I will admit it was always a fantasy to be with a cop. The idea of taking an authoritative, respected man of the community and having him like putty in my hands thrilled me. Of course, as men can be... it was easy. It didn't take me long to find one, he was a police officer from San Francisco.

I meet him online, it was a whim really...just a simplistic ad, my first. His response stood out for one reason, he said, "be safe and sane when sending pictures". Somehow that spoke to me that he wasn't at least for the moment a complete creep. The conversation started simply, nothing too pushy or sexual, he truly was very sweet. He wanted to know what I was looking for. I think he had a sense too, a sense that I was normal, not crazy or out to get him, or to use him for money. Someone normal, just looking for a good time.

The way we talked was so easy (something I'm sure he had done before, and had always come natural to me with men), which for me was fine. I learned some wonderful lessons on how to maneuver in the online world, how to control my information to him, how to pull important information out of him. I of course was not swept away, I was sceptical still, regardless of his seemed willing openness. Many times I would ask him to prove who he was, and what he said he was over the next few days. At every turn he would do so, of course every step of the way, I was building his trust. As we talked and his and my trust grew, he told me more and more.

Then I challenged him, a game move on my part, ‘how do I know you’re not a fake’? Most cops cannot stand being thought of as a liar or dishonest, they take it as a personal attack on everything that they stand for; I knew this and used it. Subsequently, the first picture came. He sent me one shot in his uniform, but clearly old. A picture he wanted me to see, showing just the right amount of what I wanted to see. In his crisp blues, it looked like he had just graduated from the academy...no smile...very serious. It was enough to pique my interest. So I sent a photo back, it was just a photo, it won't hurt, today we all post photo's at every turn in our lives. I would like to believe that the attraction was instant on both ends....or it at least progressed that way. On this night though we had to end our email exchange, it was late. With simple sweet dreams to one another, (he was trying hard to work some magic) we said goodnight.

We resumed contact the next day, text mostly, it was easier for both of us. We had jobs and lives, this was never about dating or having a long term relationship, at least on my part. He began to send more pictures, each one a little more of a peek into his world. Ones from the station that I could see he was an officer by the background photos, or while he was in his uniform radio, body camera, and of course the batman belt as I like to call it.

He was attentive, I liked how this excited me, to know I could hold his attention while he was supposed to be watching everyone else, and it was a feeling of control. I knew he was on shift when we would talk at night, we would talk and then he would have to go, "handle a call". Being the person I was, I couldn't help but not to believe him, that’s when we live chatted for the first time.

I had called him out for being a clever trickster. It was quick, he was on duty after all. There he was though. The more relaxed uniform, swat style with the squad car in the background. It was perfect. I wanted him then, but I would never admit it to him. We talked for days that then turned into one week then two.

He was the first to say that he wanted to meet me; I made him say it, I never would. I had got him, he had only seen one photo of me, but the way I talked to him had won him over. I knew he already wanted me. So I gave him some bait—a full photo, showing off my figure, just to see. Nothing dirty, conservative to say, enough to send his imagination wild. The attraction was completely confirmed at that point

I had seen enough of him and he had seen me as well, we had been talking extensively for days. I knew I couldn't keep him hanging around too long. Meeting him though...this I knew would not be easy, yet the desire to meet him did not go away. “I will let you know,” he never pushed; it was a good strategy on his part. Maybe he knew this was my first time, or maybe he just picked up that I wasn't out of my mind, like so many online can be, or more likely it was because he knew I was married. I had told him.

As much as I tried, I couldn’t shake the thought of wanting to meet him. While yes, ‘arrangements’ were a part of my marriage, it was not something I did every weekend. Not to mention that schedules are what schedules are, two working adults in today’s society are busy and timing cannot always work out. I couldn't shake it though, it was something I wanted, a police officer I wanted this control.

Then I found the picture. It was not one he had sent to me, and finding it again gave me the control over the person that should have control, or thought he should. He had never told me his last name; I didn't mind...I understood. He did have a place in the community, and frankly so did I. Even though they were not the same community. He had told me just enough about himself that a simple search on Facebook turned up the photo I mentioned.

