Last night was amazing. She's so unbelievably beautiful.

We spent the night exploring each others bodies and talking about life. I let my feelings show a little more each time we meet and last night she surprised me by asking, "... When did you realize that you were 'falling into like' with me?"

"How do you know that I'm even 'in like' with you? I said that I liked you but not that I was 'in like' with you." I said laughing about her carefully phrased question.

"You have that 'like sick puppy' look on your face when you look at me." if she only knew i used to be into gay blowjobs

I felt a momentary wave of panic, then I figured what the hell, she asked. Why stop being honest? "I think I realized that I could easily 'fall into like' with you the first night that we met. You were the first person I ever lied to about being married. At first I thought I'd just fuck you and that would be it. When I drove home that night I realized that I couldn't do it and that I had to tell you the truth even if it meant never having sex with you. I figured at the very least I'd be able to have you as a friend or acquaintance over the long term. I would have counted myself as lucky just for that."

She had gotten up to refresh our wine glasses as I talked and she walked back towards the bed, setting the glasses down, and jumped on top to straddle me as I lay there on my back. She was dripping wet and slid herself over me a few times as she glanced up at the ceiling pensively. "I don't want to 'fall into like' with you..." She said, looking down at me. "... but I find that I can't stop myself anymore. I realized that a few weeks ago." She bent forward and kissed me long and hard. We laughed into each others mouths as we kissed and I rolled her over so that I was on top of her. I grabbed her head in both hands and looked into her cat eyes dreamily. She purred.

We were so tired this morning that we were both late for work. I'm going back over tonight.