This might come across as more sad than anything. It's a tale of lost love but it also relates to the best period of my life, so it's a positive for me to look back on.

I'm a 51-year-old Scottish man. I started going grey early, so I've heard plenty of times that I look even older. Pirita was a 31-year-old Finnish girl and the 9 months we spent as a couple were a pleasure for me.

I always had a feeling it wasn't going to last, so I made sure to enjoy it while it did. I tried to dive into Finnish culture with Pirita helping me explore. I got involved with her family and learnt a lot about life over there. Knowing it would end, I tried my best to enjoy her soft body too, treating her well but getting all the pleasure I could out of it. I tried to lean into the more open attitudes toward nudity they have over there, enjoying lake skinny dips and clothes-free time in the garden with her.

Pirita's got a kind nature about her with a lot going her way. It wasn't surprising when she moved on in the end.

It was a normal relationship at the time. There are some angles to it that I love to look back on though, like the fact I really made use of the feeling of her soft lips on my cock all that I could. The fact I was acquainted with her friends was brilliant too, knowing they were all aware of what I was doing to Pirita in our spare time. I put my all into enjoying things in a sexual way. Maybe recklessly at times. The memory it left me with feels great.

I'm far from dating any 31-year-olds at the moment.

Christmas brings my mind back to Pirita and there's lots I can't discuss with others usually that I want to test the waters with.

Curious, talkative people preferred.