A mere hour later, we were sitting in business class on a 737. Sipping a mediocre but still refreshing glass of Prosecco, Rita leaned over and let her lips graze my ear.

"I think a fucking river just leaked out of my ass," she whispered above the hum of the jet engines as they throttled up following pushback. "You really did shoot it deep inside me."

"Are you sure you like it in your ass as much as your pussy?" I asked.

"More than ever," Rita said with a smile.

The trip to New Orleans had been a whirlwind but completely worth it. We were back home in less than...