So...the casual encounter..left me a bit shocked. I had done something very rude and very risky. Had to take stock and remember I was a mother, married, career girl...

So, I tried very hard to be a good girl. But the computer beckoned and I met...well I didn't...I wrote to someone who was so engaging and just grabbed me completely. We wrote and wrote and wrote. It was amazing...weird but amazing. I began to have feelings for someone I had never met but the writing continued. It was so damned good. In fact it was so publishable. Humour, banter, fun, intelligence, attraction, arty, witty....and very very steamy!

We had not even had a conversation...but I remember the morning we did. I was alone in my room...he texted me...one of 30 or 40 texts a day...

Later, he confided, 'I felt like the spotty teenager trying to chat up the Prom queen.' He did not need to worry. I was caught. Hook line and sinker.

He called the whole thing off...I wept buckets! God knows why! Then he reappeared and tentatively the meeting, our meeting, our night together was arranged. But our writing was still ardent and passionate and wanting. There was something I had he wanted and something I desired that he had.

Train arrived...Darcy...I had modelled him on the Austen sex god...was at the wrong platform!
I stood, waited in my smart navy pinstripe, high heeled boots...heart pounding... and saw him...striding towards me. So tall and lovely and safe. It was at that point I knew I would fall in love with him if I did not keep that distance.

Arms open, around me...a gorgeous, firm kiss...took my hand , my case....and took the lead.

Short taxi ride...spilling out at the hotel...several floors up and lovely suite. I walked in...

'You look good on the dance floor...'

The song was in his head. My body was in his arms...he had changed rooms..just for me...
Tipping me back onto the vast white bed...the feeling of his urgent kisses and urgent mouth between my thighs...which he raised high and then wide..then he sank between them. I was still fully suited and booted...as was he...
My underwear still on...he kissed it, licked it...it was heart racing heaven. I wanted him.
My shirt...undone
my bra...undone...
my skirt undone..
his belt...
his trousers...
my mind ...
my heart...
his urgency...
my need...
undone over and over.

Then...he entered me...my deepest most intimate part...this was not a fuck. This was something more and I embraced it. All of it. All of him.

Wrapping my legs high around him I remember his movement and his depth. Intensity, passion and closeness that drew us dangerously together...

My mind froze..I stopped breathing when he gave me such an explosive orgasm...

I was not just one person and I reached and stretched and cried...the bottle of water on the bedside table crashed to the ground...I saw it...heard it only later. His body totally wracked with pleasure and passion....

This beautiful man, my Darcy, changed me forever.
And now he is gone.
I still dream of him. I miss him. I want him still and he is so stubborn...well...I admire him too.
But he knows that... and life moves on.
Memories don't. This was the first of only three meetings with him...but he consumed my world. We had a year of our lives completely overlapping in desire and engagement. I would not change that for anything.
Thanks babes.xxxx