I met Denise for dinner at an Italian restaurant after we exchanged messages on a dating site and texted for a few days. I arrived early and sat at a booth from which I had a clear view of the entrance. When she got there, I recognized her instantly from her profile pictures: tall, long blonde hair and slim, except for an amazing pair of tits. She was wearing a tight fitting burnt orange dress that showcased her hourglass...

I had a dream about John fucking me senseless before I’d even met him in person. My name is Denise, and at that time I’d been unhappily divorced for almost five years. I wasn’t unhappy about being divorced, not at all. My marriage descended into a living hell very quickly, and my only regret was not pulling the plug sooner. Rather, my unhappiness stemmed from my post-divorce relationships. There had been three, each of th...