It's a beautiful day in Manhattan, one of those days where you want to spend the day drinking and the evening having sex. I spend much of the day with a former crush who now has a live-in girlfriend. There's hours of flirting and teasing, just enough to get me in my "hunt" mood. As soon as former crush leaves, I flip through a mental rolodex of go-to "fuck me" buddies. Damn, they have either moved away or are now in relationships. Booo.
I get home half way tipsy and try to distract myself with Facebook. Around 1am, I get a text. 1am texts are always a good sign, wouldn't you agree? Ahhh, it's Mr. Friend. He's in town from LA for only one night. I immediately invite him over, we smoke some weed, and dive into an evening of much needed grabbing, touching, screaming, and fucking.
Must be my lucky night.
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