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March 21, 2025 – April 11, 2025
After tacos, the sexual current between Violet and Jerry came back quickly.
A few mornings later, Violet texted him.
“Don’t be a stranger you owe me some morning 🍆”
Jerry did not answer that day or the next. Then, on March 25, he finally replied.
“Yes, I do. 😘”
By then, the gaps were familiar, but they never landed the same way twice. He could go quiet long enough for Violet to feel the shift, then come back warm, funny, or suggestive, and everything between them would tilt again.
The sexual thread between them felt playful, mutual, and alive.
Violet had already told Jerry he made her feel safe. After sex, there was usually tenderness and quite often snacks of the bachelor variety – random junk food or candy. More often, they stayed close afterward, quiet and tangled together. Sometimes they talked. In the mornings, when they woke up, he would almost always press up against her and kiss the back of her shoulder. Sometimes they woke up wrapped tightly together in a sweaty cocoon.
On March 27, she told him she had lots of ideas. “Promise to share?” he asked.
“Maybe if you behave yourself.”
“I promise to share if you do,” she added. “I know you have ideas too.”
“You know I do.”
The next night, the conversation moved in and out of ordinary life. Then he mentioned taking a bath, and the tone shifted.
“Bubbles??” Violet asked.
Jack replied with “No panties?”
Then, almost immediately, he added, “No bubbles.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Violet answered. She told him he had a good imagination.
“I appreciate the compliment,” he wrote. “It helps me escape the monotonous boredom of life.”
That was how Jerry could be. A flirtation became a doorway into boredom, longing, imagination, and the way he saw himself moving through the world. At the time, Violet liked that mix. She liked that he could be funny, suggestive, and oddly philosophical in the same exchange.
On March 29, Jerry asked Violet if she wanted to share ideas that night. “No, I’d love to,” she wrote. “Let’s put our heads together 😘”
She told him she had a surprise for him. “Are you coming to see me?” he asked.
Violet had just gotten out of the shower and was trying to figure out what to wear. He said he was going to walk to the store right quick.
Then he wrote, “Wear something comfy.”
She headed over and told him to let me know when he was home. Then she got there, and the house was dark. “I’m here where are you???”
“How far did you walk?”
“Do you need me to come get you?”
He had made it home from the store, but he had fallen asleep.
The anticipation had to make room for the practical reality of waiting on him. That was part of being with Jerry too. He could create a mood before she arrived and still disappear into his own exhaustion.
That night, the pressure he was under came into clearer view. Mediation was scheduled for April 11. His divorce was still unresolved. Visitation and custody was still painful and uncertain. His DUI court date kept getting pushed back, leaving everything suspended.
He sounded stressed and tired of waiting for consequences that would not arrive cleanly, decisions that would not settle, and processes that kept stretching out ahead of him.
When they finally became physical, he tied Violet again before they had sex, and after he fell quickly asleep, she also fell asleep, still tied. In the morning she asked him to untie her so she could use the bathroom.
The next week, the surprise stayed alive between them.
Violet sent him a photo of the evening light outside her house. He said he wanted to bring his drone sometime. She told him he would have to join her for a walk in the woods. “Is that when you’re going to show me my surprise?” he asked.
“I do love being nude outdoors,” she wrote, “but the surprise is more of an inside event lol.” Then she added, “Tell me a good evening and we will make it happen.”
The surprise became its own thread. It was playful and private, Violet enjoyed that he was wondering about it.
On April 10, with mediation scheduled for the next day, she texted Jerry. “You need some stress relief.”
“How did you know? 😉” he answered. “Maybe tomorrow?”
Violet told him she was omniscient. That night, she sent something softer too.
“Be gentle with yourself tomorrow,” she wrote. “Virtual hugs now and long in person hugs soon.”
By the next afternoon, mediation had fallen apart, cancelled at the last minute. “Blah. I did get to work today though. ☹️” Then he turned toward their plans.
“Looking forward to seeing you later tonight! Just let me know when you’re heading this way. I won’t fall asleep early. lol”
Her own day had been awful, but seeing him still felt like something she could look forward to. It gave the day a different ending.
“You want to make sure I’m rested up for tonight?” he asked. “Can’t rush the surprise gotta make it last 😘” Violet replied.
He asked for a hint. “I feel like it should already be super obvious,” Violet told him.
He had no clue. “I’m willing to be surprised,” he answered. “See you later!”
She loved surprising him, which wasn’t easy. She wore something playful enough to feel almost ridiculous and daring enough to make her heart race. Violet had never done anything like it before, which made it feel private, funny, and super hot all at once.
At 9:38, she texted, “On my way shortly.”
“Sounds good,” he replied. “I’m relaxing in the tub, but I left the door unlocked. Don’t tell strangers!”
The door was unlocked. He was already in the tub. The scene had started before she arrived. “It’s really cold out,” she wrote.
“It’s warm in here,” he answered. She was five minutes away.
Later, after a fun and adventurous night of sex, Jerry told Violet she had introduced him to a fetish he hadn’t known he had.