After a breakup, there’s a lot of sexual tension built up – especially when you end up with someone that has a high sex drive. Shortly after my separation, I created a Facebook profile and began adding people that I hadn’t seen in years. One in particular was a guy that I hadn’t seen since my early 20s, because he’d gone into the Marines and we’d lost touch. He was eager to meet up again, but it was too soon for me emotionally to want to meet up with anyone. Besides, I was still technically married and living under the same roof as my ex. Too many complications for me to indulge in something new, but he was very persistent and didn’t seem to respect my need for space at that time in my life (red flag #1).
I blew him off until a few months later when I saw an article I thought he’d enjoy and messaged it to him. He’d deleted me as his Facebook friend! (Red flag #2.) He thanked me for the article and began asking me out again. I was hesitant, but for whatever reason, there was something about him that I was attracted to. I think there was sexual chemistry even over the internet. By that point, I was ready to “meet for a drink” at a local pub. He looked great (we’re the same age) and the chemistry in person was definitely there.
We decided to go back to his place. When he opened the door, I was taken aback by the odor of stinky dog. He had two dogs he kept caged up (red flag #3) and apparently didn’t spend much time training them. Still, the sexual chemistry was so intense, and that was my reason for being there.
After only a few drinks, he grabbed me and kissed me very passionately. I could feel myself melt and my panties getting soaked. We moved from his patio to inside his house, basically ripping each other’s clothes off and strewing them about the floor. It had been about 20 years, but I remembered now why was attracted to him – he had a huge cock and knew how to use it. We ended up in his guest bedroom fucking so hard the king-sized mattress ended up halfway off the bed, my head almost hitting the floor as he pounded me. He kept mentioning how wet I was and realized the mattress was soaked. I don’t think I’d ever been that wet during a sexual encounter in my entire life.
Mind you, I hadn’t had very much sex during my relationship and had only hooked up a couple of times since separating (nothing too memorable at that point, which is why I’m calling him my first fuck). It was the BEST sex I’d had in years. Even thinking about it now gets me hot and bothered.
But there were other things about this Marine that had red flags written all over. I ended up nicknaming him Psycho Marine to my friends. I will write more about him later…