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As I walked into the dimly lit bar, I felt a new electricity start to ripple through me. I was on the hunt for something that I couldn’t quite name but was sure I could discover. My eyes roamed around the room, taking in the sea of faces, before they landed on him.

He was sitting at the bar, his broad shoulders slumped, his shirt hugging every curve of his muscular body. He looked up, his piercing blue eyes meeting my own, and a grin spread across his lips.

Without a word, he got up and walked over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me close. His breath was hot against my ear, and I shuddered in anticipation. He told me his name was Michael, and he was looking for a night of fun.

We made our way to my hotel room, the tension building between us with every step. As soon as we were through the door, he pushed me up against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine. Our tongues fought for dominance, each of us determined to come out on top.

I felt his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants, and I knew that I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth. I dropped to my knees, and my fingers tentatively found the button on his jeans.

My heart racing, I pulled the zipper down and felt him spring free. His cock was hard and throbbing, and I couldn’t withstand the urge to take him into my mouth. I flicked my tongue around the head, enjoying the way it felt against my lips.

As I worked my magic, I could feel him growing harder and harder, and I knew it was time to take things to the next level. I stood up and pushed him onto the bed, my hands running down his chest. He grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap as we began to grind against each other.

As we moved together, our moans became louder and louder, until we were both lost in the moment. We collapsed onto the bed, panting and smiling, knowing that we had both gotten what we were looking for.

But as the night wore on, something began to shift. Michael started to change, becoming more possessive and jealous. His once sweet, playful nature turned cruel and twisted, and I found myself trapped in a nightmare.

In the end, I realized that I had been nothing more than a pawn in Michael’s twisted game, and that our night of passion had been nothing more than a charade. But as I walked away, bruised and betrayed, I knew that I would never forget the way he had made me feel.
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