Wildfire says things like “I love being inside you” and “Your pussy feels so good.” I think about this in the middle of the day, sitting at my office computer and reviewing edits to my technical writing. He’s thirteen years younger than I am and tattooed. Under his forearm and wrist tattoos are some straight scars I might not have noticed outside of the closeness of my bedroom. We don’t have much to talk about, but we don’t do a lot of talking. When we first fucked, I told only a few friends. I thought they might judge me, but they love that, fresh into dating after the end of a painful, twenty-year-long marriage, I have a man under thirty who loves being inside me and thinks my pussy feels “so good.”