Back when she used to walk these same blocks in her young 20s, she was an art student at Parsons and Manhattan was the source of her inspiration. While she loved her children and the security of her home in Long Island, any amount of excitement or passion that may have existed in her marriage had evaporated with the weight of responsibilities and obligations. Her husband used to bring her little gifts and write sweet notes he left for her, but now he spent long nights at the office and was away so much on business she hardly knew what kind of life he was living away from her, and for sure didn’t remember the last time he existed fully inside of her. She fell in love with the man who used to run his tongue over the sweet spots between her legs, but that man didn’t have the time or patience to perform such acts anymore. These days, most everything revolved around the kids – and though the love she received from them was more than enough to fulfill her soul, it had been a long time since she was satisfied in places that touched beyond description.
