Long Flights

I met him on a 16 hour flight, about 10 years ago.
 
He was 40 then.  
 
We spent time exploring one another during those initial 16 hours, enough to meet several times for breakfast, lunch & dinner post the flight, right before he planted himself in the depths of me.
 
I needed sex, without the burden of playing house, doing his laundry, and carrying the additional responsibility of modifying my current commitments & lifestyle choices.
 
Truth be told, I think I've been on my own too long to be the kind of woman that a man keeps as I rarely play for keeps.
 
I've never been a ‘kept woman’ per se as it’s not something I’ve ever aspired to become.
 
I always chased that piece of paper to enable me to attain a profession, and my own independence, while juggling raising my children, and navigating my way through a broken marriage.
 
We discussed our individual needs and various boundaries, and agreed upon a D/s contractual arrangement.  
 
There was no financial obligation, just an explicit exclusive contract between a pair of hedonists, outlining our sexual proclivities for mutual pleasure.  
 
The experience changed the dynamic of the way I viewed a relationship, between a man & woman.
 
He was methodical and process driven in his day to day walk.  
 
In exchange for sex and his consistent affection, I made myself emotionally available to him to nurture his fractured psyche.
 
As he aged, he wanted companionship, and I took a long flight, and never returned.

Once bitten, twice shy... is a crippling idiom.