I went to the bathroom and tidied myself up. I re-applied my lipstick and straightened my hair and dress. When I came back he was still there. I mopped up his cum with a hand towel, and poured him a glass of wine. I sat next to him and placed the glass to his lips. He took a sip. He turned to me. The colour returned to his face and a smile beamed across it.
"Gosh that was great"
We melted into a kiss and remained in each others arms for at least an hour.
We did eventually go out for dinner, but the whole affair was just a blur to me. I remember the atmosphere in the restaurant was very warm and cosy. I remember the food being very good, and the wine blood red and seductive. I remember the looks I got from the male patrons there. But mostly I remember the warm glow that emanated from my body, and the adoration I felt for Mark. I don't remember the drive home or whether we did anything, although I suspect I would have remembered that.
I do remember waking up the next morning in my flat and wondering how I deserved to be feeling this happy.
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