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I remember the first time I saw him, a mysterious man sitting in the corner of a busy café, a book in his hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He was tall, with dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Weeks passed by and I couldn’t get that moment out of my head. I had to see him again. And then one day, as if fate was playing a hand in my life, I found myself sitting across from him, sharing a table in the same café.

“Hi,” I said, trying to sound friendly, but the words came out in a whisper.

“Hi,” he replied with a warm smile.

We soon struck up a conversation, and I learned that he was a writer, just like I was. We talked about inspiration, writer’s block and the different methods we found to get the innovative juices flowing. It was like we had known each other for years.

As the conversation went on, I felt myself becoming more attracted to him. There was something about the way he spoke – softly, yet with conviction – that drew me in completely. I caught myself staring at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them.

He must have sensed my feelings because he leaned in closer and whispered, “Would you like to go somewhere more private?”

Not wanting to miss out on a chance with this man, I eagerly agreed.

We walked together down the street, the anticipation and sexual tension building between us with each passing step. Finally, we reached a small hotel, and he led me to the elevator.

Once inside his room, he turned to look at me and our eyes locked. Without a word, he took my hand and led me to the bed, where we both sat down.

It was like we were in a movie—the tension was intoxicating. Finally, he leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and gentle against mine. As the kiss deepened, I felt his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer to him.

With every touch, my desire grew stronger, until I was lost in a sea of passion. He kissed me with more force now, his hands roaming over my body, teasing and tantalizing me until I was writhing with pleasure.

As we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our bodies intertwined, I felt like I had found something special. We had started as strangers, but now we shared an intimacy that was hard to discover someone else.

He kissed me one last time before I had to leave, and I knew then that I had found something that would be hard to let go of. He was my intimate stranger, and I couldn’t wait for our next encounter.
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