A little background about me, might at this stage me useful. I am Mark a newly divorced Londoner who is rediscovering life and starting out afresh. After years of deeply unsatisfying, resentful sex, my wife and I went our separate ways, she enjoyed the company of her phone, I was wanking for England.
As our sex life had deteriorated to the point of being non-existent I had rediscovered the joys of masturbation. Sometimes I became aroused watching porn sometimes my own imagination was all I needed. Whichever way I was enjoying myself and feeling that wonderful release on a regular basis. And then I discovered Lush Stories.
From the moment I realised that I was in good company and that there were plenty of like-minded people out there. Sex had become an infrequent occurrence, a low priority chore for my wife. On this site, I was among friends. Many of my new friends were women and I felt free to ask questions and build relationships based on a mutual interest in sex and erotica. The freedom I enjoyed on this site often left me in a state of considerable arousal. There was only one outlet for it and I enjoyed it immensely.
Older sexually confident women were my best friends. Women who were not afraid to discuss quite frankly what they liked and what turned them on. Sometimes I would read a message, occasionally I enjoyed live chats, the site offered the opportunity for both. My confidence grew and grew and I felt comfortable asking questions about the most intimate matters.
Off the site, I had discovered an old colleague who after she lost her job had moved back to Ireland to look after her father. We had always been friends and flirted with one another but nothing ever happened when I was married. We started messaging regularly on Facebook and eventually, we got round to talking about sex. She said that she had always fancied me and I admitted that I now wished I had done something about it.
One evening after both of us having enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine we lost our inhibitions. She said she wanted to be tied up on my bed. I told her I was getting hard at the thought.
She asked me to get my cock out and start playing with myself. I complied with her request.
She asked if I was naked. I soon was.
I asked if she was? She replied that she was scantily clad in a vest and knickers. I asked her to take her knickers off. She said she had. I asked if she shaved her pussy. She replied that she left a little bit on top. My hand was a blur by now. We both masturbated to climax, I shot a massive load that landed on my chest in a huge puddle. She replied that she was soaking wet.
For days afterwards I could get hard and quickly cum, just thinking about our cyber session. We decided we were going to keep it like that for now. I wanted to call her but she asked if we could just keep messaging.
Several sessions followed and we both enjoyed playing with ourselves as we indulged in our mutual fantasies.
I should point out that while all this self-pleasuring was going on I was trying to rebuild my life. The fitness regime I had embarked on worked wonders. I quickly lost weight and rediscovered energy and enthusiasm for life that had withered as my marriage disintegrated. With that rebuilding came a renewal of my libido with unfortunately only one outlet.
I did try online dating, and can only describe it as a disaster. Maybe I picked the wrong site but I found it very hard to make a connection. Most approaches I made were met with either rejection or no reply. That would have been perfectly understandable if I had a third eye in the middle of my forehead, but I’m not a bad looking guy and my approaches were always polite and courteous. Those few women I did meet were not who they purported to be. Some used very out of date photographs. Others were alcoholics, others needy in some other way.
I met one very attractive lady and we hit it off immediately. We enjoyed several dates and got on well. It was only when I tried to kiss her that she announced that she was no longer interested in sex or any kind of physical relationship. Well, I’d been there, done that. after a while, I cancelled my membership and deleted my profile. I wasn’t getting anywhere and the constant rejection was eating into my confidence and well being.
My evenings and sometimes mornings spent with my right hand were, on the other hand, most enjoyable. There was always a new Lush story or message to get my imagination going. I think the creativity of my fellow site members made it far more enjoyable than say Pornhub. I found that the picture galleries and GIFs on the site were just so much more immediate than traditional porn.