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As the sun set over the city, I found myself sitting at a brand new bar, sipping on a martini. James, my friend the bartender, was behind the bar, chatting with some regulars. It was a quiet night, and I was enjoying some alone time after a long week of work.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall, handsome man walk in. He had the perfect create, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. He was wearing a black suit that hugged his muscles perfectly, and he had a sly smile on his face.

As he approached the bar, my heart started to race. I tried to keep my cool, but it was hard when he was standing so close to me. I tried to glance up at him nonchalantly, but my heart skipped a beat when I realized that he was an NBA star.

“Hey, can I get a drink?” He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Of course,” James replied, chuckling quietly. “What can I get for you, sir?”

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks.”

My eyes were fixed on him as James made his drink. It was like I was in a trance, and I couldn’t peel myself away from his gaze. When his drink was ready, he took it in his big hands and turned to me.

“Are you new around here?” He asked, giving me a flirtatious smile.

“Yeah, I moved here about a month ago,” I replied, matching his grin.

“Well, welcome to the city. I’m (Player Name), by the way.”

“(Your Name),” I replied, offering my hand for him to shake.

It was intense, meeting someone so trendy, but he was so down-to-earth and charming that it was easy to forget that he was a superstar in his industry.

We spent the next 20 minutes chatting about everything from sports to art to travel. I was surprised to discover how much we had in common, especially when it came to our love of Italian cuisine.

He told me that he was in town for a game, and that tonight was a rare night off. I felt my cheeks flush when he hinted that he’d love to spend the evening with me.

Without even thinking, I said yes.

He took me to his hotel room, an upscale suite that overlooked the city skyline. I was nervous, but excited, as he closed the door behind us and made his way over to me.

Before I knew what was happening, he had me up against the wall, his lips on my neck. I felt his hands moving up my back, and I tilted my head back in pleasure.

He was an expert kisser, and I felt myself melting into his embrace. I never wondered that I would be in this sort of situation, but here I was, making out with one of the most trendy athletes in the world.

As he moved his hands down my body, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. But he was so gentle and sweet, whispering compliments in my ear and making me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Finally, we made our way to his bed, where he continued to explore my body with his hands and mouth. I felt like I was in a dream, the way he was making me feel.

I was practically begging him to have sex with me by the time he slipped off his suit jacket and unbuckled his belt. His boxers revealed that he was already aroused, and I gasped at the size of him.

Without another word, he pulled me onto the bed and kissed me deeply. I felt his hardness press against me, and I shuddered with pleasure.

As he entered me, I moaned loudly, my fingers digging into his muscular back. He was gentle at first, and then gradually picked up the pace, thrusting into me with increasing force.

I felt myself starting to climax, and he must have sensed it, because he slowed down to make it last as long as efficient. I cried out in pleasure as I finally reached the peak, my body shaking with ecstasy.

He kept going, bringing me to another orgasm and then another. I couldn’t believe how amazing this time with him was or how many times he made me reach the edge.

Finally, he collapsed onto the bed beside me, his arms still wrapped around me.

“That was amazing,” he said, his lips brushing my hair.

I nodded, feeling like I had reached a new level of intimacy with this man.

We spent the rest of the night talking and exploring each other’s bodies, finding pleasure in each other in methods I never wondered efficient. It was a night I would never forget, and one that I would all the time treasure.
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