It was all the proof I needed, and with full uniform came his last name. My searches were not to find out his personal life, I wasn’t interested in marriages’ or divorces, or credit history, or even salary. My searches were to prove he was what and who he said he was, and naturally ensure my safety. Of course I told him, I had nothing to hide. He wasn’t upset, glad since it seemed to convince me to meet him. Since finding this made me want to have him, and I couldn’t shake the urge. Lucky for me in this case,a golden opportunity presented itself. And my husband agreed.

It was a Saturday. He normally worked the night shift, or at least since I had been talking to him. This day he happened to get off early, or early enough...seven. I knew this from the night before and our lengthy conversations. It nagged at me all day, I wanted to go, so I asked if there was a chance, would he like to meet me if I could get out of the house. He was of course thrilled at the opportunity...I churned it over in my head, and made a plan.

My plan, so it would go the way I wanted it to go. I wanted a cop, not date. Plain as plain there it is. So I timed my arrival. I knew he lived and worked close to each other, I didn't want to give him time to relax. I wanted him fresh off duty,fresh out of the uniform.

I took BART to meet him. I wanted that unanimity, I was careful to protect myself. I had already obtained all of his information, or at least what I needed. Full name, phone number and place of employment, my husband and best friend knew I would be safe and were in contact until I gave them the OK. He claimed to be impressed by research, or the fact that I was able to find out so much about him without giving too much away about myself. We sent messages to each other the entire time I was riding there.

He sent a message "Here's my number just in case."

I replied, “Yes I know sweetie, I got it off the caller ID at work."

That triggered, "Damn," from him.

It was a part of the city I wasn't used to, but all the same I felt very safe at every moment. Maybe due to his profession, maybe due to the trust he had earned. I got there just at seven; he had to pick me up on the way home from work...this made me smile. As I waited outside the BART station, my phone went off, "Are you here? I’m in a black Nissan.”

I answered, "Yes," and he pulled up...and I hopped in. My night of freedom had begun.

He was attractive...in all honesty he was exactly my type, (at least from a physical standpoint), he killed me with his eyes. He was Hispanic, tan skin, dark hair, his killer eyes were brown. We were stopped in the middle of the street, but we froze, staring right in each other eyes. He said, "Hello,"...and we hugged.

We had been talking for two weeks at that point, and we both instantly felt comfortable. We had to drive on because we were blocking traffic, although I don’t think either one of us cared. At first there was a moment of silence, broken by a touch. He grabbed my hand, it was soft and warm, and I loved it.

He began as if it were a date...it was sweet really... meanwhile the whole time he caressed my hand, not in any way inappropriate or pushy. He said, "Are you hungry? Let’s go get something".

I had to admit I was not hungry. Comfortable or not, my nerves always get the better of me. Nonetheless we stopped for a simple meal, nothing fancy. Neither of us was dressed for that, I had planned it to be that way. I knew what to wear to grab his attention. Tight jeans, a simple hoodie, with a tight fitting shirt underneath. Nothing too revealing, in fact nothing revealing long sleeves not even low cut, but as an outfit it hugged every part of my curvy figure. I know he noticed too. As we waited to get our food I felt his eyes on me, checking every part of my body. He was dressed as you expect any bachelor would dress. Basketball shorts and t-shirt that's all it took, him in the basic form.

Then without warning, he came up to me from behind, and wrapped his arms around me. Very sure, like the full body grabs you see police do when they have to do what they do. At first I couldn’t quite believe it, how confident he was, how sure he was that I wanted his arms around me. I felt his cheek rest against my forehead, and for the first time I let myself breath him in. His scent, his soft strength, him being the man that he was. As his cheek rested against me I felt him do the same, and then he moaned softly. It was all he needed to do. He whispered to me, "I love your body you look beautiful".

We both knew what we wanted. Again that was plain as plain. Neither one of us was that plain though...at least at first. This was a game of me having control over a man, who normally has control over society. At that point though, I would let him have control, let him keep his arms around me. He was warm and I could tell he was strong. Again, I loved his touch and the fact that he wanted me. His scent was my favorite, any hard working man should have this scent. It's almost hypnotic. I noticed he was doing the same to me.

