I was the pursuer at first. But on that night we found ourselves alone, respective spouses having gone to bed hours before, she needed no coaxing to sit in my lap. 

Such power in her kiss, in the way she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her teeth greedily seized my lower lip. 

Passion granted me the gift of prognostication. For this woman, I would surrender everything: my marriage, my home, my reputation. 

And my lover? She'd assign me a place in the orbit of her world. There, I would discover I was just one of many captured satellites.