Friday night turned out to be an exciting night. I did indeed go out dancing as planned and I did consume a moderate amount of alcohol. As for what happened next...
as most of you know I do have a tendency to go out with younger men on occasion. I generally have an age cut off at around 30 years, no younger. Well...on Friday I did make an exception. He was 25. I don't think I will be bending my rule again, I just don't have the energy, lol.
After an incredible night (and most of the next morning) of wild sex, during which I was bent into positions that I didn't know I could bend into...I am still in recovery.
It has been suggested that on my Birthday I take a slower, gentler approach to celebration. One more fitting to one of my 'advancing' years. My dear Vicus, fuck that! I am not ready for the raisin ranch yet, thank you very much.
To my LRP friends, I am sorry that I missed our coffee on Saturday, but I did have to sleep sometime.
Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 1:35 PM
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