Jackson Jambalaya

After a two and a half year stint of celibacy, I recently decided enough is enough. I looked around and told myself I’m not getting older, I’m getting better. At least, that sounds good, doesn’t it?

I have always been fortunate to look younger than my age, so I decided to use it to my advantage. There’s a really well-built 25 year old I see often with dark hair and skin, who had been flirting with me from time to time, or at least I thought it was flirting. I’m so out of practice it’s hard to tell! I decided to take the bait and go fishing.

At first I told myself I’m an idiot. What 25 year old wants a 40-something year old woman? Women in Mississippi just don’t do that, or if they do, it’s a scandal on the gossip grapevine, at church, at the gym, at Char – well, you get my drift.

One day he surprises me and asks if I can get free one night on the weekend. I hesitate momentarily, but then tell him I am free on Saturday. I give him directions to my house and we make plans to text, etc., when it’s close to the pre-arranged time.

On the night of the date I am a nervous wreck. What the heck do I do with a 25 year old? I can’t decide if I should wear something sexy, something comfortable, or what! I end up wearing a black tank top and black shorts – something in between.

He arrives at the door and I can barely make it there to answer. I am shaking inside like I’m in high school. I open the door and he is standing there all cute and young and I’m really surprised he actually showed up. We sit on the couch and make small talk, while I’m sipping my second glass of wine to calm my nerves.

I’m sitting there trying to decide what to do next when I feel his lips on mine. My hands touch his hair, his back, his muscular arms and I feel flush all over. He touches me gently on my face, my neck, and feelings long forgotten, surface. Things quickly become more intense and we find ourselves drawn together, grabbing each other’s clothes, and I feel light headed. He talks in his sexy, very deep voice and tells me how long he’s wanted me, how much he wants me, and I tell him I want him too. I close my eyes and begin to enjoy the journey, not sure of the final destination, but let me tell you, the final destination was somewhere I’ve not been in a VERY long time.

Before he left, he stood in my kitchen eating chocolate chip cookies, with his tussled black hair and a remaining glint of moisture on his body. I stand there looking at him, still not quite believing just moments before we were exchanging bedroom dirty talk and enjoying the raw physical pleasures so rarely enjoyed so fully.

Everything about my time with him is like a dream, or of swimming in murky waters, but after it was all over, I have to say, DAMN, I caught a big one………………..

And yes, he’s been over again. Maybe it’s time to switch bait and see what else I can catch. Stay tuned for updates.

So ladies, stay open to experiences out of your comfort zone. You just might find yourself smiling again, even when there’s no one around………………