Magdalena was a woman that lived alone and loved to have her space and independence, she wasn't particularly beautiful but she did have chestnut hair and light blue eyes which glowed with the fire of mischief. She had a short frame but made sure to look after herself with plenty of exercise to compensate for the sedentary job which she did. She didn't shy away from having friends around her house frequently and she knew many people thanks to her social network and the events she frequently went to for her job and in her private time.
At the moment she was in a holding pattern in her love life, with a guy that she was seeing from time to time, yes friends were fun and to be cherished in the grand scheme of things but when it came to certain things, friends just weren't enough and so she had someone she called when she needed to have some intimacy but they both knew it wasn't going anywhere. It was an empty situation and she was still looking.
Living in London she knew life was completely different to the outside of it and operated at a much slower pace that what she was used to or how she wanted to live. Even those reaching their forties and fifties, in the big city, didn't want to settle down keeping to cohabitation rather than making it official and spending the money instead on holidays, tattoos and other recreational hobbies which made them much more interesting people. Or they were initiating divorce, to get their freedom back after 'x' amount of years and kids had been put in. It was a place of contradictions and Magdalena had become accustomed to the sophisticated chaos that the city presented. She knew even her home country couldn't hold a candle to London and so she loved being there and could forgave some of the things she had to do just to survive.
From time to time she would rent out a room in her spacious house, the additional income didn't hurt and she kept very busy with her job which was done from the home office as much as possible. On the occasion, once every two weeks, she had to go to the office and actually see colleagues but for the most part she enjoyed a comfortable life as a marketing executive for a big fashion brand. she had worked there for the past 15 years, clawing her way up the ranks through sheer grit and also smart alliances. She had never taken it to the point of pulling down her panties for a promotion but she had worked extremely hard and shown loyalty to the company which was fortunately rewarded rather than taken for granted.
Far away from the office, she was at home where she could monitor things whilst curled up with hot coffee and respond to the emails and phone calls without having to put on trousers to cover her thong. Hell some days she worked and in-between emails and phone calls she would be watching some of her favourite shows. HBO had some of the best crime dramas full of sex and violence, which kept her attention for hours on end and the sexier the show was, the better. Boardwalk Empire had been one of her favourite shows, the suits, the refined-hard-edged-masculinity on display had set her to dripping.
Erotic energy was one of the things which gave her life purpose and Magdalena was willing to admit that without a shred of shame. For some people it was their families, their spouses, their cats or dogs but for Magdalena it was good sex, sensuality, eros which really brought her to life and kept her in a good place, looking after her mind, her own needs as a woman and also supporting and helping those in her family and friend circles. She enjoyed giving them gifts on Christmas, checking in on people, hosting birthday celebrations and even inviting some of them to the gym with her, so that the sweet suffering didn't have to be done alone.
Anyone that knew her said the woman trained hard in the gym, she might have not looked particularly impressive lying there in the fluffy dressing gown in the conservatory, a steaming mug of coffee next to her but she actually had a great body. She was going 3 to 4 times a week and had a nice shape to her physique, taught yet full in all the right places, a pair of buns with a nice bounce to them and a pair of breasts that still defied gravity and drew the attention of men her age and those younger. She pursued a life of culture and pleasure with an intensity which most people didn't understand and she wasn't about to slow down and explain it to them either.
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The Mature Privilege
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