The metal and glass doors squeaked behind me as I entered the room. I paused to let my eyes adjust while my olfactory nerves were assaulted by an intoxicating mixture of vodka and cigarette smoke. I wondered if she would be here. Around the room guys had already made their moves and had hooked up for the night. A clock above the bar indicated it was 10:30 pm. Was it too late for me?
Then I saw her sitting there alone. She was as beautiful as I remembered. Her legs were shapely and firm. She was flat in the middle with cushions in all the right places. I was staring at her as if in a trance but she didn’t seem to mind. I gave her a slight nod and winked, but she didn’t respond. She just sat there, the object of my desire, tempting me with her beauty.
I walked over, smiled, and said hello. I told her that I missed her and missed the times we had once shared. I recounted our nights together, the countless hours we spent working on our relationship, and I thanked her for how she had helped me develop my physical skills. I told her I was sorry for my absence and promised her I would never take her for granted again. But she remained silent. Although she never said it, I think she really did miss me. I moved in close and pressed my body against hers. She didn’t move away. I put my hand on her and began stroking. For the next 160 minutes, I experienced what can best be described as pure emotional and physical bliss. Oh yeah, she treated me very well last night. I was stroking straight and scoring at will. It felt great to see her again and to touch her like before. Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll never leave you alone again.