You wanted me to write down what I feel about our relationship, what I remember, and what I want, so here it is. As you know, we first met a year ago when I was called into your company as a consultant. I was there to do what I do best, get information and solve problems. You immediately caught my eye, but it was several weeks before I had the work situation in control to the point that I could act on my interest.

I think that at first, you were a little intimidated by me, and I suppose that I can understand that. I know that initially I intimidate a lot of people, but not in a bad way, or even on purpose. At 6’2 and 195 pounds, I suppose that I have a certain physical affect on people, and that is not helped by my take-charge style.

At any rate, I saw you immediately when I entered the office that first day. You were there at your desk with your hair "just so", your dark stockings seductive above your sensible-but fashionable shoes. After so long, you would think that I would forget that you were wearing that navy suit, with a white blouse underneath, but I certainly remember. I also remember the perfume that you were wearing, a wonderful scent, light, but still there. I will admit to checking your hand for a wedding ring, and I was glad to see that you were available.

As time went on, and the job proceeded, we got to know each other better. I was thrilled to discover your intelligence, and the way that you could keep up with me. Sometimes, it is very frustrating for me to be attracted to a woman, only to find that she is always two steps behind. But that was not the case with you. You not only anticipated my needs, but you were often ahead of me.

I think that was also the case with our more intimate relationship-I noticed you watching me when you thought that I was not looking, but at that time, I could not let you know that the interest was mutual. We both know that during the first few weeks of my assignment, I had to evaluate your position. What you may not know is how often I thought of you at the end of the day, after the activity of the office died down.

In those quiet times, after everyone had logged out, the lights were off, and even the street grew silent, I thought of you. My thoughts were not strictly professional at that point. While I could maintain my composure through the day, by the time I went home to my empty apartment, longing and desires invaded my mind.

I was grateful that I was able to recognize your subtle encouragement, and I tried to return your interest while maintaining my professional decorum. I hope that I did not appear aloof, and I must have succeeded in maintaining that delicate balance with you. I cannot tell you how relieved I was to find that your position was not only secure, but also critical to the operations of the business. And more than that, I soon learned that it was not the function of your position that was important, it was you.

You have such qualities, and we have already talked about the ones that make you so special at work. This is a good time to talk about the things that attracted me to you. I suppose that I must admit that that very first day, I was attracted to your physical qualities. Your smile is so inviting and it brightens the room. And of course, your fashion sense is right on, and you are somehow able to dress in a way that is perfectly appropriate for the office, while at the same time reminding everyone just what a woman you are. And of course, your body is perfect. I ache as I write this, and desire for you fills me once again.

Perhaps it is my desire that turns my memory to the first time that we made love. We had had a wonderful time, and the entire evening I was grateful that my assignment at your company was complete. I was now free not only to date you, but also to take the relationship to a deeper, more intimate level. Perhaps it is the wonderful lovemaking that has colored my memory, but I remember that the restaurant was exquisite as always, and the chef lived up to his reputation and expense.

I was glad that I had planned ahead, because the wine had made us both a little light headed and giddy. The limousine ride was not only convenient, but enjoyable as well. I remember kissing you in the back of the limo, brushing against your breast, teasing us both. I was disappointed that the nightclub was so close, and as you remember, I needed a few minutes to "compose" myself before going back into public view.

The nightclub was spectacular, not only because of the music and the ambience. Added to that was the anticipation, as we both sensed that the time was right. I know that I dance well, and am confident of my ability on the dance floor, but I must admit that I much preferred the slow dances that night. I appreciated the fact that the band slowed down as the night progressed; playing more and more romantic music that encouraged me to take you into my arms.

As I held you and twirled under the soft colored lights of the dance floor, a transformation took place within me. I do not think that could see it at the time, but something was changing within me. Of course I felt desire and passion for you, a deep burning unlike any need I had ever known. But at the same time, I felt the connection growing. It was as though you were a reflection of my soul.

But I must admit, when the evening ended, and I invited you to my apartment, spiritual matters were not uppermost in my mind. By then, you had me so inflamed with desire that I think I would have died if you had denied us the night together. Of course, at that point, it was a foregone conclusion that we would be together in every sense: physical, spiritual, and emotional.

I took you upstairs, and I must admit that my memory is a bit of a blur. Anticipation, desire, and a need to cement our relationship are what I recall. Your perfume intoxicated me, your smile, and my desire to pleasure both of us were my only thoughts. For a while at least, I was able to forget the concerns of life, the demands of the day, and the worries that take us away from living life to the fullest.

I invited you to the bedroom, and felt none of the awkwardness and worry that I suppose is usual the first time a couple makes love. Being with you is the most natural and comfortable feeling that I can imagine or describe. My mind and my memory are blurred, and as I remember our first time, I can feel the passion and sharing as though it was happening again.

I laid you on the bed, and stepped back, knowing that you would enjoy watching me undress for you. Since the evening had long ago claimed my jacket, I started by slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I was inflamed by the way that your eyes devoured me as I took my shirt and threw it aside. I popped my belt, and unsnapped my pants, slowly, teasing. I turned, knowing that you like my butt, dropping the waistband of my pants so that you can just glimpse a little of me.

