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Before the Approach
The early mornings and I meet once again as I clasp on my silver bracelet – the final accessorizing touch to my simple Wednesday night outfit of a longline black tee, bleached slim-fit jeans, black suede PUMAs, and a silver necklace. Such a routine has become sacrosanct in my year of learning, and a process of which has been internalized from the music bouncing off the walls to the fragrant smells of my body post-shower.
I had been chatting with Dreamer and Lobo on-and-off in the preceding hours last night, something of which fueled me with positive vibes and the comforting sensation of community. A certain bi-headed duality that surrounds me with the inspiring hands of PUA OGs and the fresh newness of the eager, an eager who is getting very good very quickly.
Down the steps my horny feet take me as I segue to toss away a grocery-bag of recyclable materials. I like to have my place spick-and-span these days when a ladyfriend might be coming over.
Back on my route, check of the phone, 1:06 AM, home again, home again, jiggety-jog, to market, to market we go.
Two venue stops later and a handful of solid sets that did not get fucked for a variety of reasons, my body now leans against the tender bark of a sidewalk tree. The time is nearing 2:00 AM, and the bars is town have now closed. It is my first time in this post-up location, but that is also because I went inside of the adjacent venue for a little exploration. It was more active than expected, which means that the post-close scramble has a rushing aura of what, when, who.
My peripheral vision is searching for a lone wolf to break from the pack. Soon enough, a slender blonde slips through the smallish crowd, all alone now. I initiate my pace to reach her side, which I do, before I induce an AI and open over the shoulder. My standard street nightgame pre-opener, “How is your night going?”
This allows me to enter her world with the relaxing premise of sprezzatura and also to gauge a more refined understanding of her state. It’s not her best night. I continue on with a reframe and pace and lead and the hook is now on. Not my strongest, but we’re in. We continue walking down the sidewalk together when a girl voice calls her name from behind. She stops and looks back. It’s her friend, who is with a man. They were apparently all together before she walked off. I grab the frame by the horns and comment who we were just having a discussion about how women are never given the respect they deserve these days.
The guy quickly takes a liking to me and invites me to an afterparty at his nearby place with the three of them. These girls are two hot blondes, and of course I accept. The first stop is at the gas station to purchase alcohol – I don’t like to drink but maintain course and calibration to retain social frame. On the way, the two girls talk about some jerk of a guy while I continue my standard contrast framing. I become fairly certain that the man is gay. He repeatedly asks me if I really am coming with them and makes a few touches to me. I know that he is the key to social frame here, so I just continue with my verbals and vibe. We walk into the gas station to select some colorfully packaged alcohol from behind the foggy glass doors. Again, I don’t drink nor intend to do anything but fake drink, and I make no fuss about the Corona they have selected. We agree to split the cost.
Approach
The white-boxed six pack is carried into the checkout line at this trashhole of a gas station – the only place left in town still selling happy liquids at this hour. As we merge into the line, our merger is met with man and a woman who simultaneously verge beside us. The girl is an attractive auburn hair blue-eye dressed in a black athleisure crop-top and black Lululemon leggings. Tucked into her waistband is her pink phone and grasped by her hand is a pink pack of some 6 drinks. HBBaddice.
Her eyes see me with a big AI, and I see it. The man stands behind her and makes a comment to the other guy about how he has to “take care of the women you know” or something like that. Whatever is whatever because I fully intend to pounce on this sprezzaturatic meet cute graced by the hands of spontaneity itself.
The body of her is open and receptive to me so I lean in a little closer as I ask how her night is going, but the words are only part of it. The vibe is strong as I soak in the glistening of her eyes. Ok, she says, with a little cute shifting of her shoulders.
Ok? Oh alright, well, that’s not the worst thing ever, like it’s not a bad night you know, but let me ask you this – do we come out, ever, to just have an ok type of night? No right, because don’t we come out to live the type of nights that we’ll look back on years from now and never forget?
Yeah, she giggles.
Exactly, I completely agree. So one more thing then, have you ever had the feeling when it’s like you’re not ready to call it a night just yet? When it’s like you know that the night is far from over, and maybe, just maybe, an okay night can turn into something a little more interesting?
The blue eyes flash like a light switch. If I didn’t know for sure before, I do now. I have to act on this right now – she is the best target in this moment.
