All My Lovers - Jon
His name was Jon… or at least I think it was. He was someone I met and lost in the flurry of passion and regret that comes with being on the “rebound” from a lover I really cared about. He was not what I expected, but I was probably just what he wanted… a lonely white woman with a willingness to give her body to his desires. He was not handsome but he was skilled as a lover. He gave me pleasure and I gave him the passion that comes from coupling with a stranger, an abandon that you can only have knowing that there will be no tomorrow for both of you. I left his bed before midnight, my body aching from his love making but my heart sad with the love I was missing.