They get your toes tapping and you hum along, but leave you wondering: why is this one under my skin? Of course, we're talking about the one-hit wonders that prove unforgettable—and not always in the good way. You may do well with a high school reunion or a long-anticipated tryst, or you may find yourself wondering what you were thinking when you took THAT home. Worse, what to do with the lover who gets it right, then refuses to do so again?
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My One and Only One-Night Stand . . . That Wasn't
Immediately, he and I started dancing, and I'll admit, I was pretty drunk. We were facing each other, and he kept laughing at me because I wouldn't look him in the face. I was so scared to be the one making the first move, but when I'd get close to him, I could feel the hard-on in his pants. Finally, I just kissed him, and he even said something about it finally happening.
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I have a partner in crime. A challenger, a pressing influence who is so much like me we often push each other towards our personal boundaries. We started talking about someone who was mutually attractive to us, and found ourselves dancing around a central issue. Two weeks later, we shared him in an attic, sweating and showing ourselves to someone who seemed completely overwhelmed.
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Something in those sad eyes of his seemed to say that he was so supremely confident, that he was such a total stud, that he had chosen me of all the walking vaginas in the room, and all he had to do was reach out and take me.
I didn't know if that was flattering or not.
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Recovering my composure now, I realise that your cunt is at the perfect height for me to play with, just by extending my right hand, and I can already see your juices coating your lips. Dipping a finger inside you, covering it with your juice, I remove it and suck it clean . . . mmmmm, that's the taste I have been longing for.
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He knelt in front of me. The couch was the perfect height. There was space between us so that I could reach down and rub my clit as he fucked me. I could see him entering me. Our hands were (mostly) free to wander. We could kiss. And I came like a house on fire, my pussy muscles gripping onto his cock like I'd never let him go.
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Presently, I was on my back--in a familiar apartment--yet with a stranger in my ass. And someone was entering the apartment. My body tensed up. But the chocolate guy fucking me looked at me and told me to relax. Everything is cool, he said, tryin to assure me to stay calm.
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