I ask if that guy is her boyfriend to screen for logistics. She says no. I ask what she’s up to without breaking eye contact. She’s not sure yet, but I am. I say that we can just take her drinks to my place and drink them there.
Grabbing the pink box from her hand and the Corona from the others, I plop both on the counter and stamp down two twentys. I quickly tell the cashier that I’ll have both, she hands me a ten back without even asking to check my ID, I give a look to the afterparty guy and say to take care and just take their drinks, grab the pink box from the counter, look HBBaddice in the eyes, tell her to come on without even acknowledging the guy she was with, and even take her hand as we leave the gas station.
It was a rapid maneuver built from intuition, the truth that I knew she was the girl for the night and there would be lots of other stuff to handle with the others. And she was there, right there.
Pull
We’re walking out of the gas station hand-in-hand. It was natural for us but perhaps may have seemed rather cosmic to the onlookers.
I order an Uber for us – 8 minutes away. Not ideal. The walk is about 15 minutes anyway. I lead her to a nearby bench in an extremely low-traffic area as we wait for a few minutes while I continue to work the verbals. After a few minutes, the ride still says 8 minutes away. This town sometimes, seriously.
Knowing the stagnation is not good, I see if she feels comfortable with walking. She says yeah somewhat enthusiastically, so I just cancel the ride as we begin walking. While we do, I set many of my usual nonjudgmental and arousal frames circled around SOTs. At one point, she answers me that she’s traveled often, and while she lists a bevy of countries, one that she would really like to visit is France. That’s perfect. I walk her through the aesthetic of Paris and the romantic milieu, which ties into what my friend living in Paris says about the women there.
I explain how he tells me the women are so much more sexually liberated there, as if they feel free to explore and express themselves in new and interesting ways without the feeling of shame or judgement. HBBaddice notes that she wishes it was like that here. I say me too, but also, that we can actually create a world exactly like that for ourselves if we allow ourselves to let ourselves go once we find a like-minded person who values comfort and true intimacy. Also make sure to discuss music quickly to add in an extra open-loop and plausible deniability.
It is worth noting that she does ask my age. I have her guess, but she won’t tell me her age. I then ask her if she’s going to be a senior because then the maximum social frame hurdle would be revealed – and I can hurdle it. She says yes to that. I say me too. She says good.
She begins to lean into me, so I place my arm around her. Soon, her arm is around me. That signals that my touching can become more aggressive as I softly talk with her in this gentle night. My right hand slowly meets different areas of her body.
I can tell she is getting a little tired of walking as we near my place, so I make sure to reaffirm exactly where it is and how close we are. When we get inside, I offer her water which she accepts. Leading her into my bedroom, I ask her to take her shoes off. She does, and then she uses the bathroom. When she comes out, I invite her to sit next to me on the bed – I’m sitting on the outside part of the bed so she will be sitting on the inside closer to the pillow – and she gladly does. Music on. I say something but know she’s ready to go. Make-out, lay her down. Continuing my verbals. Her top off. Nipple piercings and an elegant floral tattoo under her left breast. My shirt comes off. Her leggings come off. I place her hands on my belt. She is excited to remove it and unzips my jeans.
Sex
Tease her for a while, and I can tell she is rather aroused. I get the feeling that it’s time to fuck her. Have her verbalize that she wants to be fucked as I grab a condom.
Fuck her well. Probably my best fucking yet, though I think I said that last time, too. So I like that trend. She is wild and good at sex. The Eros Technique works very well, and she is satisfied. Though her sex drive is extremely high and wants to keep going and going and going.
Her mouth takes my cock and cum. Soon afterwards as the aggressive romp continues, I ask if she’s ever watched herself be fucked in the mirror. Her eyes light up once more. Put her on her knees, have her blow me from that position for a minute as I play with her hair and look into her blue eyes, and then I take her hair. Leading her to the full-length mirror on my closet door as she crawls. Fuck her doggystyle in that position as we become voyeurs of ourselves. Though as we get more and more kinky, I also make sure to have her promise to let me know if she feels uncomfortable at any point. She is highly receptive and actually continues to beg for more and more.
Back to the bed, and she doesn’t want to stop. Honestly was trying to wind her down for a good while. Even as we cuddle she wants to get fucked more. I instead hold her and run through material such as we she sees herself in the future, and also to imagine how it feels when she looks back on this special night here with me years from now. I do also make a note that I may be moving away from this town in the near future but do so very lightly in a happy memories sort of sense. Wanted to do that to further solidify the social frame for good feelings with a ONS.
