That first kiss was not an accident. You had pulled me into your room earlier that day to display your large walk-in closet in which I didn't make a move because I still had my inhibitions, I missed my cue. After the beer kept flowing and more laughs were to be had I felt comfortable enough to take what I wanted, you.

The rest of the weekend you sent mixed signals but were always the one to initiate any means of contact. Waking me while I was asleep, stroking my leg with your foot and other small but suggestive acts. The rest of the weekend was filled with us sneaking around trying not to be found out yet ultimately anticlimactic.

We said our good-byes and parted ways. Only to maintain contact through various chat forms. Then, while I was overseas, you poured gasoline on a dwindling fire.

"Do you reddit?" "I have heard of it but don't know much about it" "Well you should make an account, and check out user hot_thang"

My heart nearly erupted from my chest it beat so hard when I saw pictures of you on display for the world to see. I had a few months left in Afghanistan, and you gave me the motivation to wake up in the morning, to see if there were new pictures.

That was two years ago. We had a few exchanges here and there over the years, and then I cut you off. You didn't understand why I wouldn't want to talk to you. It was then I told you how I felt about you since the first time I saw you, you’re intoxicating.

While true I am married to the woman I love and those boys are the greatest thing to ever happen to me but our history was prior to those events unfolding and not easily forgotten. I agreed to meet you at this bar for various reasons, trying to convince myself that this, what we are doing, needs to end but that argument gets drowned out the moment I saw you. What I feel for you is not love by any definition. I simply felt a connection and as you called it, became infatuated. But the problem with infatuation is that by definition it is short-lived. So I cannot explain the chemistry I feel for you, it might just be how our stars align that keeps me intrigued.

While sitting next to you it doesn't take very long for me to want to get the hell out of this place. It is slow and there are so many dead eyes looking around aimlessly that the fire that burnt in my eyes frightens them. I merely finish my drink, get up and head for the door without saying anything. You with concern ask, "Where are you going?” All I have to say is, "Let’s go". You’re hesitant but I'm not waiting so you quickly catch up to me. We get in the cab and I tell the driver the hotel, then I turn to meet your gaze. I lean in slowly for a simple kiss on those luscious lips of yours. You want more but I pull away. Don't forget who is in charge here. I sit back in my seat while you are stirring in yours so I place my hand on your thigh and guide it up and under your dress, you wanted me to have easy access. I slid my fingers under your panties to find your velvet pussy already dripping with desire. I slowly massage your clit and get my fingers soaked in your juices which I can honestly say made my mouth water. Then the cab stops, I pay the man and we head towards the room. Once at the door I pin you to it and kiss you like I have wanted to and begin to work my way down your neck. I give you the key to open the door and once inside....