Barrett was a gorgeous man. He was the stereotypical, tall, dark, and handsome sort of guy,

dressed in a well-fitted suit. I was almost grateful my date had stood me up, because otherwise I

wouldn't have run into Barrett at the bar. What are you doing in London? I asked, noting his

American accent. Work, he said, taking a sip from his glass.

"'I'm here for a month.

"'A month, I had sort of already pictured a whirlwind relationship with the guy,

"'emarrassingly enough.

"'Sensing my disappointment, Barrett reached out and took my hand.

"'That's still plenty of time to have some fun, isn't it?

Two days later, I showed up at his hotel room, and we had sex for the first time.

His room wasn't a room, but an entire suite.

This is stunning, I said.

I've never been in a room like this in my life.

Barrett came up behind me, rushed back my hair and started kissing my neck.

It looks better with you in it. I was putty for this man. He laid me down on the

chaise lounge and undressed me with such care and patience. That by the time he was done,

my pussy was drenched. When he fucked me, I felt sparks like I had never felt with any other man.

It left me with an ache knowing that he was only in town for a month. Things escalated quickly.

That night, we talked about our desires in things we had always wanted to try, but

never had the chance to. I was shocked when he mentioned he was into latex.

Why don't we do a little shopping tomorrow? He said, that's how, on a Saturday night, I found myself in Barrett's

gorgeous luxury bathroom slipping into a head-to-toe black latex suit. I looked at myself in the

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