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The Wild Night
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    Written by Jeennalin Wong.


    “Do you think we will get into trouble if we kiss here?”

    “Of course not”.

    Then we started kissing on the sidewalk, where no one could see us.



    On Christmas Eve night, I met a man at the bar—a friendly and unpretentious bar that made me feel pleasurable from the moment I stepped in. He was a memorable man who designed a drink that kept me merry all night. From the moment I entered the bar, I could feel his gaze constantly staring at me, causing me to think, "If I didn't get to know this guy, it would be a pity night." After ending this though, I went in and talked to him without hesitation, and it made me feel like I was doing the right thing by spending time with this person tonight.

      

    We steadily developed our connections by talking about anything from trivial to personal life, including the intimacy between our bodies. Our distance began with eye contact, and we narrowed it down to that distance by exchanging the flavors of our souls through mouth-to-mouth snuggles.

     

    "Do you think we will get into trouble if we kiss here?" I asked him.

    "Of course not."

    Then we started kissing on the sidewalk, where no one could see us. 

     

    With a drink that kept me merry, I was more delighted with the kiss. It was not an impetuous kiss, but it was still intensely hot enough to make me feel like someone was burning me inside. I did not like the cigarettes that he smoked, but I immediately changed my mind as I let him offer me his taste in my mouth.

     

    I stamped my kiss on his skin to ensure that my aggressive kiss would leave an imprint on his body. 

     

    "As proof that tonight is not just a dream," I said. He did not say anything, but he put his arms around my waist, and hugged me tight instead, and that somehow made me satisfied with this reaction. Before sunrise, I would love to spend the night with him, making it as noteworthy as I could. It was filled with drunkenness and playfulness between me and him—It was a wild night that I thought I did not want to forget.

     

    This man was so memorable that I wanted to write this story, and yes, I literally did it. Even though it was only a short-term relationship for that night, I was still thankful to destiny for letting me know this person.

     
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