Stavanger Bay [m] dracaena trifasciata

He was… forward. But Ty did not object to such things. She preferred it to dancing around endlessly, though she was not above some playful banter before joining with her lovers.

I like my men, she replied, her voice low in her throat. Truth be told, she had only ever had men of similar age, but she had the freedom now to do as she wished. Ty was without strings, a woman well into her prime, and she was curious what it would be like to let herself into a younger man’s arms.

You like your women… seasoned? That was the word Casanova had used.

She barely heard his name.