I’ve been connected to one of my college flings on socials for a long time. She still crosses my mind with embarrassing frequency and I reminisce about some of our fuck sessions and how fucking amazing she was.

She’s married with a few kids. Still has a beautiful face and the full lips I used to enjoy wrapped around my cock. She got some surgery recently and got herself in better shape. Posting pics of herself in a bikini showing off her progress.

I don’t know if I was just extra horny or what tonight but I shot her a message from a burner account. I was nervous about it. Knowing I was being wildly inappropriate messaging a married woman to tell her how I still think back on the times I had the privilege of enjoying her in college. I added that she was still gorgeous and her interest in me back then gave me enormous confidence in my relationships with women. Ended the note letting her know I was happy for her and she deserved what she had.

I didn’t really expect her to reply. But she did. Telling me her interest was peaked and asking who I was.

Wanting to stay anonymous, unsure if she would immediately share our communication with my wife, I replied vaguely that I was just an old college fling who has clearly lost his mind by sending her that message.

She pressed in, asking for just a hint.

So I wrote a poem about the first time we fucked, when she sat on my lap and asked me if I planned to pull the string on her shirt to get her undressed. Which led to the me seeing her large bare breasts for the first time, followed shortly by some frantic sex in my bed.

I held my breath after sending this. No going back now.

She replied shortly with a guess, thought I was a former bad boy with an artistic side and the magic fingers 😉.

She was actually leaning in, I was fucking turned on.

She thanked me for thinking of her and told me she wished I was happy as well.

I replied that she was the one that made my fingers magic, and that she was still cool as shit all these years later.

She told me the poem was fire, and made her smile.

I replied well fuck, now I’m imaging her sexy fucking lips smiling at me. And I sent her another poem about her being on her knees, squeezing my dick between her tits and bouncing up and down joyfully.

She replied back with a wink, hearted my comment and wished me sweet dreams.

I replied they absolutely would be now, and I meant it.

I think tomorrow I’m gonna be direct and ask her if she was enjoying chatting or if she would prefer I stop. Definitely wasn’t sure what to expect and am surprised at how that all went down.

Guess Im not gonna stop thinking about her anytime soon.

Do you think this was an inappropriate communication by me, her, both of us or all good? Would love to get your take.