Up until 2 years ago, I’d only really had 2 sexual encounters. George and I took each others’ cherries and were inseparable for 2 years during sixth form, until university separated us by 232 miles.
Then I met James. Our eyes met across a beach at low tide on a first year field trip and we didn’t look back. 11 years later our beautiful son was born. 3 years after that we went our separate ways, and agreed to co-parent our boy.
I never really had those footloose and fancy free years exploring my desires: wild sexual explorations, regrettable one night stands, last minute trips to the sexual health clinic -you know – single adult fun?! I skipped over that and found myself in a loving but not terribly sexually satisfying relationship. I’d assumed my fantasies and desires would never be met.
Single and sexually charged
So when at the age of 33, I found myself single, sexually charged and with a few child free nights a week, I decided it was time to set sail for sexual adventure.
So although yes, I’m a single mum, don’t come here looking for parenting advice, or tips on coping as a single parent. I don’t want this blog to be defined by my status as a single parent. This is about a journey of empowerment and a search for sexual fulfillment (I hope!).