You've left the party for a moment. I'm not sure why but I can only assume it's because you're overwhelmed. All of your colleagues in there, your offspring and their spouses, your ex-wife, parents, neighbours...you've barely got a second to yourself all night. Then again, you only turn 50 once!

You look so sexy in an effortless, dishevelled way. Your tie is loosened and your 5 o'clock is more apparent now in the darkened room. You smell of fine and a faint smell of sweat. I remember back to our college days when I'd met you after practise. Innocent days. We never acted on any of th...

You've left the party for a moment. I'm not sure why but I can only assume it's because you're overwhelmed. All of your colleagues in there, your offspring and their spouses, your ex-wife, parents, neighbours...you've barely got a second to yourself all night. Then again, you only turn 50 once!

You look so sexy in an effortless, dishevelled way. Your tie is loosened and your 5 o'clock is more apparent now in the darkened room. You smell of fine and a faint smell of sweat. I remember back to our college days when I'd met you after practise. Innocent days. We never acted on any of the fantasies that we discussed back then in the privacy of dorm rooms.

But now it's just you and I. The door's closed, the music a faint reminder that the party's still going although it's late in the night. I sit and showcase my legs and feet in a pair of pointed stilettos (you always were a leg man and seemingly nothing's changed). My pantyhose make a subtle sound as I rub my thighs together and cross my legs. I recross them and allow my foot to dangle. The mood is soft, sensual, unrushed. While I'm talking to you, I notice your eyes following my motions and take that as my cue to come closer. I can see that you're hard beneath your slacks. You're not making any effort to hide it, either.

Say no more. We both know where this is going...