I’ve always had a thing for older men. something about their confidence, experience, and the way they carry themselves just does it for me. there was one man in particular who always caught my attention—someone who’s known me for years, always around, friendly and polite. it wasn’t until recently that i realized those lingering glances and subtle smiles might mean more.

one evening, after a bit of laughing and sharing drinks, i caught him watching me, eyes dark with something deeper. brushing it off with a playful smile, i headed to the bathroom to freshen up. as i adjusted my lipstick, the door quietly opened behind me. there he was, closer than he’d ever been. he whispered how much i’ve changed, how grown up i’d become, as his hand settled on my thigh. i didn’t hesitate. my fingers found their way to the button of his jeans, my body thrumming with the thrill of crossing this line.

we both knew it was a moment that would alter everything, but neither of us stopped. that electric pulse of desire was too much to resist.