While we drove he was forced to be content with merely holding my hand, he couldn't even look at me. Not for more than a moment that is. He smelled my hair and pulled me closer to him, as he did so he told me he was glad I came, that I was beautiful,and he loved my body. All the right things. I felt him try to maintain the power he was so used to. This told me exactly what to do, just to keep him in the palm of my hand.

Everything that he did every movement he made was police officer. I noticed it immediately, from the way he drove, to the way he walked, even the way he took his bag out of the back of the car. It was attractive, so disciplined,and so a part of whom he was.

As we waited for or food to come, we chatted naturally as two people do. As he talked about his work, I watched him very closely. His eyes were on me, I expected his eyes to be in constant watch mode. If they were he didn’t show it but once. Towards the end of our meal, a visibly upset person walked into the restaurant, and he was immediately aware of the situation. It made me feel even more comfortable...safe...I knew he had a gun on him, and this was something that was new for me. I knew that from our conversations, and by the way he took his bag out of the car.

He was very open, he told me many things, and I of course asked many questions. I was curious of what being a police officer was. Or more or less get into his brain...to continue my game of power. He told me about incidents that I knew had happened, and the things that he had seen. I knew he was in one of the more dangerous parts of the city, so I had to ask him where he put it all, where did he go with it.

I asked, “You see the worst of society, murder, rape, truly horrible human beings.”

His face dropped slightly as he looked at me and said, “It’s hard. Even harder now I think.”

He then explained that since officers must wear body cameras that they pick up sound, officers couldn't talk to one another the way the needed to anymore. He made himself very clear; he said, “It’s not the stops that we have to make with them on. It’s the time in the car even that is recorded. Imagine every word you said at work being recorded...everything about your boss, the horrible thing you just witnessed, the annoying person that you know is doing crime but there's nothing you can do.”

This was all I needed to hear, I knew from that moment how to get into his head. He had to let these stresses out.

When we had finished eating, he asked if I minded if we went back to his place, he really needed to shower. I had planned for this. I knew he needed to shower, I had caught him off guard, I didn't even tell him I was coming until he was already at work.

As we drove to his place I again watched him as he held my hand again, this time pulled closer to him. A last ditch effort to maintain control. He drove like an officer, his eyes always moving, just barely making lights, it was comical really. I noticed one important thing about myself in this moment. I was comfortable being a passenger with this man I had just met. Sometimes I hate, or freak out when I am not the driver. So this was a very odd feeling for me. As we made our way down his street, he told me the best thing about this house is the garage. And then in that moment we pulled into his house.

It was beautiful, a three story in old San Francisco style. He showed me everything all around. Lastly he showed me the third story...his space. It had been remodelled. It was a place I instantly felt at home at. A place you would expect in the city. He owned his home yes, but was wise and rented out what he did not need. This left a nice size bedroom with a nice size bathroom area. After he had shown all that he had to show, he was ready to shower. He was polite asked if I wanted to watch TV...even though I knew he wanted more. I being gentle and soft declined sweetly and said I would be fine using my phone. With that I sat on the edge of his bed with my legs crossed and looked into his eyes from across the room. I know my eyes are one of my best features. I had learned young how to use them, to get what I want out of a man. As I mentioned earlier, it was easy.

At that moment his urges took over again, and in the blink of an eye he was across the room. He was there in an instant, his hand around the small of my back as he pulled me to him. I put my hand on his tan stubble cheek, as he kissed me for the first time. It was an attraction we both felt immediately, there was no denying that. It was a deep kiss, our tongues met after a few seconds, and he pulled away a moment later groaning softly, "Oh, you can kiss too".

I merely laughed softly at him, still holding his face. It was all part of the game, the game I knew I was winning. Then he took another stolen kiss and resisted the urge to climb on top of me, to take me right then. I pushed him back and said, “You were going to shower" smiling naturally, and looking deep in his eyes as I did so.

He smiled and said, "You’re right".

Every time he smiled at me, and looked at me with that sparkle in his eyes, it took my defense down just a little...he was sexy,and just what I wanted.

As he prepared to wash his body, the body I wanted to look at, I was careful to give him his privacy...not to be to up front or aggressive. Just the path he wasn't used to. Nobody trying to take advantage of him, no one lying to him or avoiding him...only subtle hints that I wanted him. Make the person who is so sure about every situation and how to proceed, unsure about how to proceed next. It was perfect.