And also… before she finally falls asleep, I check that she likes donuts.
Her head lies on my chest as she drifts into a slumber while I softly stroke her body. I’m not able to sleep. When I know she’s deep enough into her dreams that she won’t be bothered by a little backlit light, I chat with other seducers for a little while. Away from the forum, some seducers have been putting in work so it felt nice to use that extra inspiration to make something happen on this Wednesday night.
Also, I think back to HBWildflower. This girl has been on my mind recently – all very special thoughts. This is largely because of Lobo’s last LR. It reminded me a lot of My Little Wildflower. Crazy how that all works, and crazy how I’m thinking about a different girl as one lays her head on my chest. Not oneitis or anything, just thinking.
Sometime past 6:00 AM, I whisper into her ear that I’ll grab some food and that she can continue to rest. Smiles. Go to my usual place. Decide on a pair of donuts for us each – a red velvet, and a cinnamon sugar, chocolate-filled.
When I return, she doesn’t want to awake despite us agreeing on a set alarm time because I have my remote internship and a videoconference at 8:00 AM. It’s actually concerning me that she doesn’t want to get out of bed, and I don’t want to hinder the experience by being too forceful.
But around 7:30 she finally begins to behave again and throws herself on me. Really, really good morning sex. She becomes such a happy girl with lots of compliments towards me. I encourage her to prove how much she likes me. She responds by tying her hair up tight. And then passionately worshipping my cock, balls, and perinium. Yes.
She begs for my cum, I cum all over her face when I decide it’s time. I proceed to take her hand, wipe the cum onto her fingers, and feed it to her. Cleaning my good girl up. Thank you Daddy, she says. I think subtle Daddy fantasies or whatever are fine for ONS, and I didn’t prompt her to start saying it either. Well I mean there was that discussion we had about her sexual fantasies as I laid on top of her earlier in the night. But she is the type Linguinator says is all good and wanted every single second of all of that.
Good sex.
Post-Lay
My videoconference thankfully gets rescheduled for later in the day, so we continue to fuck until around 8:45. I love how happy she was the entire time. We both definitely had a great experience with each other.
I grab her number even though it’s unlikely I’ll be seeing her again – I only have a few more days in this town before my plans may change forever. However, I do have a creeping feeling that I really need to start doing more than ONS in order for, one, to make sure that I won’t get bored of fucking a hot girl more than once. I know that it will be important to practice relationships in the future. But it’s fine for now.
Let her take her share of the donuts and alcohol which wasn’t opened. Get her an Uber home. Walk her down, she tells me how much she loved it, etc. Tell her to text me when she gets home. Make-out, into the Uber, I walk away without looking back.
Receive a text from shortly after I get an Uber notification. I don’t really want to text much but know that I have to see this through to leave her experience all with happy feelings beyond our time together.
As I clean the condoms off the floor, I can’t help but reflect on this journey once again. Wow.
Put the sheets in the washer, shower as the smell of pussy wafts in the air, and pour myself a glass of almond milk. Drop in some honey. Swirl it up.
Take a sip. It’s sweet.
But I know my sweet tooth isn’t satisfied yet.
The early mornings and I meet once again as I clasp on my silver bracelet – the final accessorizing touch to my simple Wednesday night outfit of a longline black tee, bleached slim-fit jeans, black suede PUMAs, and a silver necklace. Such a routine has become sacrosanct in my year of learning, and a process of which has been internalized from the music bouncing off the walls to the fragrant smells of my body post-shower.
I had been chatting with Dreamer and Lobo on-and-off in the preceding hours last night, something of which fueled me with positive vibes and the comforting sensation of community. A certain bi-headed duality that surrounds me with the inspiring hands of PUA OGs and the fresh newness of the eager, an eager who is getting very good very quickly.
Down the steps my horny feet take me as I segue to toss away a grocery-bag of recyclable materials. I like to have my place spick-and-span these days when a ladyfriend might be coming over.
Back on my route, check of the phone, 1:06 AM, home again, home again, jiggety-jog, to market, to market we go.
