Exciting, invigorating, sensual, and heartwarming—those were the words Justin would typically use to describe the best sexual experiences he'd had.
However, what Justin had encountered last night with his mysterious partner exceeded all expectations.
It was an experience that transcended those descriptions, creating a category of its own as the most intense and emotionally profound sexual encounter he had ever encountered.
It was the kind of experience that evoked tears, smiles, and a fluttering sensation in the stomach, all at once.
This was far more than a mechanical act, a mere sequence of entry and exit. It was a soulful connection, as though he had discovered his missing half, a part of himself he never knew existed.
Last night, they had engaged in their passionate dance twice. Both times, she willingly surrendered herself, intensifying Justin's excitement.
Each encounter took him to heights he had never imagined. He felt overwhelming joy as he sensed the soft orange light touching his closed eyelids, giving him a glimpse of her face.
His curiosity was so strong that he nearly turned on the bedside lamp to see her better. Yet, his desire for another round won, and he returned to savor her sweet nectar once more.
After round two, exhaustion had overtaken him, a first for Justin. Typically, it took three or four rounds before he could sleep, but last night was different.
He awoke feeling remarkably refreshed, a sensation he had never experienced before.
In his elation, Justin couldn't contain his excitement at the prospect of seeing the woman who had not only put him to sleep but also filled him with unparalleled pleasure.
He yearned to nestle beside her and hold her close, a desire he longed to fulfill.
Determined to uncover her face and learn her name, Justin made a promise to himself. The image of her with her blond hair spread out like a paper fan on the pillow, framing her sleeping face, was the one he wanted etched into his memory forever.
He felt an inexplicable connection with her, one that transcended ordinary encounters. He had already decided to propose that she become his girlfriend, a proposal that most girls wouldn't refuse.
Once he saw her face and knew her name, perhaps they could explore round three.
The thought of round three filled Justin with excitement and desire. He wanted to hear her cry out his name as they both reached ecstasy, see her expression as she held him after their intimate moments.
With these thoughts in mind, he reached out to find the warm body that had been beside him, only to discover that it was gone.
Panic surged through him, and he cursed the abrupt departure, especially when his morning desire had returned.
As he entered the club the following morning, disheveled and determined, Justin was met by a Korean waiter's inquiry about his intentions.
He wasted no time and described the short kiwi boy, Larry, whom he sought. He needed to find him urgently to locate the woman who had left such a lasting impression on him.
The waiter initially claimed not to have anyone of that description on staff but later remembered the blonde woman who had asked him to deliver a note to Mr.
Queen, Justin himself. She had returned early that morning, visibly upset.
Justin's impatience grew as he waited for the waiter to retrieve the note. Once he had it in hand, he rushed outside and dialed her number, hoping to reconnect with his mysterious lover.
However, the voice that answered was not the one he expected, and the encounter took an unexpected turn.
"You Asshole!"