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It was a ordinary night out at a Melbourne party. I was 22 and had been living in the city for a few months and was starting to feel comfortable in my new surroundings. I was having a great time, dancing and laughing with my friends, when I noticed a guy across the room. He was tall and handsome, with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, so I decided to go over and introduce myself. We started talking, and before I knew it, we were both laughing and joking around. We were getting along so well that I decided to invite him to join my group of friends.

At some point during the night, one of my friends suggested that we do something a bit more daring. He suggested that the guy I was talking to should stand behind me and pull my cheeks aside with his fingers, while other guys took turns standing across from me and spitting into my mouth.

At first, I was taken aback by the suggestion, but then I felt a rush of adrenaline. I was feeling bold and adventurous, and I wanted to see what would happen. So, I agreed to it.

The guy I was talking to stood behind me and pulled my cheeks aside with his fingers. Then, one by one, the other guys lined up across from me and spat into my mouth. It felt strange and sort of gross, but also strangely exhilarating.

Afterwards, I felt a bit embarrassed and a bit ashamed, but also strangely liberated. I had done something daring and wild, and it had been surprisingly enjoyable.

The next morning, I woke up with a bit of a hangover and a strange feeling of accomplishment. I had done something daring and wild, and it had been surprisingly enjoyable. It was a night I would never forget.

Looking back, I’m glad I decided to take a risk and do something a bit daring. It was a great reminder that life is too short to be afraid of trying new things.

NSFW: yes

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