A Night of Indulgence

I met a stranger at a bar last week, someone who looked at me in a way that made my pulse race. We exchanged numbers and later that night, after we both agreed to what we wanted, I went to his place. He was as skilled with his hands as he was with his words. His fingers found every sensitive spot on my body until I was practically trembling with need. Then, without hesitation or shame, we joined in a way that left no room for doubt about our mutual desire. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge until I finally climaxed hard, screaming out his name as I fell into bliss.