Now I’ve done it. I’ve gone and done one of the worst things I could do.

It was such a lovely evening.

Wine, roses, dancing, and your ever present hands making themselves known on the small of my back as we walked into your living room.

It was just supposed to be simple fooling around, but, it kept going.

And going.

And going until

I couldn’t think straight,

the only sensations were your tongue in my mouth and the steel you wield working wonders between my legs.

So much.

So good.

Until I moaned your name at the top of my lungs.

Mark, Mark, oh lord yes Mark, yes.

Oh lord indeed.

Please, count this as my formal apology, as I would love to see you again.

I truly had a wonderful time with you tonight James.

Sincerely,

A fool