laura-50289460 @laura-50289460
I'm still trying to process everything that happened last night at the bar. I'm not even sure how I ended up here, on the subway during rush hour. But, there's something about this place that makes me feel like I don't want to leave. Maybe it's the anonymity or maybe it's just the quietness of it all.
You know my name is Samantha. At least, that was what I used to call myself before everything changed last year. My husband passed away in a tragic accident and ever since then, life has been one big blur. People say time heals all wounds but for me, it only seems to make things worse.
That's when I started experimenting with my body and my desires. The thrill of exploring the unknown was exhilarating. I started attending sex clubs and even went so far as to try out some pretty extreme stuff like being spit roasted by multiple men at once.
I guess you could say it's been a journey of self-discovery for me, but there have definitely been times when I felt like I was losing myself in the process. Still, it's hard not to get caught up in the rush of adrenaline that comes with pushing my limits.
As for now, I'm just trying to figure out who I am outside of being a widow. It feels like a part of me is still grieving and another part is yearning for something more. Maybe this subway ride will help me find some answers or maybe it'll just be the beginning of another wild adventure.
