Twilight

She sat at the bar in her favorite club and watched Lisa flirt and play with anyone daring enough to show an interest. They were friends. Had been for as long as she could remember though they had long ago stopped counting the number of years. Neither was considered young any more even though they still felt as though they were in their mid-thirties. Their bodies were no longer perfect, their hair peppered with gray and their faces beginning to show the permanent creases that would only increase in number as time marched on. This was the time of evening that those in the vicinity of their ages came out to play because they knew few if any of the late evening crowd would even look their way. It didn't matter if you were Dom or sub; it didn't matter how willing you were or how hard you played. None of it mattered and it hurt. Dammit it hurt!