"I want to have your abortion."

This is how all sex should have been. In those moments, in that room, with that person, nothing else mattered. Not jobs, not cars, not bills, not the future, not the past, not insecurity, not *your* girlfriend, not love. Raw, and messy, and hard, loud, and...real. That is truly living. That's the beauty of being with someone for one night; nothing is taken for granted. Every gasp, every touch, every moan, every movement felt both like the first and the last.

Few things are as satisfying as fucking someone like you. Nothing is as flattering as being fucked by someone like you.

This morning he drove back to his world, and I drove back to mine, and once I stop walking strangely, I'll always think fondly of what happened in that room. And be thankful that most of the other guests were hearing impaired!

I hope that everyone has at least one night like that in their life. It's life affirming, spirit renewing, and vanity indulging. We all need that to remind us of who we are.

Brought to you by the letter L and the best fuck I've had since grade school.