hot action

Sexy woman at the club. I have noticed her before. Tall brunette, young-looking, hot, slammin' body.

We've never made eye contact. I'm not sure if I've even seen her smile. She's just another yummy piece of eye-candy in the background of the urban landscape.

Noticed her again a few nights ago and something's changed. She's right out on the middle of the dancefloor, huge smile on her face. Her arms slide up into the air as she writhes to the music.

It is obvious to me that this woman has recently been the recipient of a good hard pounding.

The transformation in her bearing is sexy and unmistakable.

Sure enough, a fellow whom I take to be her new guy comes up and hugs her from behind. She smiles. She closes her eyes and grinds her hips back into him.

I'm pleased with this display. Maybe I should be jealous, or I should chide myself because a hot sexual opportunity was seized upon by another guy. But that's not how my mind works.

I've just learned a couple of things about this attractive stranger that I didn't know before. Such as: she likes the cock. She likes to feel good. (Hey, not every woman does. I know... it's weird.)

If she is getting quality action, she must be in possession of some seduction skills. Which definitely increases her appeal in my eyes.

Sometimes I think the real secret to Halifax is patience. Everything happens eventually. In the meantime, I'll just relax and enjoy myself and keep busy with other things.

When it does happen I think it's going to be fun.

Women who get laid are hot.
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There's a sexy lady I've been exchanging messages with. She just wrote to inform me that she lives within a block of my house.

It's a beautiful sunny day in North End Halifax. I walk over to my bedroom window and look outside. The backyards of the neighbourhood spread themselves out before me.

I try to use my erection as a compass. "Activate pussy radar." My hips turn, moving slowly, back and forth.

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