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Mistaken identity

... guilty. We stood in silence looking at each other, not knowing what to do, or say. Though he was ready to leave, he was very reluctant to do so. I too did not want him to leave. I wanted to remain with this incredible hunk of a man. He was like a magnet to me. Though I was more satisfied than I had been in my entire life I wanted more of him. There was a kind of electric current passing between us. I felt like hugging him and kissing him. I felt like once again taking his mind-boggling organ and kissing it all over again. As he was so hesitant, I went and stood close to him. He still did not move. So, I encircled his neck with my arms and hugged him tightly. I pressed my face against his barrel chest. He lifted my face and tenderly kissed me. We stood in the pitch darkness, hugging and kissing each other silently. I shyly whispered, " Leroy, I shall be here tomorrow night - just in case you wish to see me " He stared at me and quietly said, “You want me to come and visit you again, Louise?” I replied, “of course, after what has happened tonight, I shall be waiting for you any night” He smiled at me and headed back to his room. I lay down on the mattress, fully contented, thinking of what happened between us. I wondered if Leroy was going to come back to me the next night. I thought about what he would do to me and I drifted off to sl**p with a smile on my face.