As I sipped on my Vodka Gimlet, I still didn't know who he was or how we knew one another. As I stood there I waited for my memory to kick in and still I was drawing a blank. He stated his name was "CJ," and that he was Philly. As I drove home, I thought about who CJ was and how we had met. I had to open up my gmail account and go through some e-mails to refresh my memory. The story goes ... He was a guy with a girlfriend, but was interested in getting fucked and fisted.
I sent him an e-mail ... and he replied, "It's me - It was great seeing you last night."
Now that was hott.
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