She left. Finally. Weeks after the papers were signed, she came for her last box of shit. At last.

I grunted as her car drove off, no doubt to whatever fuckshit she found to match her own fuckshittery. Last I checked, it was some dude called Derrick or Devon or whatever dumbass name that exemplifies his shallow personal presence, only to be dumped himself in a fee weeks for someone even more vain.

Ugh. I couldn't care less. Sharon was over. That was over. And because of a variety of stupid mistakes on her end, I didn't even have alimony payments over my head. My exhausted smile grew as wide as the door frame as I shut out the world.

Some months later, I had settled into middle-aged, suburban bachelorhood. Making my own schedule beyond the office, having a fair amount of disposable income materializing into new toys like a car age a motorcycle, and finally finding the time to hit the gym. At 42, I felt like I could hold my own, my college days as a swimmer not failing me, but with some extra time for selfcare, I was only doing better.

But... well, look, I'm still a man. I'm not looking, but I still have urges. Growing urges, really -- heh, it's gotta be the exercise. I'm just... still sore. And it would take certain massaging to burn that pain away.

I'm sure someone is like that out there.

So I had this idea for a prompt where, say, my character and their neighbor or a friend of their daughter's or someone similar fall into a weird relationship that helps us through mutual personal turmoil, and we can develop it from there, whether it becomes more romantic or a fuck buddy/sexual release arrangement. I'm thinking my character will be around 42 (or anywhere between 40 - 47) and yours can be college-aged (21 - 26), but I'm flexible.

My big kinks are creampies, rough sex, spontaneity, oral, anal, passionate sex. Limits are water sports/toilet stuff, feet, excessive pain/violence, choking.