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I went to a birthday party last Saturday night.
There were three hot girls there.
One was a prim Catholic, the other had a boyfriend, and the third was up for getting a coffee, after I isolated her, sat while she stood, and quizzed her about the exotic country in which she now lives.
What drew me to her, aside from her good looks, was her super relaxed vibe.
I got her number and left the party shortly thereafter, not before kissing her on the cheek.
Texting was smooth. She was chatty, which is nice.
We met last night at my usual spot.
We spent two and a half hours connecting.
From our first interaction at the party, I felt a connection to her. Despite being a foreigner, her region is very similar to my hometown in behaviour, attitude, and life outlook.
I enjoyed getting to know her better at the bar. Eventually I didn’t even notice she’d finished her beer, as I was lost in her eyes.
On the way home, I could sense her tremble against the cold, so I held her tight.
At home, I got out the sweet wine, and she sat on the sofa sipping it. I sat next to her, so that our legs were touching.
Shortly into our conversation I moved in to kiss her.
Then we continued chatting.
I kissed her again, and shortly into it stood up and took her hand, pulling her up from the canapé.
Jazz was playing in the background, and I held her close. We swayed our bodies a bit before I took her in my arms and threw her on the bed.
What followed was the most intense lovemaking I’ve had this year. I didn’t cum.
I wanted to stay there with her all night, but I had to go to the office this morning, so I called her an Uber at 2.45 a.m. Which means we spent 4 hours on the bed.
Do you know when you’re in bed with a girl, and it seems like she understands your physical touch, and really appreciates it?
Like the both of you are composing a symphony together with your bodies.
Unfortunately, I’m traveling this Sunday and on the day of my return she’ll be gone.
Hopefully we’ll still be able to see each other before then.
There were three hot girls there.
One was a prim Catholic, the other had a boyfriend, and the third was up for getting a coffee, after I isolated her, sat while she stood, and quizzed her about the exotic country in which she now lives.
What drew me to her, aside from her good looks, was her super relaxed vibe.
I got her number and left the party shortly thereafter, not before kissing her on the cheek.
Texting was smooth. She was chatty, which is nice.
We met last night at my usual spot.
We spent two and a half hours connecting.
From our first interaction at the party, I felt a connection to her. Despite being a foreigner, her region is very similar to my hometown in behaviour, attitude, and life outlook.
I enjoyed getting to know her better at the bar. Eventually I didn’t even notice she’d finished her beer, as I was lost in her eyes.
On the way home, I could sense her tremble against the cold, so I held her tight.
At home, I got out the sweet wine, and she sat on the sofa sipping it. I sat next to her, so that our legs were touching.
Shortly into our conversation I moved in to kiss her.
Then we continued chatting.
I kissed her again, and shortly into it stood up and took her hand, pulling her up from the canapé.
Jazz was playing in the background, and I held her close. We swayed our bodies a bit before I took her in my arms and threw her on the bed.
What followed was the most intense lovemaking I’ve had this year. I didn’t cum.
I wanted to stay there with her all night, but I had to go to the office this morning, so I called her an Uber at 2.45 a.m. Which means we spent 4 hours on the bed.
Do you know when you’re in bed with a girl, and it seems like she understands your physical touch, and really appreciates it?
Like the both of you are composing a symphony together with your bodies.
Unfortunately, I’m traveling this Sunday and on the day of my return she’ll be gone.
Hopefully we’ll still be able to see each other before then.
