Stylized fucking and artificial kissing.

It was a nice fuck.

No sticky strings attached to it which could later complicate things

It was similar to a lot of other nights just like it, but this fuck distinguished itself in at least two ways;

1. the kissing felt artificial in some way, something that was there more to fit with the customs of sex rather than an actual desire to kiss your sexual partner…

2. the pure simplicity of it, just sex. No more, no less. No guilt, no love, no hate, no regrets, no complications, no obligations, no nothing. just sex.

In my youth, I used to fuck people who had the looks but an unpleasant personality, in those days I thought that it was a smart way of avoiding emotional involvement during my sexual escapades.

I gave up that strategy some years ago for a number of reasons; the point is that even those fucks still had the element of passion and kissing as innate characteristic.

This is what separates this fuck from the rest, the stylized simplicity of it.

It was a nice fuck.