioning a lot about my past choices and future desires. Was it the freedom from my marriage's boundaries? The thrill of uncertainty in a new relationship? Or simply just letting go and enjoying the moment without looking back? Thinking about it now, I realize how much that night shifted my perspective on sex and what I'm ready for moving forward. It was more than just post-divorce comfort; it was the start of understanding myself again.