This is a very short one, kind of like the thanks/dedication you will get at the beginning or end of a book. We are all taught that a story has a beginning, a middle and an end. This is the conclusion or rather the clarification.

As you would have guessed, that wonderful, last minute afternoon meeting was our last. Life happened and before we knew what was going on, it was time to say our goodbyes.

We talked less and less every day. I remember saying that I didn't want to sex talk anymore as we couldn't act on it and he respected it. This one day we were talking and somehow he started talking about our meetings and I remember feeling the warmth bloom between my legs and the familiar tingle rising in my neck and I missed that, so we continued that chat and I think we ended it with both of us being super horny, but that is where it stayed. Two sex crazed adults looking for affection but not able to have that happen.

So in short:

Everything I wrote, actually happened.

The talk about feelings I can clarify a bit more. I ended up caring for him, the way you would care for a friend, their wellbeing and their happiness. It was easy to have a conversation with him, easy to be around him and easy to do everything else. Even this voluntary end was unexpectedly easy.

Whatever happened or was said in the room, stayed in the room. It has not carried over into our daily lives.

At the end of the day, again, he was the very best first affair I could've hoped for. I wished him luck and happiness and he wished me loads of orgasms.