Bob had been flirting with me since I started at the company, but I wasn’t interested in him like that. I did enjoy the attention and played along at times. Despite knowing nothing would happen, he kept trying for two years, and I started appreciating the commitment.

Everything changed at a corporate party where we all got drunk. Maria, a close colleague, teased me about Bob, asking if we had hooked up. I told her I wasn’t interested. She giggled and revealed that she and Bob had been friends with benefits for three months before her marriage, describing it as wild sex. I was shocked but intrigued. I had never thought of Bob that way.

Later that night, when Bob approached me as usual, I couldn’t stop thinking about Maria’s story. I found myself fantasizing about him. Whether it was intentional or not, I was turned on and ready to explore.

As the night progressed, I flirted back, touched him, and made suggestive comments. Sensing the shift, he invited me back to his place. I agreed, and we were making out in the taxi. By the time we got to his apartment, I was eager, and things escalated quickly.

What followed was an intense and surprising night, full of passion and dominance, far beyond what I had ever imagined from him. It was raw, physical, and left me feeling sore for days something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.