You pick someone up in the bar at last call. You are half-baked and you stumble back to your place. In the throes of passion you call out “Oh….um (blank)…um…oh no” You have no idea what his name is. Here you are, flat on your back sharing your goodies with a literally nameless stranger. What
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My Dearest Casual Encounter, We met on Plentyoffish. You were the one with the sensual, alluring title – “Ram your **** inside me and spurt your hot load!”. I knew you were the one for me by the way you typed in ALL CAPS and listed enough conditions to make a contact attorney proud. Your
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