I grabbed my phone and coyly rolled over on his bed....careful not to put my shoes on the bed (a natural place of respect), but in just the right way to move my legs and show off my curves from behind. I know he noticed, I saw him looking out of the corner of my eye. He was a good boy though, while he stopped and took in the look of my body, he pushed forward and got into the shower. Walking out of the room I knew completely naked, he was secure in his body.

He left me alone in his room at that point, very trusting for someone he had just meet, phone conversations or not. As I laid on his bed listening to the water run, thoughts danced through my head of the things I could do... I could be nosy and go through his drawers, or for that matter even his wallet. I passed on this, I didn’t want to know too much, it would have ruined the fantasy. I could take off my clothes and be waiting in bed for him, or even better, meet him in the shower.

Deep down I knew he wanted me too, but that would have been too much, too aggressive, it would have put the power back in his hands, proof that I wanted him. So I stayed in one spot, I knew that would gain his trust more than anything...No desire to find out more...this confused him, I could see it in his face when he emerged from the shower. I gave a quick glance over my shoulder as he came down the hallway, back to his room. Not much just enough to show him that I wanted to see his body. His senses went off immediately with this glance, his eyes were glued on me, looking at every inch, to the point he kept dropping the clothes he truly didn't want to put on.

He finally achieved success in getting his clothes on, and I guess this was my success as well. Only one glance at his naked body, that’s all I took. I wanted more, I wanted to watch, but the good girl that's the role I played. It was decision time, what to do? He again proceeded like a date, "Where would you like to go, maybe a drink, there are lots of local bars".

I didn't want to go out, I didn’t want to have to be "on" so to speak. I did that all day, that's not why I was there. I wanted to be taken care of, just my desires, and he fit the role. That was it. I suggested something simpler, "Do you have anything to drink here, and maybe a movie?". He quickly agreed he was more than happy to have me in his home all to himself, where he assumed he kept control.

Men being the simplistic creatures they are, at times don't even realize when they are being told yes. Unless you are up front (which was not my role this evening), they stay in a place of indecision too. Does she want me? Does she think I'm attractive? Does she want me to touch her, kiss her? These same questions run through women’s minds as well. Once as women we understand these thoughts are in men as well, and how to use a man’s experiences in life to form the person that he is, a women can almost read their minds and keep control of the relationship that is in front of you. It's truthfully not that hard... men will tell you everything you need to know. You just have to listen and watch his body language, his hands, and his face. If there is an attraction to him, these things will be plain. For so many, they just want to be listened to, nurtured in a way. Men are trained in or society to hold things in is strong. While many stereotypes have fallen away, there are many men that this is a way of life, and who they are at the core of their humanity. They don’t want you to run out and solve their problems, or take up and want to fight on his behalf. He has done that for himself all day (especially men in this type of profession). This is why they love women, soft skin, caressing arms, warmth and understanding. He has been the strong working, protective man all day. That is the recipe, that is all you need...

And now with the evening turning to night, the secludedness of us being alone, the last of his defenses broken down. Alone he began to bare his soul, began to open it up. To the ease of a man and women having an instant connection and attraction. No worries about tomorrow, no worries about betrayal. Just us. It allowed us both to be free to get exactly what we wanted from the night.

He was dressed now, and he looked cute. So cute in fact I couldn’t resist his kiss, our first standing. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hand went to the back of my head, to keep me kissing him, the other on my lower back to keep my body pressed against his. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, he may have complimented my kissing, but he was very skilled at it himself. We finally broke apart and made our way down to the second floor, to the kitchen. He offered many things for us to drink whiskey, wine, and organic beer. I chose the latter, I had never had an organic beer like this, and I was there to experience after all. He pulled out two beer glasses and poured it for both of us, giving me what he felt was the better pour. The whole time being open and affectionate. He wanted me near him, I knew that, he held my hand to keep me close to him in the kitchen. I gave back when he looked in the refrigerator, I wrapped my arms around him to keep him close, to let him know that I wanted his touch. We sat around the island in his kitchen for a few minutes and chatted, he told me more stories from when he first became a cop. He was excited about this, I could tell he hadn't told anyone about this in a while, and it was fun for him to relive it in his mind. I let him talk, asking simple questions to get him to open up more. I could tell he really loved what he did, for all the good he did, and the bad he had to see. We talked with ease, no stress, like two old friends, even going back to high school stories.

