12. Mary
Mary
Icouldn’t believe he hadn’t woken up as I’d stolen out of the bed moments ago, but miraculously he hadn’t. Dawn was lighting the sky outside in the faintest trails of pink. I’d managed to find my scattered underwear and pull on my dress.
I tied my belt around my waist and looked at the sprawled figure in the bed.
How could I not? Something inside me lurched at the thought of walking away and I castigated myself.
It was because I had an overdeveloped sense of responsibility – I didn’t have to make sure this man was OK or tell him I was leaving.
I could just … go. Walk away. And hug what he had given to me, tight, like a gorgeous, decadent little secret.
The sex well was full again. The well had been very full indeed, full of a massive and very impressive erection. Numerous times. I felt like giggling and had to put a hand up to my mouth. I’d never known sex could be like that. So … transportive. So amazing. Mind-blowing.
I wanted to take a picture of him on my phone to immortalise him. In case this was all a dream. But maybe that wasn’t even legal? I shook my head. I had to leave and stop perving over him.
Before I did, I spied something on a bureau and dashed off a few words on a piece of paper. I had a moment of wondering if I should leave my number and then imagined waiting for him to text or call, and the mortification when he inevitably wouldn’t. So I didn’t.
When I went downstairs to my bag, coat and shoes, I took out my phone and texted Dee.
Dee … just leaving now. Amazing night – I’ll tell you about it later.
Almost straight away a text pinged back.
You absolute sex FIEND. I’m following your location. I hope you made a sex video, I want full Technicolor details. X
P.S. So delighted for you on behalf of your vagina.
I couldn’t stop a grin spreading over my face.
My sex-drought was well and truly over. I left the beautiful man sleeping in his bed and went back out into the real world.
I ignored the pang in my chest to think that I’d never ever see him again.
He was the stuff of dreams, not reality. And that was OK. Really.