I love the reaction, feeling more pleasure than you can know from your sly, seductive smile of enjoyment. I love the way that the light dances in your eyes as you watch me. I remove my pants, and am not embarrassed by the "tent" in my shorts. I smiled as I teased you, and appreciated your encouragement and obvious desire. I removed my shorts, standing exposed for you.

You motioned me to the bed, and I was happy to comply with your request. I came over to you, kissing you, feeling your hot breath on me as I kiss your neck and ears. Both hands wander, finally feeling your breasts fully, palms rubbing your hardening nipples. I touched your hips, rubbing you, loving the feel of your firm belly, unbuttoning your shirt as I go.

I removed your shirt, and then your bra. I was over you, looking into your eyes, anticipating the pleasures to come. I didn’t want to rush, but I simply had to see you naked. My passion had been building for so long, my desire held in check those many weeks, and now the floodgates opened. I reach for the waistband of your pants, releasing the button. You giggle, and it is surprising to hear you make such a sound, but it is also enchanting.

I have you in your panties now, loving the lace, appreciating the contrast of your beautiful fingernails against the fabric. Naughty girl, you waggle your finger at me, and make me wait, anticipating your beauty. You lay me back, caressing my chest and nipples with your lips, leaving hot trails of passion with your every breath.

My desire and passion roses, you knew that I couldn’t stand that. But you were merciless; your tongue marked a passage from my belly toward my manhood. You stopped, teasing, your breath hot on me. I moaned, and you had mercy on me, taking me into your mouth. Your liquid wetness engulfed me, the warmth suffusing my mind. After a time without time, I returned to myself, more full of passion and desire than I had ever experienced.

I caressed your cheeks, and reluctantly pulled you away. I turned you over, desperate to give you the pleasure that you had visited upon me. I used my tongue to tease the waistband of your panties, my hands roaming at will. I remember how gratified and amazed I was at the intensity of your desire.

My fingertips stroked along the crease where your leg meets your area, trailing, feeling the heat of you. I pulled your panties off of your, slowly, savoring the moment, awed by the depths of my desire for you. I contained myself, though it took every morsel of discipline in my soul, bending my mouth toward you.

As my face approached the core of your desire, I watched your hips rise, thighs tense with anticipation. And I knew, I just knew that I could bring you to your release if I was patient and careful. So I bent my tongue down, teasing. Flicking your gentle bud, and moving away, teasing with a purpose. Feeling your heat, enjoying fleeting glimpses of the blood blushing your chest.

At this point, My tongue seemed to move with a will independent of my mind. Stroking you harder, saliva mingling with your juices. I remember how important it was to me that you reach your climax. By then, I was consumed with you, and your pleasure and release was my only goal. Somehow, with you, my wants, needs, and desires become secondary to pleasing you.

As I continued, I lost myself in you and your orgasm. I felt it build, growing like a wave far out on the ocean. Small, growing, rolling, and inevitable. I became a surfer on that wave, no, more than that-I was a part of the experience, and when you climaxed, I somehow felt fulfilled.

As we lay together sweating, both of us breathing hard, I knew that we must join, become as one. I moved up the bed, my throbbing erection so hard it was almost painful. I now know how wet that you become, but I remember the near-shock of our first time, I could not believe the wetness that your body produced for mine.

As I held myself over you, I paused, looking in your eyes, needing you so much, but wanting the moment to last forever. I nearly lost myself with you, that first time, and every time since. The feeling, and the sharing escape description.

I took myself, sliding back and forth, teasing you, feeling you swell with excitement. I placed my tip at your entrance, and whispered those words that I had longed to say. Then, with the sounds of my moan and your gasp blending, I entered, thrusting gently and slowly, letting our bodies become as one.

As the sound of your pleasure filled my ears, I lost control of my body, my hips thrusting with a will of their own. Our sweat mingled, slicking our bodies, our torsos rubbing together. My chest brushes your erect nipples, leaving traces of pleasure. I press, deeper still, your rhythm matching mine.

I felt a deep tingle, and a tightening, a sure sign of my impending explosion. I thrust fully, my lips seeking yours, as I felt your legs shudder around my waist. Your climax arrived again, and I briefly wondered if this was a continuation of your first orgasm, or a new expression.

Then all thought fled from me as my world erupted, my breath and vision gone, my senses overloaded. My soul erupted, with an intensity that was almost more than my mind and body could withstand. My spirit soared, as my body gently returned to earth. My trembling, exhausted arms could no longer support my weight, my relaxed body heavy, and slow.

I remained inside you as I eased to my side, holding you, stoking you, straightening your hair that clung to your seat-soaked face. I gazed into your eyes as I relaxed, withdrawing slowly and naturally. If every beautiful thing in the universe has a match, then the desire I felt for you was paired with my need for this quiet, tender moment to last.

I know that sometimes I am very quiet, and don’t always say the things that I feel inside. I know that I sometimes get caught up, and that the pressures of the job take time away from you. But, I also know that my actions are for the two of us, that by being a good provider, I am able to be a man. But I also want you to remember that you are the most important person in my life.

I think that I have expressed my thoughts, feelings and emotions, at least to the best of my ability, and I hope that this little glimpse inside will help you to re-consider, and that you will come back to me, and my love.