Meet Peter Calandra. Peter doesn't know this yet, but when we meet, he will fall madly in love with me.
Peter and I will have a night of pure passion, and in the morning, after mind blowing sex, I'll leave him in the bed that we shared.
Peter will ask me not to go, but I will tell him it is for his own good. I will tell him that I lust over his body, and pine for that sweet face of his, but in the end, I cannot love him as he needs to be loved.
I take a card from my jacket and write the name of Mr. Peenee on it. "Here is the name of the man that you need."
I tell him that Mr. Peenee will spank his "muscle pussy", and spank it good.
"Do not be sad that I am leaving. Be happy that we met. Be happy that we gave each other a great deal of joy."
And I leave. You see, Peter has a thing for candles, and frankly, they make me sneeze. His fire insurance premiums must be beyond comprehension. So this is why I left him.
That, and I love another.
And just so you know, I go home and tell my husband of the affair. He forgives me. Why? Because we are terribly civilized and cosmopolitan people, he and I. That, and I have a tape of the love making. And he likes that a lot.