The whole time we kept catching each other’s eyes, grabbing each other’s hands, and stopping to kiss on a number of occasions. I knew I had the control at this point. I knew he wouldn't dare say that he wanted me upstairs in his arms. He wanted to hold a women to be at peace, pureness for what women are supposed to be gentle, natural creatures of caring.

I knew this, for as he talked and laughed and told me stories of his days, I would see the points that he had to catch his voice, when his body tensed up, all the pressure he held inside every moment of his day. When the evil thought would pass through his mind of the horridness that he saw. That is when his hand would hold just a bit tighter, or he would pull me close. As if keeping me there would somehow keep me safe from the thoughts in his mind. Me and maybe him.

This is what he needed to release, and I wanted to give him that relief. So I looked at him gently and said, "Ready to go pick out a movie?”

He smiled and agreed, taking my hand and leading back up the stairs to his den.

We were back in his bedroom; the only place to get comfortable was on his bed. This is not too strange in the city, as spaces are small. We kicked off our shoes and made ourselves comfortable. "What kind of movies do you like," he asked.

I am a chicken I will admit, plus I wanted to keep it light, so said, “How about something funny".

We both knew there were many parts of this movie that we wouldn't see, but that didn’t matter. What mattered what keeping him relaxed. He did exactly what I knew he would when the movie started, pulled me right next to him with his arm around me. He couldn't move too much, we both still had our drinks in our hands, a tactic on my part to keep him wanting just a little longer.

The movie was funny and we caught each others lips many times during the first few minutes, and we put our drinks down and snuggled in closer to one another. He held me close and I began to feel his body, up his chest, down his arms, until I couldn't hold myself back anymore; I had to touch him.

My head rested on his chest, his arm around my body keeping me there. I reached up and kissed him gently on his cheek, he turned and kissed me again deeper than he had before. This time with no intent on stopping, he wanted me and I wanted him. We wrapped around each other, he wouldn't dare get on top of me, he couldn't, he didn't have enough control of the situation him to do so. He knew I was gentle, but at the same time sexually sure of me, this left him in a state of confusion. He knew I wasn’t sexually deprived, so what could he give me that my husband couldn't. He wrestled this question with his head, and did his best to explain it to me with his tongue inside my mouth, and the gentle massage of his lips against mine. He couldn't understand that this moment he was in now, was what I wanted all that I wanted. I could have done whatever I wanted with him, he was in the palm of my hands. The enforcement part of him had been taken away.

We kissed passionately, his hands moved all over my body, very strong hands that were used for moving people the way he wanted to move them, but not tonight. Tonight they were on a quest, a quest for comfort, the quest to be wanted by a women for nothing more than being a man. As we kissed, I slowly gave what he wanted in the core of his being, his primitive self.

He moaned softly as I moved on top of him, his hand at the back of my neck still strong but very gently at the same time, he needed more of me on him. He placed his other hand on the back of my thigh and pulled me on top of him as much as he dared. I loved it, in that moment I was his. He didn’t know it, but he could have had me right then. Our kissing grew more intense, our breath quickened as our hearts began to race for one another. I knew I had to slow him down, nothing could happen this quickly, this would all be for nothing if it had moved that fast.

So I pushed myself off of him, keeping my arms around his neck and pulling his head close to my body. I could tell he was hot, he was he was beginning to sweat, so I held him next to my breast and gently kissed him. Kissed him on his eyes, kissed him on his forehead, kissed him to at least for the moment, wipe away all the evil he was forced to deal with. Kissed him in a way that made him long for each soft touch, more of each other feel, each other's skin. I sat him up and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, and slipped it off over his head. Him out of his clothes first, that the way it should be.

He had a strength hidden under a smooth chest, not a perfect body, but comfortable and he was comfortable in it. With the exposure of his skin he became bolder. He had wanted to touch my flesh for hours, to kiss my chest, to pull my legs around him. He took hold of my bare ass, and pulled my now open legs toward the throbbing pain between his legs. The throbbing pain that was aching to be touched and released.

