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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I'm reminded of a couple of meets a few years ago where I met with strangers and fucked as you do.
You kind of go for it with each other and it's all instinctive, animalistic sort of stuff on an afternoon but then I remember in both occasions, there was a moment of real beauty - the other seeming vulnerable or fragile or feeling myself that I was totally immersed in this person.
And then it passes and the fucking continues to its inevitable end.
Strange. It's never really happened with "dates" or such like.
It is something that keeps me here. Or at least, the possibility keeps me here.
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