Cj & Me

Author’s Note: This is a story of a journey, from the mid 1960’s until June 2021. Through heart ache and pain, so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, [I hope] but it is blended into the context of a life’s journey. I’ve tried to make them as real as they were for me at the time, although sometimes my memory fails me. So this story is based on facts, some fiction [to protect the guilty] and many, many fantasies. The place names are real, as are the people. The names of certain people have been changed but they are as real as you and me. In the early part of the story, I have had to jump several years as literally nothing happened.

CJ and I starting chatting in pre-pandemic 2020. I was 67 years old. CJ was teenager going on 30.

I had, at various times, read many stories from the talented authors and often wondered where their ideas came from. It never dawned on me that real life experiences can make interesting reading. This is our story, CJ a teenager and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many drama’s such a relationship can have.

After reading some very explicit lesbian love stories, I shook my head. There is no way these sorts of things can happen to people like me. I took a faithful step and decided to go into the chat rooms, to have a look around. To see what this site held for the likes of a 67 year old, lesbian. A Domme, very much a butch dyke, that’s old time terminology. I grew up as a tom boy.

My story from the beginning.