His marriage is good but boring. Stale. Unexciting. He puts an advertisement for an affair on the internet, sure no one will respond, but to his great surprise, it happens. After a few days of chatting back and forth, it's clear they have the same kinks, the same desires, but no outlet for them. The only thing to do is meet, and a coffee shop is selected.

He had imagined this meeting a dozen times in his mind, but the reality was always more vivid. When she stepped inside, his breath caught. She was even more captivating than her words had hinted. The way her eyes met his, a flicker of recognition, told him they both felt it—the chemistry that sizzled between them, undeniable, as if they'd known each other for years instead of just minutes.

She approached, her smile warm but knowing. He stood, offering a hand, though the touch of her fingers sent a spark through him that almost made him forget his own name. They ordered coffee, but neither cared about it. Their conversation was effortless, their eyes lingering on each other longer than was polite. Every word, every laugh only added to the tension that hung between them, taut like a wire waiting to snap.

Within an hour, he knew where this was headed. So did she. Their spouses were forgotten in the moment, and it was just the two of them.

Her fingers grazed his wrist as she reached for her cup, a deliberate move that left no room for misinterpretation. He saw the desire in her eyes, felt it mirrored in his own. They didn't need to speak it aloud; it was clear in the way they leaned toward each other, the way her tongue darted over her lips as she looked at him. This was more than attraction—it was hunger.

The coffee was forgotten. With a shared glance, they stood, an unspoken agreement passing between them. They left the café, the late afternoon sun casting shadows as they walked side by side, their steps quick, anticipation pulsing in the space between them.

The hotel was close, too close for them to wait any longer. They barely spoke at the front desk, exchanging glances that said more than words ever could. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, they were on each other. His hands slid into her hair, pulling her closer as their mouths met in a kiss that was both urgent and slow, a dance of tongues and breath that left them gasping.

Clothes fell away in a trail from the door to the bed, and by the time they reached it, they were both trembling, not from nerves, but from the sheer anticipation of what was to come.

She wanted him—he could feel it in the way her body moved against his, the way her nails dug into his back as he lowered her onto the cool sheets. And he wanted her, every inch of her, more than he had wanted anyone in years. Their bodies came together like they'd been waiting for this moment all their lives, a feverish mix of passion, need, and something deeper—something primal.

Their tryst was a blur of heat, skin, and whispered moans. It was fast and slow all at once, an eruption of pleasure that left them both breathless. And when it was over, they lay together in the darkened room, her head resting on his chest, the sound of their racing hearts filling the silence.

It was only their first encounter, but it wouldn’t be their last.