He started slow, by slipping his hand down my back into my pants, finally grabbing the flesh he so deeply desired. He moved quickly on top of me, he wasn't letting me go this time. In a second my shirt was pulled up and my bra pulled down, exposing my breasts and skin for the first time to him. Then his gentle mouth kissing down my chest and softly sucking my nipple into his mouth. It was almost like an angel's kiss. Light and feathery, with his tongue moving back and forth making the tip of my nipple hard in his mouth. I couldn't help but arch my back, and try to get as much of his mouth on me as I could. If he wasn't so lost in a state of euphoria, the message was loud and clear for him, he could have me any way he wanted. Have me for just being women, no need to take care of, or worry about buying me gifts or complimenting my hair or outfit.

This was purely primitive.

As his hands caressed me, he popped open my bra and helped me take my shirt off, he wanted complete access, nothing in his way. He achieved this with ease; with me open to him he moved right back down my body. I ran my nails through his hair as he kissed my breasts, and grabbed them to suck and nuzzle against his cheeks. I kissed the top of his head; he was covered completely in sweat now, as his hands moved back down to my hips. I knew he needed to be touched, I had made him wait so long, relaxing him, kissing him, breaking down his walls. I had to give him some relief, his mouth found mine again, and I couldn't resist giving him some relief any longer.

I slid my hand down his soft bare chest to the top of his pants, and felt his breath catch in my mouth. I found the strength in his pants; it was as firm as it could possibly be, a perfect size, thick as I wrapped my hand around him. I slowly began to stroke him through his pants, for the first time he lost his focus kissing me. He was an amazing kisser near perfect I would say...I continued to move my hand, he found my lips again, it was like a drug neither one of us could stop.

He moved smoothly between my legs and pressed himself against me, and I pressed back. We stayed like this, mouth's intertwined, nothing but four layers of material blocking what we both knew we wanted.

In that moment the strong man that he was came out, he kissed down my cheek and whispered in my ear, “How bad do you want it".

I had to let him be the man, to take this woman that he had in front of him. As we held each other I whispered back in his ear, "I want you inside me".

He groaned again as I bit his ear lightly. I love when men let this openness escape from their lips when they are with a women, its pureness, pleasure at its core. There were no words spoken after this, nothing but animal instinct from now on. I don't even know how the rest of our clothes were removed, it was like one moment there were these barriers, and in the next breath they were gone, as if they had never even existed between us. The barriers were gone, he was back between my legs moving closer to his prize, to the relief he desired.

It was one swift move and he was in me, pushing deeper until he could go no further. We rested like that for what felt like forever, with each passing second growing hotter and hotter, as we pressed deeper into one another. With slow graceful movements, he began to move in and out slowly and surely. Not letting one moment or stroke pass without immense pleasure. Our lips never left each other’s as I wrapped my legs around him so as he could not move to far from me. I needed him close to feel every flex of his muscles and every thrust of his hips. He let his full body rest on me, as he wrapped one hand around my back and the other around the back of my neck. We stayed locked like this, moving together in a perfect rhythm.

Then it hit me, I needed to take back my control, pull him back out of his dominant role. This was the one of the main reasons that I wanted him. To take control away from the controlling with simple soft touches... no words. I began to slow the movement of my hips toward him, he was unsure of how to react, it was easy to tell by how he was kissing me. I reassured him with my lips, as I ran my hand across his back and around to the front of his chest, and with a slow demur movement, I pushed him over onto his back and straddled his body. I stayed above him for a few moments, before I took him back in me. He was desperate to have me again, his body pushed to be close to me again. Every muscle in his body flexed and tensed to get as close to me as it possibly could. As I kissed him I began to smile, I couldn’t help it, he was perfectly in position. Slowly I slid down him, as he groaned with pleasure. As I rested on him his hands moved all over my body taking in every one of my curves. Committing each one to memory, for the first time in what felt like a blissful eternity, he broke from my lips and whispered in a hoarse, deeply lustful voice, "I love your body," and instantly he was back at my lips. For the first time I let a true whimper escape from my lips, and he knew it.

