It was difficult to find somewhere to have sex with my beautiful lover Eliot. He was 27 and lived with flatmates. I was 48 and lived with my three kids, a Cockerpoo and an angry ex-husband I still had not officially divorced.
Seven months ago Simon had moved back in to the family home to lay claim to it; the only benefit of this arrangement was that I could stay out for the whole night. But the hotels that Eliot and I were forced to go to all added up.
So I was relieved when Eliot suggested I come over to his.
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