He took entirely too long to meet. My fault - age differences, general mistrust, his voice (oddly enough), and not so clear conversations online.

So I looked at the photos he sent. Again. Talked on the phone. Again. And, gave in to an inkling of something.

Post-tattoo we met. Maybe it was the adrenaline. If the night was set to music, Ravel’s Bolero would have illustrated the long, slow build up.

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SpinTalk Calls For Kinks and Giggles

Tomorrow’s subject - hooking up at xmas. I have to admit, I have had some experience with the holiday booty call.

So where do these tinsel flings end up? Mostly in that giant trash bag with the balding pine tree and the torn wrapping. A post-office party tryst in the copy room or a Secret Santa swap that ends on your desk can be fun but purely a seasonal thing.

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