Pounding and panting, he exploded inside me, pressing down on my exhausted, engorged clit as he did so. We came at the same time, breathing in each other's breath as our bodies pulsated and convulsed, less intense than the first orgasm but longer lasting. It was the sweetest relief I had ever known. As I lay on my back with Olivier on top of me, I could feel his spent dick grow limp inside me. After a few moments, he withdrew, got rid of the condom, cleaned himself up, and kissed me again.

I looked at my bedside clock. It was two thirty a.m. Olivier and I had been in my apartment for around an hour. That fuck had cost me $2,000. I got up and reached for my purse, safe in the knowledge that it had been worth every penny. But when I tried to hand a wad of crisp $100 bills to Olivier, he shook his head and refused the money.

"I usually have to pretend," he said, smiling. "I usually have to fake it. But that was the best fuck of my life. That one was on the house."

"Thank you," I said, flattered and pleased. I watched him dress, savoring my last glimpse of his body before he let himself out of the apartment and hailed a cab in the street. I waved to the taxi, wondering if I'd ever see him again. Probably not. Why risk spoiling a perfect memory? And I might never get another fuck on the house.

Turns out that the best things in life are free, after all.

SUCKER PUNCH

Do you believe in love at first sight? No? Well, what about lust? Okay, so what happens when you fall madly in love with someone who you've never even met? Does that count? Can it be real? I would have said a definite no before I heard Carrie's story. You probably won't know who Carrie is, but you will know the man she loved from afar for years. A champion boxer, a household name, she had known he was the man for her from the minute she saw him on television.