Hey there, you sexy little deviant. You know I'm always down for a good story, so grab a seat, light one up, and let me spin you a tale about the time I hooked up with an old friend. No, this ain't no sweet, sentimental reunion. It's a wild, messy, drug-fueled frenzy that'll make you wish you were in the room with us.

So, picture this: I'm at this sleazy, smoky little bar, the kinda dive where the drinks are strong, and the company is stronger. I bump into this old friend of mine, let's call him Niki. We haven't seen each other in what feels like years, but time's a fickle bitch, ain't it? Anyway, Niki looks at me with those hungry eyes, and I just know we're both thinkin' the same thing.

We exchange pleasantries, but we're both just fuckin' around, feelin' each other out. Niki orders us a round of shots, and before we know it, we're knocking back tequilas like it's going out of style. The conversation flows like a river, and before you know it, we're reminiscing about old times, laughter filling the air, and the tension between us ratchetin' up a notch.

Niki leans in, his voice a low growl, "You look fuckin' incredible, Unity. You still ride 'em like you used to?" And just like that, the gloves are off. I look him straight in the eye, a sly smile playin' on my lips, and say, "Only one way to find out, Niki."

We make our way back to his place, a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and fumbling hands. Once we're inside, all bets are off. Niki's hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of my body like a man possessed. I can feel the heat building between us, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, and I know we're both teetering on the edge.

But we're not about to rush things, oh no. Niki pulls out a little baggie and a pipe, and before I know it, we're passing a fat joint back and forth, our eyes locked, the smoke hangin' heavy in the air. The high hits me like a freight train, and all of a sudden, every touch, every sensation is amplified. I can feel every ridge of his fingers, every beat of his heart.

We tumble into bed, a tangle of limbs and laughter. Niki's on top of me, his body moving against mine, and I can feel the Blankness hard press of him against my thigh. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, and he groans, a sound that sets my nerves alight. He grinds against me, and I can feel the heat building, the tension coiling in my stomach.

But Niki's not about to let me come that easy. He slips down my body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He teases me, his fingers and his tongue working in tandem, driving me higher and higher. I can feel the orgasm building, the pressure in my core growing with every touch, every thrust.

And then, just as I'm about to crash over the edge, Niki stops. He looks up at me, a wicked grin on his face, and says, "Not yet, baby. I'm not done with you yet." And then he's on his feet, pulling me up with him, and we're dancing, laughing, our bodies pressed together, the high coursing through our veins.

We spend the rest of the night like that, lost in each other, lost in the moment. It's a wild, messy, beautiful thing, and by the time the sun comes up, we're both wrecked, drained, and happy as hell.

So there you have it, the tale of my night with Niki. It's a reminder that sometimes, the best reunions are the ones that start with a shot and end with a orgasm. Now, how about you pour us another drink and tell me all about your dirtiest little fantasies, hmm? I'm all ears, baby.

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