My date and I met in a hotel room for one night of passion

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It ended with an explosively satisfying night.

I opened the hotel door to find my date, Chirag, standing there – and his mouth went straight to my neck.

It was summer, and the night was dark and hot. But in the room, I was greeted with the coolness of both the air conditioning and Chirag’s hands.

I was excited and titillated. I had never had a rendez-vous like this before. It was 2022, I was 28 years old, and had just moved to New York City. We had just met for the very first time at a hotel in Times Square: one night only, we’d decided, just us.

Chirag turned me against the wall next to the doorway and started kissing my neck and chest. He ran his hands over my waist, then slid them under my shirt, feeling the lace of my bra. ‘Ohh, what’s this now?’ he whispered. Then he gave me a slap on my ass.

My breath was short. I sucked in air as he kissed me, wondering what he was going to do next.

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We kissed, and then we kissed some more. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, hissing, saying, ‘We are so gonna have a good time tonight.’

I’d just moved to the city, and I didn’t want to get into a serious relationship. I had broken up with a boyfriend a year prior in my hometown, and I’d recently had a depressive episode. Now, I wanted to forget my troubles and redeem my self-esteem after lying in bed crying for months.

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