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far too close to my back door, which startled me and I jumped. “Don’t worry, Ms. Saul, we won’t be doing that until you’re ready.”
    Ready for what? That? Oh shit! He undid his pants then I heard a condom being unwrapped. Suddenly, I heard a humming sound from behind me. I felt his hand on the back of my neck. He slowly entered me with one pleasing thrust. I cried out his name as he filled me completely. He laid his body over my back and I felt him reach around to my front, placing the humming device on my clit. Electricity shot through me as I cried out in pure ecstasy.
    “That’s it Ms. Saul, let it out.” I couldn’t take anymore, bathing his penis in my juices.
    “Oh yeah, baby, you feel so fucking good.” He pumped me until he found his own release. I was still reeling from my own mind-blowing orgasm when he pulled out of me. He untied my hands and removed my blindfold, scooping me into his arms and sitting us in a Lazy-Boy recliner. “You are very submissive, Ms. Saul. I like that a lot,” he whispered in my ear. All my mind could do was drift as I laid my head on his shoulder, still reeling in an orgasmic haze. He was kissing my cheek as his phone buzzed from within his pants on the floor. Setting me on my feet, he answered the call. He had a brief conversation with someone on the other end and hung up. “Sorry, baby. I have to leave.”
    I sat in the chair, limp from the mind-blowing sex as he gathered his things and kissed me goodbye. I had had sex before but never had it ever felt so incredible—so naughty. I was surprised at how much I loved his control. The domination made everything more erotic. Am I a freak? I shunned the thought from my brain. The better question was—is he a freak?
Three
    An hour later my phone rang. I looked at the screen: “Dr. Jeffery Petersen.”
    “Hi Jeff,” I answered.
    “Hey baby, what’s going on?”
    “Nothing. What are you doing with your day off?”
    “I’m hoping you’ll meet me for lunch.”
    “Alright. Where?”
    “How about Panera in half an hour?”
    “Sounds good. See you there.”
    I went into my room and slipped on a pair of jeans and a sweater. It wasn’t really cold in San Diego this time of year but we had a rainstorm coming through. It left a chill in the air. I went out to my car and noticed an envelope underneath my windshield wiper. I picked it up and removed the card from within. The card read:
    You cannot enter the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame. — Michael.
    Wow! How did he know my favorite book was "Love Letters?
     
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    I waited outside Panera for Jeff to arrive. We walked in together, ordered our food and sat in a booth near the back of the restaurant.
    “You should come away with me this weekend,” he declared, while blowing on his hot coffee and staring at me over the mug.
    “Go away to where?” Is he serious?
    “I don’t know… We could just drive up the coast to a bed and breakfast or something.” Before I could respond, I heard the clerk call Jeff’s name indicating our order was ready. He got up to get it.
    Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I going to do? I can’t tell him about the mind-blowing sex with Michael. And, where was that going anyway? I’m sure he’s just in it for the sex. Maybe I should go away with Jeff? He returned to the table with our order. “So, what do you think?” He looked at me as if I was lucky just to be asked. What an arrogant prick.
    “Can I let you know for sure tomorrow? I have to speak with my brother. He’s supposed to come into town this weekend.” He looked at me, shocked that I didn’t immediately accept his invitation. What an ass. We finished our lunches with light conversation then stood to leave. Jeff grabbed my hand—for the first time ever—and led me outside. He leaned in to kiss me, as he had a dozen times before. However, this time was different; the slight flutter of butterflies that used to be present was suddenly absent. The flame of