When I first saw you months ago I knew I wanted you. You didn’t know you wanted me until a few weeks ago. Maybe it was wearing my hair down, maybe it was seeing me outside of my usual drab uniform, but I caught your eye. We had talked days before about the night we’d be drinking together, joking about pinching and flirting, although in the undertone we both knew we were serious.

Our drunken night together was exhilarating. I am rarely that bold but I knew that if I was ever going to have you, it’d be that night. Without thinking, you kissed me, and that was it. The heat built up in my body and I knew I had to have you in that very moment.

My lips memorized every inch of your body, kissing your soft lips, tracing my way to your breasts, and then tasting your very core. My body quivered with excitement as I made my way, roaming all over, not wanting to miss an inch.

I could feel the excitement coursing through you too, as you touched me. As you remarked over and over again on the beauty of my body: my scent, my taste, my curves. We were in awe of each other during those hours. I told you of my fears of inexperience, and you gently guided me to give you pleasure. You eased my fears by encouraging me, letting me know how good you felt. Giving advice on how to make our pleasure better.

When you entered me, it was slow and gentle at first. Quickly building into a rough, savage coupling. You bit my neck while I clawed at your back, trying to get even closer to you as you took me to amazing heights. You moaned and kissed me as my body shuddered and writhed underneath you, proud that you could make me come for a second time.

It ended soon after that, and since then I cannot get those images out of my mind. At odd times of the day I smell your scent or have a flashback to that night. While my feelings for you are nothing but platonic, my sexual desire for you has never been higher. I was not satisfied by the one night; I crave more of you. You have unleashed a monster within me.

What is most confusing is that I don’t know if it’s just you I want, or just the touch of a woman again. Either way, I know I want you to kiss me again.