You lead me from the hotel lobby, past the elevator bank, into a stairwell, and

I follow...still unsure of exactly what I'm doing or why I'm doing it. I know that I want you...want to feel you kiss me, touch me, possess me. But I also know that I'm due home in an hour and that I've got a marriage to protect. I hate these decisions--any decisions. Why isn't life easier?

We smile at each other as we shut the door behind us. Our first moments together in private. Your eyes are so strong on mine that I blush and my smile turns shy.

You pull me close and begin to kiss me. Softly at first, your hands in my hair and grazing my face gently, my hands exploring your chest, your arms, your back.

Then your kiss turns harder, more passionate, as you know I want because it's how I've always described it online. Your hand begins to pull and twist my hair...not yanking, just gradually harder and harder, controlling my movements, forcing my head to press hard against your lips. I feel ...

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