I just hoped I would get the chance, that my message would provoke a response, and open up a door. I had to stop half-way through, and I swear I came harder than I had in years! exactly my type, just like my ex-wife. I’d been getting annoyed while watching porn, that was how it started. I re-read what I’d written several times over, trying to see it from her perspective and hoping I was treading the line of being flirtatious without being creepy. but not in nearly the proportion as I’d expected to see based on experience from the rest of the internet. I grabbed my phone and moved over to the wall, snapping a few quick selfies in emulation of her own. It was no easier on me the following day. And, more to the point, just like Astrid, too; my own teenage daughter, who at that very moment was laying in her bed just down the hall!
