I never intended for that first kiss to happen but alcohol had different plans. I was never the type of girl to look at other girl's men and I'd like to think that I wouldn't have kissed him had I not been so caught up in his artistry. Swaying and emotional and alone in his living room, I danced to the music and abandoned myself to the moment upon which he intruded. When he took my hips in his hands and choreographed my dancing with his movements I was lost in seduction. He drew it out, never getting quite close enough but leading me further down his rabbit hole until I was hopelessly lost and succumbed to his beautiful mouth.
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