Two venue stops later and a handful of solid sets that did not get fucked for a variety of reasons, my body now leans against the tender bark of a sidewalk tree. The time is nearing 2:00 AM, and the bars is town have now closed. It is my first time in this post-up location, but that is also because I went inside of the adjacent venue for a little exploration. It was more active than expected, which means that the post-close scramble has a rushing aura of what, when, who.
My peripheral vision is searching for a lone wolf to break from the pack. Soon enough, a slender blonde slips through the smallish crowd, all alone now. I initiate my pace to reach her side, which I do, before I induce an AI and open over the shoulder. My standard street nightgame pre-opener, “How is your night going?”
This allows me to enter her world with the relaxing premise of sprezzatura and also to gauge a more refined understanding of her state. It’s not her best night. I continue on with a reframe and pace and lead and the hook is now on. Not my strongest, but we’re in. We continue walking down the sidewalk together when a girl voice calls her name from behind. She stops and looks back. It’s her friend, who is with a man. They were apparently all together before she walked off. I grab the frame by the horns and comment who we were just having a discussion about how women are never given the respect they deserve these days.
The guy quickly takes a liking to me and invites me to an afterparty at his nearby place with the three of them. These girls are two hot blondes, and of course I accept. The first stop is at the gas station to purchase alcohol – I don’t like to drink but maintain course and calibration to retain social frame. On the way, the two girls talk about some jerk of a guy while I continue my standard contrast framing. I become fairly certain that the man is gay. He repeatedly asks me if I really am coming with them and makes a few touches to me. I know that he is the key to social frame here, so I just continue with my verbals and vibe. We walk into the gas station to select some colorfully packaged alcohol from behind the foggy glass doors. Again, I don’t drink nor intend to do anything but fake drink, and I make no fuss about the Corona they have selected. We agree to split the cost.
Approach
The white-boxed six pack is carried into the checkout line at this trashhole of a gas station – the only place left in town still selling happy liquids at this hour. As we merge into the line, our merger is met with man and a woman who simultaneously verge beside us. The girl is an attractive auburn hair blue-eye dressed in a black athleisure crop-top and black Lululemon leggings. Tucked into her waistband is her pink phone and grasped by her hand is a pink pack of some 6 drinks. HBBaddice.
Her eyes see me with a big AI, and I see it. The man stands behind her and makes a comment to the other guy about how he has to “take care of the women you know” or something like that. Whatever is whatever because I fully intend to pounce on this sprezzaturatic meet cute graced by the hands of spontaneity itself.
The body of her is open and receptive to me so I lean in a little closer as I ask how her night is going, but the words are only part of it. The vibe is strong as I soak in the glistening of her eyes. Ok, she says, with a little cute shifting of her shoulders.
Ok? Oh alright, well, that’s not the worst thing ever, like it’s not a bad night you know, but let me ask you this – do we come out, ever, to just have an ok type of night? No right, because don’t we come out to live the type of nights that we’ll look back on years from now and never forget?
Yeah, she giggles.
Exactly, I completely agree. So one more thing then, have you ever had the feeling when it’s like you’re not ready to call it a night just yet? When it’s like you know that the night is far from over, and maybe, just maybe, an okay night can turn into something a little more interesting?
The blue eyes flash like a light switch. If I didn’t know for sure before, I do now. I have to act on this right now – she is the best target in this moment.
I ask if that guy is her boyfriend to screen for logistics. She says no. I ask what she’s up to without breaking eye contact. She’s not sure yet, but I am. I say that we can just take her drinks to my place and drink them there.
Grabbing the pink box from her hand and the Corona from the others, I plop both on the counter and stamp down two twentys. I quickly tell the cashier that I’ll have both, she hands me a ten back without even asking to check my ID, I give a look to the afterparty guy and say to take care and just take their drinks, grab the pink box from the counter, look HBBaddice in the eyes, tell her to come on without even acknowledging the guy she was with, and even take her hand as we leave the gas station.
It was a rapid maneuver built from intuition, the truth that I knew she was the girl for the night and there would be lots of other stuff to handle with the others. And she was there, right there.
Pull
We’re walking out of the gas station hand-in-hand. It was natural for us but perhaps may have seemed rather cosmic to the onlookers.
