She came home from class just like every other day. She sat down at her computer to check her e-mail only to stare at an empty inbox yet again. Was he never going to write her back? Had he changed his mind about his family and decided it would be best if they didn't talk? She didn't know. All she could think about was his kind words and charming smile. Why did the man that made her tingle all over have a wife and kids? And why didn't her boyfriend give her those feelings?
Sometimes, the guilt tugged at her heart and made her wonder if the feelings she was feeling for this man were real or if it was just her insecurity with the boy she knew she could have. Deep down, she knew that because this man was older and 'off the market', he appealed to her that much more....
The night before, she had sat in the bathtub with some candles lit imagining the man she'd met online. He wasn't the creepy old man that is the stereotypical image of men who wander the chat rooms late at night. He was a successful, handsome, wealthy, middle-aged man who had his life in order. Every aspect was planned and executed perfectly...except for one thing... his marriage. He had told her of the problems he and his wife were having and had confided in her for support and encouragement. What was once friendly support had turned to a passionate lust and deep attraction neither one of them had expected.
She sat in the bathtub thinking of the things his last e-mail had said. He complimented her in so many ways, and she longed for him. She longed to touch his skin, feel his breath on her neck, and his hands on her body. He was much older and more mature than the boy she was dating, and she knew he could make her wildest fantasies become reality.
The next day, she got up and checked her e-mail. One new message. It was him. Filled with excitement, she opened the e-mail. It read:
"Hello darling. I'm sorry I haven't written for a few days. Work has been hectic, and my wife insists that I spend less time on the computer and more time with her. Honestly, I haven't stopped thinking of you for a second. You fill my thoughts constantly, and you fire up my deepest fantasies. I want to feel you...touch you...pleasure you in ways that you have only dreamt about. And I have decided it is time for us to meet..."
MEET? How could she meet him?! He was the embodiment of beauty and passion. She loved her boyfriend, but lusted for this man. She knew she had to do it. She had needs and felt an animal urge to meet this man and do the things she had only thought about. The arrangements were made and the date was set. He would fly in next week.
A week went by and finally the day arrived. She spent the whole day nervous knowing she would meet the only man who could make her wet with an e-mail. She drove to the city where they would meet for the first time. She made her way downtown, found a parking spot, and headed for the hotel lobby they had agreed to meet in. She walked in. Looking around, she saw several men of his age. Where was he? Then, as she turned around, there he was...the man with the single red rose. He smiled at her. His eyes filled with passion and she knew that this night would not be like any night she had experienced before.
"Hello darling," he said with a charming voice.
"Hello," she said.
