It all started when your husband left you. Of course you felt so vulnerable and unwanted. But there was more wasn’t there? That deep seared anger over having wasted “the best years of your life” on a man who had been a cheater and a liar, who always seemed to have an excuse for not wanting children, and always made you feel bad for bringing it up until you silently accepted it.

He’d emotionally worked you over until you’d discarded the style of your youth. The provocative black clothes accented with chrome studs, chains, and buckles. The ripped jeans and leather jackets. The chokers and fishnets. The dyed hair and wolf makeup. The Hot Goth you thought he’d fallen in love with.

He pushed you to get a corporate job and pursue education so you could help him pay for a more lavish lifestyle. Made you feel like you had to contribute financially when all you wanted was to be a housewife and a mother.

He’d made you feel unwanted, as if your body and your age were never good enough for him. Like you were tainted. As of you hadn’t matured into quite the cougar.

Worst of all, after all that, he cheated and left without even a hint of remorse.

But now you’re free. Free to be yourself again. To rediscover that morbid humor loving, slightly brooding, lusty, sexual inner goth you’ve hidden away.

Free to make sure your body is so sexually appealing you’ll never question it again.

Free to find a man who’ll pamper and spoil you the way you deserve. A younger man who loves an older woman with that twisted dark and dirty personality, with wit and snark, and some intelligence.

A man who’ll do nothing but fuck and breed you endlessly as he provides you with the home live and babies you’ve always wanted. Who’ll watch horror movies with you then pound you until you’re both to satisfied to walk. Leaving you leaking cum from the one place you’ve always wanted it, deep inside your womb.

I think I’m that man.