I knew things were getting real when her leg started rubbing against mine under the restaurant table.

Surrounded by work colleagues she looked me straight in the eye and moved her foot higher, reaching for my inner thigh.

This new sales rep certainly want shy.

And then she was gone - well not literally gone - but her attention was on the others around me. Chatting, laughing, flirting.

She took one guy's hand and jokingly pushed it to her breast. She giggled at another and put her arms around his neck.

Drinks were flowing. Another shot. Another challenge. My eyes were blurry, head fuzzy.

Had it been my imagination? The foot, the look, the chemistry?

"Another round" someone called and I knew this would be my last. My room beckoned and this night was only going one way, if I opted to stay.

Shot glass to my lips, "cheers", head back, throat open, a grimaced smile and I headed for the door.

The quiet, calm of an empty hotel room welcomed me in. I staggered inside and slumped into a swaying chair, still thinking about the beautiful brunette.

How stupid could I be?

And then, a buzz in my pocket. A message. A confirmation -- it wasn't a dream.

"Room 275", I texted.
The reply "I'm coming".

Heart pounding, blood racing, penis pulsing -- how could 10 minutes take so long?

And then a knock and a shout -- damn she really wasn't shy.

I opened the door and the beauty stepped in.

Kissing, fondling, groping.

Clothes ripped off, hands exploring. Mouths licking and bobbing and sucking.

She mounted like a pro -- thrusting, grinding, moaning.

And then it was done.

We chatted for a while -- sharing drunken secrets - and dozed trying to sober up. I held her naked body. She nestled into the crook of my body.

Sometime during the night, we parted ways. Memories of a night of passion already beginning to fade.

It wasn't a dream but was it real?

It's been a month since we touched. And I hardly think about you at all.

And that's ok, because I'm strong.

Our conversations have been polite, professional, formal.
And that's ok because I'm focused, goal-driven, hard-hearted, thick-skinned.

And yet, at times I wonder about your motivation.
Were you clinically calculating? Collecting credits? Storing secrets? Archiving ammunition?
Was I the temporary pursuit of pleasure? A challenge conquered? A notch on your belt?

Could there be a hint of attraction? A faint glimmer of genuine feeling? In moments of weakness, do you think of me? Reminisce?

It's been a month since we touched. And I hardly think about you at all.

Other than every second of every minute of every hour of every day.

And that's ok, because I'm strong.

Love this...

Please don't stop

Feeling a bit warmer here ....

Dear Hazel - I'm not sure I know how to ...

The best honourable member I've heard from in quite a while...