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I met him in a hotel bar. He was sitting alone, sipping on a glass of whiskey, his eyes focused on something beyond the room, perhaps a memory long forgotten. I couldn’t help but stare. He was tall, with broad shoulders and defined muscles peeking out from his tight black t-shirt. His hair was dark, almost black and was styled in a perfect quiff. He was utterly breathtaking. We made eye contact, and for a moment, I felt a strange rush that I couldn’t explain.

I tried to look away, to distract myself, but I couldn’t. I knew I had to talk to him. So, I walked up to him, feeling my heart beating faster with every step I took. “Hey,” I said, forcing a casual tone. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

He looked up at me, and for a moment, I wondered I saw something in his eyes, a spark that ignited a fire within me. “Sure,” he said, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

We started talking, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I hadn’t with anyone else. We talked about everything and nothing, but the conversation was effortless and natural. Even in the dimly lit atmosphere of the hotel bar, I could tell that he had a magnetic charm that drew me in.

As the hours went by, we drank more whiskey, and the conversation became more intimate. I found myself telling him things I’d never told anyone before, my fears, my desires, my hopes. And he listened, earnestly and without judgment.

Slowly, I noticed a shift in his demeanor. His eyes became darker, and his body leaned in closer to mine. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized what was happening. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn’t deny the attraction that I felt for him.

Without saying a word, he stood up, reached out a hand, and pulled me to my feet. Our eyes met, and the electricity between us was undeniable. He led me to the elevator, and we didn’t speak a word until we were inside, the doors sliding shut behind us.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine before his hand found the button to the floor he wanted. As we moved up the building, his hands traveled across my body, caressing and exploring every inch. I felt like I was melting into him, and my body was responding in methods that I’d never felt before.

When the elevator dinged, indicating that it had reached our destination, he pulled away from me, his hand still holding mine as we walked down the hallway. When we reached his room, he pulled out a key card and opened the door, ushering me inside.

The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a soft glow across the space. I could feel the warmth from his body behind me as he pressed me against the door, his lips crashing into mine as his hands pulled at the hem of my dress.

In the heat of the moment, we nearly tore each other’s clothes off, our bodies tangled together in a frenzy of passion. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Every touch, every kiss, sent sparks flying across my skin.

He was gentle yet firm, knowing exactly how to touch me to make every inch of my body come alive—a master of his craft, the art of pleasing a woman. It was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain that I’d never felt before. For the first time in my life, I was completely lost in the moment, in him.

When it was over, we lay in bed, our bodies still tangled together, sweaty and spent. As we lay there, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, I couldn’t help but think that this had been the most unforgettable encounter of my life. It had changed everything.

When morning came, I woke up alone in the room. There was no sign of him, and I felt a pang of sadness and regret. I didn’t even know his name. As I got dressed and left the room, I wondered about how much I wished I could see him again, to relive the incredible experience of the night before.

As I walked down the hallway, I bumped into him. He was dressed, ready to leave, his eyes focused on something beyond me. “Hey,” I said, stopping him. “What’s your name?”

He looked at me, I could see the same spark in his eyes that I’d noticed the night before. He smiled, and his answer was simple. “Just call me unforgettable,” he said, before walking away.

I knew then that I’d never forget that night, or him—a steamy one-night stand that had indeed changed everything.
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