After showering and dressing they went out to the car and he drove to the beach. “I’m not going swimming though”, she said, watching his face fo... some kind of expression. “Well neither am I”, he said, in a rather amusing tone. When they got to the beach they just sat in the sand, looking out at the water. “It’s nice here”, she said, he nodded and looked at her. He put his hand in hers and kept it there, lying down in the sand and pulling her down with him. The sand was warm and soft and the sun. I have totally forgotten Alex. The poor man is still stroking, a look of desperation on his face as he chases his elusive orgasm. I reach up and gently replace his hand with mine. He is not at all hard, but not totally flaccid. I remember with a twinge of sadness how it used to be, how hard it would get, how he could control and prolong his erection to give me…and so many other women…as much as they needed, and then give them then more.I sit up so that my face is level with his crotch. . I also now made changes to my sexual life. I cut out all but two of mylovers. I purchased a large vibrator to compensate. I no longer snappedmy fingers to compel Georgie-kins to eat me. No: now, I simply pointedand asked him: "Georgie, please eat me. Now. Here."I began tickling him with a feather instead of a leather flogger. Iremoved the duct tape and let the chastity cage fall off; I didn't evenhave to unlock it. Hmm: not Leroy. I couldn't afford to have all histattoos removed but I managed. Plenty of guys asked (she still could turn an eye), but they were politely rejected. She just hadn’t felt ready. And then along came Paul.They had met at the local coffee shop. Both were getting their caffeine fix before work. The physical attraction was undeniable.But even then, she played it cool. Just a smile and a hello that first morning. It would be two weeks before they had their first date. And tonight would be their third.What Lisa didn’t realize as she primped in front of her.