A night of passion...

A couple of weeks ago I took a risk and invited out a random group of friends- there was 12 of us and most of the group only knew one other person. I'd intentionally picked a cocktail bar as a starting point and it didn't take long for everyone to start getting on.

It was one of those moments that you wish you could bottle - the familiarity of their faces, the sound of laughter - I am the luckiest girl in the world to have the most gorgeous friends who will have a good time wherever and whoever we are with. Between them all they could tell you a lot of stories spanning 10 years and all the different parts of my life - there was part of me that didn't want them to talk too much...

Many drinks later, we are in a dark and sweaty club: 5 guys, 3 girls, singing and dancing along to hits from the 80's. The heat and alcohol combined is intoxicating, and some of the group leave. One of the guys in drunkenly swaying with a group of girls. A couple of my friends who had met for the first time tonight are kissing. Its just me and Kas and i know he loves the music as much as i do. And then he kisses me. He whispers something in my ear that i do not hear, and he kisses me again.

I've known him for 4 years, but he left where I work a few years ago we hadn't seen each other much since. We'd bonded at a conference in Edinburgh, and I'd always enjoyed his company - he's funny and sarcastic and was always a giggle to be around, but I wasn't expecting this...

I come up with every excuse not to take him home -not because I didn't want to have frantic crazy sex with him, but because I'm not looking for another notch on my bed post; but before i know it we're back at mine and he's kissing my neck. He pushes me on the bed and before i know it we're naked. I'm suddenly aware of my body - I've been taking steroids recently for a medical condition and the pounds have piled on - my usual sexy curves that I'm normally so proud of are gone; the unsightly scar on my breast reminds me that its been a year since the surgery. He doesn't seem to notice, or care.

I'd not noticed how gorgeous he was before, and naked he was even better. He knows what hes doing and the sex is amazing - passionate, intimate and .... we curl up and sleep and just minutes later we're awake and doing it again - its even better than before. I'm surprised at how well it all seems to work between us - from experience, sex like that doesn't happen until you get some practise in. We sleep a bit more and then before i know it we're doing it for a third time - and its mind-blowingly good...

It's not awkward in the morning. We have coffee and it all seems really normal. He goes and I smile. There is part of me that loves that feeling of not knowing what, if anything might happen next.