My Group Sex

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As the ecstatic sharpness begins to wane, we all collapse, trembling into a gently, surprisingly loving-feeling, sensual heap, wash each other with wet kisses, lapping up our glorious spent juices as they drip from every part of our bodies, nuzzling, cuddling, soaking in the softness, the scents, the sweat, and the warmth that surrounds us and exudes from us.

We never asked their names; they don’t know ours. If we ever see each other, in passing, at a bar or next to each other in line at the moves, I’m sure we’ll recognize each other, and may well get suddenly aroused all over again, remembering our explosive night of crazy experimentation, but I suspect we’ll keep it to ourselves, and not say a word.

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