Sort of. I went to college about 18 miles from my hometown. There, I discovered tea rooms. One day I was in one and my high school's assistant principal came in and sat down. He was married and the mayor of a neighboring town. I don't think he recognized me. He wasn't a turn-on to me physically--older and with a little belly which at the time was not an attraction--but the idea of blowing him, because of who he was, turned me on. My surprise: he grabbed my head and fucked my throat. It was hot.