Dirty Weekend.

in August 1988 my mother and I traveled to Southend on Sea with the soul purpose of getting away from family and neighbors, getting booked into a cheap hotel and having sex.

We traveled down on the train, our feelings for each-other that had been building up for a few months started to boil over, holding hands, kissing, loving all the odd looks from fellow passengers who'd noticed the obvious 22 year age gap, and getting lost with each-other. We spent the afternoon in arcades and pubs, we ate chips from paper on the seafront and over night had the best sex I can recall, it lasted for hours, well into the small hours, it was slow, tender, loving and very special. Our orgasms were incredible, we slept in each-others arms.

The morning was miserable, wet, and we felt remote from the world. It felt almost like grief, we had our moment and it was gone... We both knew it was very circumstantial and a one time offer. the train home was quiet, we sat holding hands, we walked up from the station holding hands... We let go before we turned in the end of Jessop Road, one last kiss and it was gone forever, that golden moment.

She's gone now... I'm long since married but what a memory.