He took hold of my hips and move me up and down on top of him. I was lost for a moment, he had taken back his control of me. I let him for a minute, before I pulled my lips away from him. It was hard to do, they were like a drug a sweet delicious drug. I did it though as I sat completely upright on top of him. For the first time in a long time, I looked deep into his eyes again. They were beautiful, completely glossed over and lost in lust, as I watched him take in every inch of my body.

I moved slowly in the beginning, just to take him over the edge, to push every one of his senses to the brink of explosion. His hands moved quickly as they grabbed my breasts, and back down to my ass that he dreamed would begin to bounce on top of him, sliding down the narrowness of waist on the way. Then the choice...the choice to take him slowly or to let myself go and take him in for all that he was. I knew I wanted him in this, in this moment I had worked my plan perfectly, gotten exactly what I wanted from him. For his attractiveness yes, but also for the main focus if having a cop at my bidding, to do what I wish with. So few have this power.

So I gave myself to it, to all of it completely, let the cravings take over me and my body. I felt the down his chest as I moved my hands behind my neck, and started to quickened my movements. His hands gravitated toward my hips, and his eyes locked on to me with anticipation. I couldn't help myself from moving faster, a grinding motion transforming into an animalistic pouncing on top of him.

We were lost in each other, we were lost in the lust we felt for one another. It was wonderful as I gave myself over to it, he arched his back to get more of himself inside of me. This only quickened my pace, as what he dreamt of came true. I became to move my body up and down on top of him, as I reached my arms back to hold on to his legs and arch myself to give him the perfect view of my body. He grabbed my waist to support me, and all was lost. We thrust together moaning and moving wildly. We came together in an amazing climax that continued on for so long, we lost track trying to get as deep into each other as we could, in the beautiful exchange.

As I began to slow my pace, he pulled me back to him and kissed me deeply. He wasn't ready for me to move away from him. He wanted me there on top, feeling my breasts pressed against him as our breath slowly return to a normal. I began to kiss him lightly again along his face, and with a deep sigh, I heard him release every stress that was left in his body. With that I received the pleasure that I had set out for. The control over this member of society, and to take his stress away it was completely empowering.

I slowly moved off of him and slide alongside him. He kept his arm wrapped around me, holding me close to his body. He was gorgeous, sweat glistened off his body, his chest heaved heavily with his relaxed deep breaths. I finished my roll to the fullest, running my hand lightly across his chest, kissing his face, stroking his ego to say. We laid there in a sense of coming back to earth, as the cool breeze from the open window moved across our hotness to the caress our bodies.

We laid there and kissed and held each other, we knew we had to get up. We both knew that I couldn't stay there all night. Regardless of what we may have wanted, I did have permission after all. I didn’t want to stay with him all night though; I had done what I had come to do. It was time for him to rest now, after all he had to work the next day, he needed to be sharp.

I started to move away from him slowly, I didn’t want to pull him out of the comfort zone he was in. I moved slightly above him, and kissed him deeply again, and invited him to a warm shower in his own house. He agreed instinctively, but couldn't move quite yet, he was still lost. It made me smile and laugh slightly under my breath, he smiled at this and reached back toward my body, and pulled me back on top his body. He wasn't ready to let go. He had to though, he must, this wasn't meant to be forever, it was meant to be for tonight. We moved together, as we had been for the past few hours rising slowly. He stumbled as he first came to his feet and moved toward the shower, I held his hand and steadied his body. He wrapped his arms back around my body and led me toward the shower.

I was ready for the water to hit my body, though I cannot say that he was ready to rinse off the remnants of the evening. So he let me go first, he rinsed my body with gentle hands. Rinsing me with warm water before he used soap to lather my body. It was an amazing feeling, his hands rinsing my body, still stopping to kiss me and hold me every few seconds. If he could have taken more he would have in this moment, but I kept him at bay, it wasn't the time for that. He rinsed quickly, I knew he wanted my scent left on him for the night. To come home to his bed and smell the scent I had left behind, and let it take him into a sweet wonderful dream land. We stood in the shower for another long kiss, as we parted he reached to turn off the water with his arms around me. We dried off together, his eyes stilled glued to my body, I turned so he could see every piece, a parting memory.

He came up behind me and held our now dry bodies next to each other. “That was really intense,” he admitted to me.

With that, I turned around and kissed him on the cheek, and walked away from him, saying to him as I went, "I didn't even do much".

