March 20, 2005

It had been a long night of heated play and passion. A swirling montage of ropes, needles, and whips. He had pushed limits with me time after time. I had experienced emotions that transcended the easy-to-find places in my mind. Places I might never revisit again. It was sexual and electric...God how it was intense. Our energies had waned as the evening grew late and as evening became early morning we both fell into bed, sated and spent. His legs draped across mine, our arms entertwined.

In the complete void that is sleep, it suddenly crept over me. Without preamble I was awake and awash in a feeling so intense that it became a palpable entity. An entity that washed through me and onto him...waking him from his sleep.

“Tonight was amazing,” he whispered in his soft sleep voice, pulling me closer, “you are so hot. Tell me what you are feeling.”

“One word,” I responded without hesitation, “hotflash!”