Now that the pleasure had passed, reality hit me hard. I’d given in to my desire and fucked this man as hard as he fucked me. Truth be told, I missed it so much. I missed the intimacy, the connection. Maybe it was just sex, but it was the strongest human relationship I’d had in years. It was a way for me to vent my frustrations, a way for me to feel like a beautiful woman with needs. He was still an escape—even if he was my prison.