I order an Uber for us – 8 minutes away. Not ideal. The walk is about 15 minutes anyway. I lead her to a nearby bench in an extremely low-traffic area as we wait for a few minutes while I continue to work the verbals. After a few minutes, the ride still says 8 minutes away. This town sometimes, seriously.
Knowing the stagnation is not good, I see if she feels comfortable with walking. She says yeah somewhat enthusiastically, so I just cancel the ride as we begin walking. While we do, I set many of my usual nonjudgmental and arousal frames circled around SOTs. At one point, she answers me that she’s traveled often, and while she lists a bevy of countries, one that she would really like to visit is France. That’s perfect. I walk her through the aesthetic of Paris and the romantic milieu, which ties into what my friend living in Paris says about the women there.
I explain how he tells me the women are so much more sexually liberated there, as if they feel free to explore and express themselves in new and interesting ways without the feeling of shame or judgement. HBBaddice notes that she wishes it was like that here. I say me too, but also, that we can actually create a world exactly like that for ourselves if we allow ourselves to let ourselves go once we find a like-minded person who values comfort and true intimacy. Also make sure to discuss music quickly to add in an extra open-loop and plausible deniability.
It is worth noting that she does ask my age. I have her guess, but she won’t tell me her age. I then ask her if she’s going to be a senior because then the maximum social frame hurdle would be revealed – and I can hurdle it. She says yes to that. I say me too. She says good.
She begins to lean into me, so I place my arm around her. Soon, her arm is around me. That signals that my touching can become more aggressive as I softly talk with her in this gentle night. My right hand slowly meets different areas of her body.
I can tell she is getting a little tired of walking as we near my place, so I make sure to reaffirm exactly where it is and how close we are. When we get inside, I offer her water which she accepts. Leading her into my bedroom, I ask her to take her shoes off. She does, and then she uses the bathroom. When she comes out, I invite her to sit next to me on the bed – I’m sitting on the outside part of the bed so she will be sitting on the inside closer to the pillow – and she gladly does. Music on. I say something but know she’s ready to go. Make-out, lay her down. Continuing my verbals. Her top off. Nipple piercings and an elegant floral tattoo under her left breast. My shirt comes off. Her leggings come off. I place her hands on my belt. She is excited to remove it and unzips my jeans.
Sex
Tease her for a while, and I can tell she is rather aroused. I get the feeling that it’s time to fuck her. Have her verbalize that she wants to be fucked as I grab a condom.
Fuck her well. Probably my best fucking yet, though I think I said that last time, too. So I like that trend. She is wild and good at sex. The Eros Technique works very well, and she is satisfied. Though her sex drive is extremely high and wants to keep going and going and going.
Her mouth takes my cock and cum. Soon afterwards as the aggressive romp continues, I ask if she’s ever watched herself be fucked in the mirror. Her eyes light up once more. Put her on her knees, have her blow me from that position for a minute as I play with her hair and look into her blue eyes, and then I take her hair. Leading her to the full-length mirror on my closet door as she crawls. Fuck her doggystyle in that position as we become voyeurs of ourselves. Though as we get more and more kinky, I also make sure to have her promise to let me know if she feels uncomfortable at any point. She is highly receptive and actually continues to beg for more and more.
Back to the bed, and she doesn’t want to stop. Honestly was trying to wind her down for a good while. Even as we cuddle she wants to get fucked more. I instead hold her and run through material such as we she sees herself in the future, and also to imagine how it feels when she looks back on this special night here with me years from now. I do also make a note that I may be moving away from this town in the near future but do so very lightly in a happy memories sort of sense. Wanted to do that to further solidify the social frame for good feelings with a ONS.
And also… before she finally falls asleep, I check that she likes donuts.
Her head lies on my chest as she drifts into a slumber while I softly stroke her body. I’m not able to sleep. When I know she’s deep enough into her dreams that she won’t be bothered by a little backlit light, I chat with other seducers for a little while. Away from the forum, some seducers have been putting in work so it felt nice to use that extra inspiration to make something happen on this Wednesday night.
Also, I think back to HBWildflower. This girl has been on my mind recently – all very special thoughts. This is largely because of Lobo’s last LR. It reminded me a lot of My Little Wildflower. Crazy how that all works, and crazy how I’m thinking about a different girl as one lays her head on my chest. Not oneitis or anything, just thinking.
