Days would go by and not a word from Harold. Then when my frantic mind came to a crawl I would get this robotic text from him. His texts would be brief but yet give me a window of opportunity to talk to him. Years of this, led me into a spiral of confusion. I had yet to fully grasp that I was not seen as the prize, he was.
One day I received another robotic text from Harold. Instead of responding with my cheerfulness I shunned his reintroduction and went back to sleep. The next day I felt as if I had new bold blood through my veins and I began to think in a new way.
One quick swipe on Tinder and within a few days I was in Greece sitting at a cafe waiting on Alec. The crisp blue sea became a romantic back drop which complimented his eyes as he approached my table. Quickly he searched me through his smile and took me by the hand. I know I wasn’t ready but yet I was so ready. Laying on his bed, Alec kissed down my body then softly blew wet kisses on my pussy lips. My thighs cradled him some but he kept pushing his tongue in and out of me. For a moment I thought about Harold, then I thought about me as Alec made my wish come true inside me.