Back in the day, a confession from my wife.
My wife has told me of something she did before she met me back in her past when she was 19 years old ...
It is 1995. My wife is young, carefree and she has a boyfriend who is the only man she has ever gone all the way with, so not promiscuous in any way.
A nightclub in the north of England, student night, cheap drinks and sticky carpets, she is out with a group of friends. She's wearing Doc Marten boots, short denim skirt, tight vest top, no bra, with a large checked overshirt. She meets an older man and they seem drawn together.
Soon, without many words being spoken, she finds herself in a dark corner of the nightclub with this guy, hands exploring, bodies pressing together.
What happened next? Well, with a vague smile, she tells me she pushed him back on the booth seat, undid his belt, hitched up her skirt and straddled him. Reckless, raw desire in the heat of the moment.
One of her wildest memories, buried but never forgotten.
Ever had a partner with a secret like that?
It is 1995. My wife is young, carefree and she has a boyfriend who is the only man she has ever gone all the way with, so not promiscuous in any way.
A nightclub in the north of England, student night, cheap drinks and sticky carpets, she is out with a group of friends. She's wearing Doc Marten boots, short denim skirt, tight vest top, no bra, with a large checked overshirt. She meets an older man and they seem drawn together.
Soon, without many words being spoken, she finds herself in a dark corner of the nightclub with this guy, hands exploring, bodies pressing together.
What happened next? Well, with a vague smile, she tells me she pushed him back on the booth seat, undid his belt, hitched up her skirt and straddled him. Reckless, raw desire in the heat of the moment.
One of her wildest memories, buried but never forgotten.
Ever had a partner with a secret like that?
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