Sometime past 6:00 AM, I whisper into her ear that I’ll grab some food and that she can continue to rest. Smiles. Go to my usual place. Decide on a pair of donuts for us each – a red velvet, and a cinnamon sugar, chocolate-filled.
When I return, she doesn’t want to awake despite us agreeing on a set alarm time because I have my remote internship and a videoconference at 8:00 AM. It’s actually concerning me that she doesn’t want to get out of bed, and I don’t want to hinder the experience by being too forceful.
But around 7:30 she finally begins to behave again and throws herself on me. Really, really good morning sex. She becomes such a happy girl with lots of compliments towards me. I encourage her to prove how much she likes me. She responds by tying her hair up tight. And then passionately worshipping my cock, balls, and perinium. Yes.
She begs for my cum, I cum all over her face when I decide it’s time. I proceed to take her hand, wipe the cum onto her fingers, and feed it to her. Cleaning my good girl up. Thank you Daddy, she says. I think subtle Daddy fantasies or whatever are fine for ONS, and I didn’t prompt her to start saying it either. Well I mean there was that discussion we had about her sexual fantasies as I laid on top of her earlier in the night. But she is the type Linguinator says is all good and wanted every single second of all of that.
Good sex.
Post-Lay
My videoconference thankfully gets rescheduled for later in the day, so we continue to fuck until around 8:45. I love how happy she was the entire time. We both definitely had a great experience with each other.
I grab her number even though it’s unlikely I’ll be seeing her again – I only have a few more days in this town before my plans may change forever. However, I do have a creeping feeling that I really need to start doing more than ONS in order for, one, to make sure that I won’t get bored of fucking a hot girl more than once. I know that it will be important to practice relationships in the future. But it’s fine for now.
Let her take her share of the donuts and alcohol which wasn’t opened. Get her an Uber home. Walk her down, she tells me how much she loved it, etc. Tell her to text me when she gets home. Make-out, into the Uber, I walk away without looking back.
Receive a text from shortly after I get an Uber notification. I don’t really want to text much but know that I have to see this through to leave her experience all with happy feelings beyond our time together.
Me (8:50 AM): Lofty
HBBaddice (9:07 AM): HBBaddice
Me (9:37 AM): loved every single second with you and had a wonderful time. enjoy the donuts *wink/tongue emoji*
HB (9:40 AM): Thank you *smiling blush emoji* I had a great time. Have to do it again soon maybe *eyeglass emoji*
HB (10:37 AM): Donuts are great btw
Me (11:27 AM): yassssss those are my faves *heart emoji*
HB (11:29 AM): Definitely needed them this morning *whining emoji*
Me (11:39 AM): saaaame we wore each other out fr *two laughing emojis*
HB (11:40 AM): I honestly don't even feel like we ever stopped *sweat emoji*
Me (12:12 PM): omg lol
HB (12:17 PM): What *laughing emoji*
Me (12:19 PM): hope ur not as sore as i am *laughing emoji*
HB (12:27 PM): Oh I’m sore as fuck
HB (12:27 PM): That shit was intense
*Note: I believe her “Have to do it again soon maybe” comment indicate her uncertainty of my interest*
HBBaddice (9:07 AM): HBBaddice
Me (9:37 AM): loved every single second with you and had a wonderful time. enjoy the donuts *wink/tongue emoji*
HB (9:40 AM): Thank you *smiling blush emoji* I had a great time. Have to do it again soon maybe *eyeglass emoji*
HB (10:37 AM): Donuts are great btw
Me (11:27 AM): yassssss those are my faves *heart emoji*
HB (11:29 AM): Definitely needed them this morning *whining emoji*
Me (11:39 AM): saaaame we wore each other out fr *two laughing emojis*
HB (11:40 AM): I honestly don't even feel like we ever stopped *sweat emoji*
Me (12:12 PM): omg lol
HB (12:17 PM): What *laughing emoji*
Me (12:19 PM): hope ur not as sore as i am *laughing emoji*
HB (12:27 PM): Oh I’m sore as fuck
HB (12:27 PM): That shit was intense
*Note: I believe her “Have to do it again soon maybe” comment indicate her uncertainty of my interest*
Put the sheets in the washer, shower as the smell of pussy wafts in the air, and pour myself a glass of almond milk. Drop in some honey. Swirl it up.
Take a sip. It’s sweet.
But I know my sweet tooth isn’t satisfied yet.
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