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pliant submissive, in as many different sexual situations as I could imagine, until the release that had eluded me before finally coiled up inside me when I saw her sweet, soft lips on my hot sex and her pink tongue licking me.
    Although it was Mark who was doing that to me with three wicked fingers inside my trembling flesh and his delicious tongue, all I saw was a certain blonde. I gasped and cried out when a massive climax hit me. I clenched my inner walls, gripping Mark’s hand, as his tongue flicked over my clitoris. I writhed on the bed and wailed as loud as I could. My throat got sore. All my muscles tensed up then relaxed again sending a sweet feeling of release through my body as they did so. I felt faint when countless waves of pleasure rose up and washed over me threatening to drown me in that sea of lust Mark had created around us. My whole body trembled as shivers ran up and down my spine. My breathing was elaborate and I whimpered as Mark sat me up on the bed and held my convulsing body against his own. His attempt to soothe me was sweet but not very effective because my whole frame shook. Not in a bad way at all, though. I hadn’t had such an earth-shattering orgasm in ages. I ran a hand up and down his back and cupped his cheek with the other one. I stared into his gorgeous eyes then kissed him softly on the lips. It was almost chaste but my taste was still strong on his mouth and I smiled against it.
    “Thank you, Mark. I needed this so badly .”
    H e moved me up the bed and settled my sated body down on the pillows, gently. I fell asleep at once, dreaming of Cindy’s soft body pressing against mine.
     
    * * * *
     
    When I woke up, I was alone in the hotel suite. Mark had already returned to the office. I didn’t mind it. I preferred it that way and he knew it. You must remember I said my relationships were strictly sexual. No strings attached, no emotions involved. It was easier to keep them like that if I slept alone. It was as simple as that. Even when he came over to my apartment, I never let him stay the night. We didn’t have a romantic relationship. I didn’t want that. I didn’t need that complication. He was an interesting guy with whom I had sex with. That was all.
    That was why I ignored the little pang I felt in the pit of my stomach as I stretched my body under the sheets. Certainly, the bed seemed empty because it was bigger than I had thought. It had nothing to do with waking up alone in it. I lay flat on my back and relived my encounter with Mark. Staring at the ceiling, I remembered how much pleasure he had given me, so selflessly. He had always been a generous lover. I had to give him that. He was a willing submissive when we role-played and a caring, eager-to-please lover when we had sex.
    However, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there had been something disturbing in the way I had climaxed fantasizing about the new girl. I’d never been with a woman, not even during my years in the Catholic boarding school I went to in Boston. I turned around and buried my head under the pillows. “What is going on then?” I asked myself and tried to figure out an answer. I had never had this kind of reaction to a woman either.
    I t would have been understandable if I had done so during college. People experiment all kinds of things when they leave home for the first time. And that would have been even expected from me. I had lived a very sheltered life until I finished high school. I was an only child to very wealthy but absent parents. They had sent me to boarding school to protect me because they were never around. When I went away to Harvard I could have tried to make up for all the things I had lost. Only, I didn’t. I guess my nose was too deep inside the books to pick up on anything else going on around me. I got annoyed by the loud parties my colleagues threw because they disturbed my concentration. I was a nerd like that.
    Now, I was caught off guard by these confusing, yet