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sluts from my past A few nights ago I am fairly certain I ran into a woman that I knew during a rough period of my past. I was living in a hotel, working at a porn shop, and dabbling in a little bit of everything that came my way. Whether it was drugs or sex, I was willing to give it a try. This led to me smoking cocaine in a video booth while a man expertly sucked my cock. When I later commended him on his skills he told me he’d learned from a that was currently working the area near my hotel. You can probably guess where this is going, but let me just say that her skills were out of this world. At some point I would actually hire her to give a friend of mine a goodbye blowjob because he was moving away. I will never know if the woman I saw in the library was the same from decades past, because I couldn’t figure out how to broach the subject without being awkward about it. And ultimately, what would be the point of finding out if it was indeed her - did I plan on reminiscing with her about what would likely be a pretty terrible time in her life? Was I going to be a total piece of garbage and see if I could get some oral sex from her? So I glanced at her more than a few times, but kept my mouth shut. She had very distinct, memorable facial features and stature, so I’m fairly certain it was who I think it was. Nearly a week earlier, and during the day, I thought I caught sight of a very different slut from my past. This was a woman I treated as my , and she had a very unique way of dressing as a result. She was in her early 20s / twenties but would wear things a preteen might. Sometimes her attire was even “younger” which delighted me to no end. We were proud perverts! In addition to the way she dressed was the way she moved, which I think is what initially caught my eye. There was something innocent in her gait; I don’t know how else to describe it. This person I saw was the same size and dimensions, had a similar style of dress, and even walked the same. It was tough not to drop everything I was doing and go chase after her, just to see if I was correct. There aren’t that many memorable sluts from my past, mainly because when I found someone to love I really tried to make it work. My relationships were intense, sex-filled, and lasted for a while. Running into an ex has never even been a consideration, yet it’s happened once before. I legitimately ran into someone I’d been in love with for many years, at a department store, and we actually tried to see about at least rekindling a friendship but it didn’t work out. Rare are the instances I run into anyone from my past, if I’m being honest, so potentially running into 2 / two in a very short time is a nice coincidence, but both of them being females seems slightly significant. Maybe being visited by sluts from the past means there is going to be a visit from a slut of the future!  |
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