An unknown spark between us when we chanced to meet in the lobby led us both into my bedroom. A little kiss after, you confessed that you never dreamt of exploring an eighteen-year-old after reaching your mid-fifties. Smiling, I was getting ready to feast you on my naked youthful exuberance. You said you hadn’t been the master in bed you were earlier. You cautioned it may be more of a “slam bam thank you ma'am." I stopped...