Her name was Sin

• I'll start this off by saying Happy birthday to Afro, *hiss* to Vera...and as for the "protesters" outside my building..you're boring.
• Also, for the girl at the other end of the train last night, trying her hardest not to smile...i hope your face hurts
• I typed this up on my phone this morning, forgot to save and lost it, and I've been busy all day...why I'm just posting.

I met her at my friend the promoter's flat. I walked in and there she was, with her friend. Although her friend, Christine, who smiled at me, was more classically pretty, I was drawn to her raw sexuality. The boomchikawahwah was strong with this one.

Her name was Sin.

I got her down to her underwear that night. (Truth or Dare truly is a wonderful game). She flirted with me. I flirted with her. She gave me her number right before she and her friend hopped in the cab we called them.

I called her a couple of days later.

Hi Baby!

Hi Sin. How's that booty keepin'?

Hehe, I'm taking care of it for you daddy. She was ever the flirt.

Haha, sounds like hard work...you should let me help.

Hehe, maybe.

I wanna do dinner and a movie on friday night, you interested?

Erm, I'm busy that night, but you should take Christine instead.

*Uh oh*Christine? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?

A pause.You should call her. Here's her number.

So I called Christine. We hung out, she came back to mine...and we chilled. She was cute, but I wasnt really attracted to her. We became pretty good friends, pretty much talking everyday, for between 3 and 5 hours each day; which I found weird because I was sure she had a boyfriend. Didnt she ever talk to him? Didnt bother me, the conversation and the banter was good. But there was no..erm...boomchikawahwah.

A couple of months later, I ran into Sin. We walked and talked and caught up.

How come we never hooked up?

Are you kidding? I cant date someone my friend is dating!

Who?

Dont you and Christine have a little something going on?

I raised an eyebrow; No, we're just friends. Did she tell you different?

Oh, no. I just assumed...

Dont assume. I was always more attracted to you.

She blushed. Ok

You should come visit one of these days. I'll cook you dinner.

Ooh yes! Christine told me you're an amazing cook(her words not mine)

So she came over one evening, I cooked dinner, and when we were done eating, the facebook addict sat glued to my laptop...ignoring me....this was going to be fun.

I watched her for a few minutes, sipping on rosé, her long, brown, faultless legs crossed at the knee. Shorts that stopped dangerously close to her pelvis. She had taken off her jacket to reveal beautiful, toned shoulders and perfect skin.

I walked up behind her, hands on her shoulders...and carressed them.

Mmm that feels good. Um, can you give me a backrub please.

I'll do you one better, I'll give you a full body massage.

Hehe, no thanks, just a backrub...for now.

Ok, but I can't do it through your clothes.

She got up. Turn around. No peeking.

I smiled and turned around.

OK I'm ready!

I turned to find her sprawled face down on my bed. I reached up on the shelf for the massage oil and walked over to the bed. I paused for a moment to admire the perfection that was her body.

..and then I reached down and undid the clasp of her bra

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