I'd had enough sleep by four o'clock that morning. He was snoring and sound asleep, so I felt it was the greatest moment to slip out. I'd phone a taxi and catch a ride home before he woke up, saving us both the awkwardness of having to make conversation the next morning. We didn't even know one another's names - could it get any stranger?
Before leaving the room, I had to grin as I glanced back at him, who was sleeping sweetly. He was stunning, and we'd shared something the night before. We had a connection, at least on a bodily level. Our body had communicated in ways that we couldn't have done verbally.
It was undoubtedly an experience I will never forget. He'd given me more than just an orgasm; he'd shown me that there were other guys out there. Men who would find me appealing. Even