He quickly followed me back to the bedroom where I began to gather my clothes, which had seemed to land everywhere in our struggle for power and pleasure. He looked at me with a longing of disbelief; he wanted me to stay in his arms that night. He knew I had to leave though, he watched me as he sat on his bed not bothering to cover himself, he wanted to watch as the skin in front of him was once again hidden away, something he could no longer touch or feel. As he handed me every piece of clothing, I put it on as slowly as possible, and we chatted. It was almost as if we had been seeing each other for months and had extensive knowledge of each other’s lives.

He told me of his dreams, how he planned to retire, where he wanted it to be, how he was going to get there. My mind wondered as he spoke, was this how open men can be when all there stresses are taken away for a time. Will they truly tell me all their secrets in such brief meetings? I knew that I had gained his trust in this moment, so went back into the words he spoke to me, agreed with him, praised his plan as a wise choice, and he smiled at me happy with the approval I had given to him.

He finally began to dress as I laid on his bed, doing the same as he had done for me, watching his body disappear, though I knew I could have it in a moment if I so choose. I waited patiently, I was aware I was done with him. I had had my fun for the night. We continued to chat as we headed down the stairs, away from the beautiful view and the cool breeze, descending back down into reality.

We left our cups in the kitchen, as I urged him that I had to go, I was ready. As we got to his car he opened the door for me, a gentleman, or just a cop used to putting people into too cars, I couldn't tell. He stopped to get his mail, and got into the car with me, handing it to me as if I was his girlfriend, and I was going to take care of it for him. I simply smiled and placed it in his center console, as he opened this piece that he clearly wanted to openly share with me. It was a sweet note from his neighbor. He seemed so connected to his community all throughout every moment of us being out; he loved his neighbors like family. He told me all about this neighbour, as we together tried to read this note, one last moment of playing the girlfriend for him. She was elderly and didn’t have much to do, but she loved his cousin’s children and was always keeping an eye on his house for him. This much was clear from her note, but after a few minutes we both gave up, since there was nothing that made any sense through her handwriting.

With that I left this oasis, one fabulous evening. We drove back toward the BART station through the mission district; he grabbed hold of my hand for the final time. The streets were amazing, full of nightlife and energy, a local band playing one side with people on shoulders trying to catch a glimpse. A bar with a line out the door on the other. Maybe someday we were destined to play here, but not on this night. Tonight we had already lived our nightlife.

He pulled back along the station entrance, again he didn't worry about tickets or blocking traffic, he wanted to say good bye, and he wanted to do it right. The right way to convince me to come back, he knew what I had come for, and knew he would never see me again unless he did things just perfectly. The car was placed into park, as he leaned into me and pulled me close for one long, deep, fantastic kiss. We broke as his lips still reached for mine, I kissed him briskly on the forehead and said goodbye, and I opened the door and hopped out.

The face of reality was strong as I stepped out onto the streets of San Francisco. Immediately I was asked for money, then in an instant they stopped. They had seen who I was with, and they were transformed into different men. Then it was "I’m sorry ma'am, have a good night".

This blew me away. I guess traveling with this type of partner had its advantages, at least in his own territory. These were my first thoughts as I made my way on to the train, that seemed to be waiting at the station just for me. As I took my seat I smiled, I was stratified, happy. Happy that I had played out my fantasy to the fullest, in the way that I wanted to do it. My phone went off as I held it in my hand...it read. “I had a wonderful time and I can’t wait to see you again".

I answered, "Me too," knowing that I wasn’t truly honest with him for the first time. There was no need to take away from his fantasy so early. He followed with, "Let me know when you are home safe".

I smiled, he was caring and protective all that he should be even till the end. And this was the end. During the train ride home I sat and stared off in my euphoric state. I was pleased and happy. As I got into my car, I sent the message that I had made it home, one I knew wouldn’t be responded to till the following day. He was asleep already, I knew I had taken all of his energy, done my best to give him a peaceful night.

I climbed into my own bed finally, after another shower in my own house, and rested peacefully, almost in a trance. Till I was woken the next morning by my husband as if nothing had happened. He knew where I was, and was happy that I was a renewed woman. He smiled as he kissed me, I knew he wanted to hear the story, but he would wait...he would take the control then.