I can’t think of a time in my life when I stopped without getting interrupted. I send a text, “Honey, just wanted to let you know that I started t... take care of myself, but I did stop. I can’t believe I did, but hope this helps.” A few seconds later, I receive. “GREAT JOB, baby, I’m proud you stopped. I think this is a great idea.” The next day, I have a full day of meetings and conferences and a work dinner and get back to the room, exhausted and a bit drunk after a few drinks during dinner.. She was now divorced, her husband had betrayed her shortly after my leaving the firm. I asked her for a rendez-vous in a bar, during which we came us nearer. She said: “Since my divorce I had never a man in my bed, I never fucked, and that is now 12 years ago; and sometimes I am so - so - hot - so - so - I am really horny!” Tears ran down her cheeks. I tried to comfort her. She sobbed.“That I don’t understand,” I said, ”you are an attractive woman. There would be men …”She interrupted: “Yes,. ” I open the door wider so that he can walk past me. He heads straight towards my room and sits down on the bed. I sit down next to him then he pulls me on top of him. I start to kiss his neck softly as his hands explore my body. I rub his chest and feel his hard muscles and I feel myself getting excited. “You looking really sexy in that lingerie.” He says against my face. I kiss his lips and sit up to respond to him. I laugh, “I know I picked it out just for you baby.” I roll my tongue over. Letting go off that and letting someone enter our core seems so intimate, like a meeting of souls. My morning boners are also ultra-hard. I loved getting taken like that. My therapist had second thoughts about how she took things without asking. My therapist kept steering back the gentle suggestion that sex often happened instantly and before I even fully consented. We’d have a fight. My dick would be in her pussy before I could rebuttal her argument. To the untrained observer, there may be.