My cellphone rang with that familiar tone I had set for when a text message came through. I smiled because instinctively I knew who it was coming from. I looked forward to his texts. Reading them excited me. Every single fibre of my body came alive when I read his messages and my needs become ragingly urgent. He was liquid fire.

His words stimulated me in a way that would make me become capricious and uncontrollable and my brain would rain assault on my senses with a sweet and delicious fervour that left me squirming for control of my sanity. I smiled as I read his message.

"Hi kitty cat."

Memories of the night before immediately flooded my being and my senses began to swell with desire. His lovemaking was syrupy and would often have me craving him even after I had been sated. I responded to his text.

"Hi lover."

"Want you. Come over."

"Can't."

"Why not."

"Bad timing. He's here."

"Come when he's gone."

"I'll try."

"Need you."

"Where is she?"

"Asleep."

"Soon as he leaves, I'll come over."

"Ok."

In the beginning I thought he was a distraction but, in fact, he inspired my creativity. I had been trying to write for months, but lacked inspiration. The creative juices weren't flowing. Nothing I wrote was cohesive; the story wasn't coming together the way I wanted. I thought that he would distract from my creativity and so I avoided his invitations. I wanted to get this story finished but my imagination was stumped. It was then that I started to think that I needed a break from all of this routine and so one day I decided to take up his invitation to call.

I called and we talked. As we talked I felt a stirring deep within. Something within me was struggling to break away from conventionality. He excited my mind. The sight of him stimulated my senses and reminded me of pleasure. I wanted the pleasure. I wanted him even if just once. My instinct cautioned that once might not be enough, and so I tried to play it safe. I could not afford to get my emotions tangled up with him; there was too much at stake, but I wanted pleasure.

He was temptation, sweet and delicious, and I wanted to taste excitement. I had to know for sure that that was what he also wanted. The risks were great as we had a lot to lose if we were ever found out and this was one of those situations that was much too close for comfort. I played it cool because I did not want to scare him off. We began to text each other.

The following evening

"You left me high and dry last night." It was rather a statement than a question. I had not gone over to him as I said I would.

"Not exactly. He did not leave till this morning."

"Come over."

"Can't. She's here."

"Just come."

"You can come over, she won't mind."

"It's your turn to come over. Stop the talking and come."

"Can't. You come over and let us talk."

"Don't want to talk. Are you coming?"

"Not tonight."

It was not appropriate for me to go over to his house tonight. She was there and I thought it best to leave him well alone and not get too careless. The least suspicions, the fewer questions asked. He loved the danger. Sometimes, his demands bordered insanity. I wanted him just as much, but good sense cautioned that we needed to be discreet.

The following night

I needed him badly. I was filled with passion and urgency to have him. It felt as if I would be consumed with the need. I was on fire and it was urgent, demanding gratification. My body and senses needed to be pleasured by him. I sent him a text message.

"Can I see you tonight? Want you."

"I told you I would be out tonight."

"You said you would be out, you didn't say when."

"Ok. I'll call you when I'm about to leave."

OK. My body really craves you tonight."

"I'm tired. Been on my feet all night."

"I'll give you a massage when you come over."

Ok. Will call as soon I'm about to leave."

"Ok."

I felt guilty about not cancelling after he told me he was tired. I knew his situation but I was hungry for him, and if he didn't cancel, neither would I.

Several hours later

"I'm just leaving."

"Ok."

Half an hour later.

"I'm on my way."

"Ok."

Three minutes later

"I'm at your gate."

I went out to let him in.

See what happens next in part two, next Sunday.