One day while scrolling through one of these apps I recieved a message from an older man named, the only name I ever knew him by was his screen name, ...Ben. I read his profile and found myself strangely wanting to know more so I responded eagerly, we chatted for quite some time, and I found out that Ben was fifty two years old, he had a 9-5 job, a house of his own and he was very comfortable with me being so much younger than him - I was eighteen at the time. Much to my disappointment he made no. I explained to them about differing therapies that are too detailed and unwarranted for this story before asking them a few pertinant questions."Mrs Franklin," I asked, "Do you really want to stop behaving the way you do?"She chuckled to herself in a tone I'd describe as antagonistic. She was not a willing participant. Failure was imminent."I suppose I should," was all she could muster. Her attitude was convincing enough though.I then asked them when the video that they'd made had been filmed.. For example: pain relief, depression, insomnia, anxiety, sexual arousal and more. This blend he tells me is for anxiety, sexual arousal, and gives a person an all over physical relaxation but does not make the user sleepy.He steps up to me, leans forward and reaches a hand around my neck and pulls me into his kiss. Damn! Only the 2nd guy I have ever kissed and he feels and tastes better than almost every woman I have kissed. Soft, fierce, perfect lips with a determined probing tongue promising. And then he was completely on top of me.His eyes found mine. Eye contact is such a dangerous thing. We settledinto a slow, deep fuck, maybe even love making. We kissed until we werebreathless. I was overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all, even a bitemotional, which was somewhat surprising. Perhaps it was my irritationbefore he got there, mixed with his desire to please me so completely.Perhaps I’m treading on some edges of feelings. I’m not sure.I actually don’t know how long we stayed in that.