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longer,” Michael said. “Quickly: lie down. I know this night is all about you, but I want to give you something to remember me by. And, by God, I’m ready to blow.”

    I slid down the seat, sensing what would come next, making myself ready. As Michael pulled his tight white underwear down, his penis plunged ahead of him heading straight for my breasts. I quickly took my breasts, burying his penis in their splendor. As I roughly fingered my beautiful mounds, sliding his wet member up and down their valleys, I still managed to be aroused and amazed. It was less than a minute, heaving and bucking, that Michael took to come, leaving his sticky sweetness all over my mounds, like Baileys on ice cream. His mouth found mine and our bodies and mouths succumbed to one another in sweet surrender. His hands were in my hair and on my face and he kept murmuring between kisses, “Oh, Angela. Oh, Angela.”

    And then our time was up. We had arrived back at the Hotel Vancouver. We quickly slipped on our clothes and coats, and after Michael paid the driver, we stumbled back into the hotel. I was looking like a hot mess, emphasis on the word hot.

    “I’ve taken the liberty of booking you a hotel room,” Michael said to me, guiding my elbow through the revolving door. “I thought you might be a little too spent to go home.”

    Where did this man come from? There was nothing I wanted to do more than plop into some ridiculously luxurious bed with soft pillows and clean sheets.

    “What time is your flight?”

    “Sooner than you might think. I’m afraid I might have gotten a bit carried away. Here is your key,” he said, slipping his hand out of his pocket. “I have to leave now. Right now. I’ve got the taxi driver waiting.”

    He took one last opportunity to leave a final crescendo to the evening. “Angela, I do believe you are the sexiest, most divine woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I don’t think I will ever be able to top this evening. Thank you for that.”

    He gazed on me one last time in raw appreciation.

    “No, Michael, thank you.”

    It was unbelievable and perfect. I knew nothing about this man, Michael, who whisked into my life, dazzled me and whisked out again. Where was he from? Who knew? What did he do? I didn’t care. All I know is that my brief encounter with that man has made me into a sexual powerhouse and there is no turning back.

    I get up everyday feeling attractive and sensual. I dress and act like I am a goddess. Men believe that I am. I have never met anyone quite like Michael again, but I am a good teacher, and I am a woman who gets what she wants.