The beginning for us. We found each-other on a website. Yes, one for casual sexual partners. Neither of us planning to leave our spouses but both needing more than they could give us. You messaged me first and I saw your photo. I commented that you looked like a teacher or a vicar. You answered no, you were just giving a public speech in the photo. One day you rang me by mistake while trying to text me. I rang you back and your voice was soft and shocked and you sounded slightly embarrassed and so sweet. We started to chat. Quickly we arranged a meeting, we had to rearrange several times as we both lead busy lives but eventually we settled on a meet at a local pub. The plough at Pyecombe. I arrived nervous to meet this man I have already exchanged so many messages with. You were sat outside and I remember looking at you and thinking oh goodness he’s gorgeous. You told me you remember thinking oh god I’m in trouble here. Oh, darling you were so right. If we had just disliked each other or found each other boring none of what unfolded would have happened, but I was so attracted to you and you to me. The day we met I knew. I looked into your beautiful brown eyes and I listened to your made-up stories about your wife with MS and how you had left her to live in a one bed flat. How you had been forced to return to care for her when she received her diagnosis and how now in a wheelchair she needs you, so you cannot leave her, but are trapped in a sexless marriage. I found it hard to look at you, preferring to hide behind my hair, a defence strategy, I always use if I’m embarrassed or in this case flushed with desire. You told me you were a fire risk assessor and you did work for the local police amongst others. I sensed from day one that you were lying to me. But I did not care. It is rare for me to find a man so attractive I cannot even look at them, but that first time sitting drinking coffee in The Plough, I found that I was flushed with embarrassment and anticipation as I fell immediately in love with this beautiful stranger. You later said you thought I did not like or fancy you, as I seemed aloof. My love that was me in freefall, not in control, trying to work out what it was I was feeling, it was such an unfamiliar sensation. I was normally the strong one, the predator looking for prey, yet here I was putty in your hands. You told me stories of a girl called Sally. How you visited clubs together, how you had so many sexual experiences with her and how you missed that and was looking for a new partner to restart that part of your life. You told me about chameleons in Manchester and how you went there with her. Even how she had chained you up one time and left you hanging for other people to come and play with. We chatted easily and as the time wore on I found myself lost in your words. Hypnotised by your voice and longing to be kissed. I waited until the conversation began to slow and I asked you if we could go to your car for a cuddle. You seemed surprised but agreed. You kissed me in your car. A confident passionate kiss. One that melted my heart and changed my life forever. I asked if I could open your shirt. You smiled and opened it just enough for me to see how hairy you were. I exclaimed, ‘OH Fuck’ You laughed and opened it more. I was wide eyed and staring. I had never seen a chest like it. Covered in hair, a beautiful glorious hairy chest. I wanted nothing more than to bury my head in that chest. I still want nothing more! We went further than kissing. You dropped your trousers and boxers down to the floor. I was again wide eyed. You were sitting there naked from the waist down. I leant forward and took you in my mouth. You grew hard quickly and responded to me so strongly and powerfully. You came in my mouth and I instinctively kissed you swapping the cum from my mouth to yours. It seemed so natural and the feeling was so overwhelming. You were shocked but seemed strangely delighted by me. I left walking on air. I could not wait to get home so I could write to you again and arrange another meeting.