You recalled the memory fondly

In the quiet solitude of you office room, you smiled as you closed your eyes, recalling the nun who had taught you a lot about sex. You recalled how she would ride you like a woman possessed to her climax, before she let you get yours. There was a time where the two of you almost got caught in the middle of your fornication by the matriarch who walked just a few feet away from the room where the two of you were at. Marianne's passion and lust, were etched in your mind like cherished treasure.

You recalled the promise the two of you made to each other, the solemn vow of love and commitment that felt as real now as it did that night. Your affair was done and finished, leaving with that sense of delicious ache of emptiness in you heart.