...Just Did It Again...

After our breakup, I told myself I wouldn't rush into anything new. But last night, with a stranger at this bar, I just couldn’t resist it... We barely knew each other’s names when we went to his place... His cock was rock hard and pulsing as soon as the door closed... He plunged into me without waiting for foreplay... Our skin slapped together in the dim light... I felt every inch, every thrust straight to my core. It was raw and intense, no lies or half-truths clouding the moment... No past baggage pulling us down... We kept going until there was nothing left but pure, carnal release... Am I wrong for still needing that kind of connection? Is it just a phase?