Part 13: Bitten

At Peter’s private guesthouse, we wasted no time getting down to business. It felt like so much tension in our bodies when we finally consummated. He was nothing like Dan – gentler, more mature, more expressive, encouraging me to be more than myself. I wanted to be all that he would appreciate and remember for a long time. I wanted him to regret being married to someone else so I must have exhausted myself in the little knowledge of romantic sexual intercourse that I had come to know. I had experienced aggression about intercourse I never want to remember and the gentle side that Dan graced me with but this aggressive passion with Peter was the best of both experiences. … More Part 13: Bitten

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Part 12: Bites worse than barks

“An hour is fine. I’ll just freshen up and get ready”, I spoke before I could let my thoughts out loud.

         I was in his office. It was after 5:30 in the evening. Quite a number of the office guys were trooping out of the building when I got there. He came out of his office when he sighted me through the wooden blinds. He was on a call though. He kissed both my cheeks one after the other. I would have blushed but he didn’t give me the privilege of doing that. I was also somewhat embarrassed that he would do that in the open office where a few other people were. … More Part 12: Bites worse than barks

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