One last fuck

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Did you ever go against your better judgement and do it one last time only to regret it?
 
Wow! necrophilia. well, we should ask Tom Petty for one Last Dance then.

But to answer the OP. Yes, I have a FWB, and every 6 months we have 'one last dance', if we're both single. We are insanely mutually attracted intellectually, and physically, but not emotionally (for me at least).

um, what were we talking about ....:confused:
 
Wow! necrophilia. well, we should ask Tom Petty for one Last Dance then.

But to answer the OP. Yes, I have a FWB, and every 6 months we have 'one last dance', if we're both single. We are insanely mutually attracted intellectually, and physically, but not emotionally (for me at least).

um, what were we talking about ....:confused:

The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe.
 
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I remember the last "one last fuck" I had.

She was on the carpet on her hand and knees in front of the fire place she was kind of crying but determined to that our last fuck was going to be spectacular. Hell they all were!

I know I had carpet burns and was sore for a several of days.
 
I don't regret it. I slapped him in the face and in return he ripped my clothes off and hate fucked me while I tried to get away.
 
Hey you!!
Hey Petey!:kiss:
I remember the last "one last fuck" I had.

She was on the carpet on her hand and knees in front of the fire place she was kind of crying but determined to that our last fuck was going to be spectacular. Hell they all were!

I know I had carpet burns and was sore for a several of days.

Of course she was crying. Trying to hold herself up with one hand couldn't have been easy!
 
Hey Petey!:kiss:


Of course she was crying. Trying to hold herself up with one hand couldn't have been easy!

She was crying because I broke up with her when I made the decision to marry my current wife...may have been one of the major mistakes I made in my life.
 
I think you should tell us about your experience that caused you to start this thread. Do you need to let something out?

It was Christmas eve and the snow was falling. I met up with an old lover in a grocery store in a town I don't wish to name. He didn't recognize me at first beings we had been apart for quite some time. We stood there caught in a moment of regrets and embarrasments. After agreeing to go get a drink, we tried a few bars but nothing was open. So, we grabbed a six pack at a liquor store and drank it in his car. We talked of the now but kept the past burried. He spoke of his current wife but I couldn't tell if it was doubt, or gratitude, I saw in his eyes.

I rode him in the front seat. He gave a kiss to me as I got out, and I watched him drive away. As I turned to make my way back home, the snow turned into rain.
 
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The short answer is "yes," but their were a few "first fucks" that I've regretted a lot more.
 
It was Christmas eve and the snow was falling. I met up with an old lover in a grocery store in a town I don't wish to name. He didn't recognize me at first beings we had been apart for quite some time. We stood there caught in a moment of regrets and embarrasments. After agreeing to go get a drink, we tried a few bars but nothing was open. So, we grabbed a six pack at a liquor store and drank it in his car. We talked of the now but kept the past burried. He spoke of his current wife but I couldn't tell if it was doubt, or gratitude, I saw in his eyes.

I rode him in the front seat. He gave a kiss to me as I got out, and I watched him drive away. As I turned to make my way back home, the snow turned int rain.
You fucked Dan Fogelberg?!?
 
It was Christmas eve and the snow was falling. I met up with an old lover in a grocery store in a town I don't wish to name. He didn't recognize me at first beings we had been apart for quite some time. We stood there caught in a moment of regrets and embarrasments. After agreeing to go get a drink, we tried a few bars but nothing was open. So, we grabbed a six pack at a liquor store and drank it in his car. We talked of the now but kept the past burried. He spoke of his current wife but I couldn't tell if it was doubt, or gratitude, I saw in his eyes.

I rode him in the front seat. He gave a kiss to me as I got out, and I watched him drive away. As I turned to make my way back home, the snow turned into rain.

That happens a lot in my town 'bout the 1st or last weekend everyone gets their gov't checks. The only grocery store is overstocked in beer that week. And there's a romantic view overlooking the railroad tracks. Also, you can see the police coming from the police station in case someone calls the cops about bouncing cars w/steamy windows.
 
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