Sunday Scribblings

This week’s word is Stranger

Door slightly ajar, lights off, internal voice of excitement deafening.

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I had been trolling the darker side of the internet on a lonely Friday night.

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The music permeating the room was upbeat, but wordless.

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I had nothing, and everything, in mind; I may have posted my email address.

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The scent was unmistakably vanilla.

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It started with an anonymous email, “Midtown Hyatt, room 636, 9:30pm, come in silence.”

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I fumbled my way out of my clothes and into the bedroom.

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I had heard about things such as this, but refused to accept that they existed.

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We grouped, poked, prodded and fucked, uncontrollably, in complete and utter silence.

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I reemerged into the light, noise, and going ons of the normal world, a new man, transformed by the faceless, nameless, wordless sex of a complete stranger.