The sex was good. I was confident that he felt the same. At first, all of our emotions were tied up with lust. We comfortably indulged in each other's desires. Then, it started feeling differently. After all, he was not my boss in the beginning. We shared years of hope, longings, and building a future together. We even shared that daughter of mine. I didn't have to make vacation arrangements. I left when I felt like it, and I returned at my leisure. Slowly, the demands of who I needed to become changed. I had to have meetings with him in the room, and a side of me that he did not notice in our private life was revealed. I curse like a sailor. A drunk sailor. I don't like to give people third chances, and I am a control freak. Not just in between the sheets. I am not a team player. I am extremely competitive, and I am my own boss. I slept with my boss, and now I'm trying to unravel the distinction between intimacy and integrity, control and submission, love and logic. There is no road map to the mysteries of the heart. Maybe, the story of me can help me envision the bridge between sleeping with the one you love, and having great sex. No one is in control, but my boss thinks he is. I wouldn't change it for anything. I pretend my life is a dream, and fate is revealed by never being tempted to change a thing. Stand by. I am determined to figure this shit out. You will be the first to know. Simply A