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I have been in Phuket for the past few days, all for a wedding which was held tonight. My friends and I are walking through the street away from the festivities, and decide we don’t want the night to end just yet. We’re all a little fuelled by the amount of alcohol we’ve had to drink, and we all choose a bar to crowd into, to continue the night of fun, even though it’s almost 1am.As we walk into the bar, I can’t help but glance around the streets. I am hoping for one thing, even though I know I’m being ridiculous. My mind however is in overdrive, knowing the fact that you knew I’d be here this week. You knew where’d I’d be tonight, and I can’t focus on anything else apart from how you’d know where to find me. Shaking my head slightly, I follow the crowd into the bar, pushing you into the back of my mind.Little did I know that your flight had been delayed, and that it was touch and go whether you would even make it. Luckily, you had managed to touch down late afternoon. You had gone straight to your hotel and checked in, and to have a rest after your long day. At around 10pm you decided Sex hikayeleri to check out the area surrounding your hotel, as you’ve never been to Phuket before. You find a bar and sit down, smiling at how friendly the locals are, and they pull you into their conversation, asking about you and what you are doing. They mention that there was a big wedding going on in town tonight, and you wonder whether this may be the same one I was here to attend…The locals are laughing at how happy our big group is, and some come to join us as shots are ordered from the man behind the bar. I look around quickly one last time before I sit next to my friend on the stools.You’ve had a big day, and not having any luck so far, you decide to head back to your hotel. As you walk along the street however, you see a big group of people disappear into another bar. Thinking you’ve got nothing to lose, you walk into the bar and look around. You take a seat and watch the group, talking and laughing, noticing that they are clearly a little worse for wear. You see the barman’s face light Sikiş hikayeleri up as he knows it’s pay day for him!One of my friends hands me a tequila shot, and I protest, trying to pass it along. She laughs, and tells me that it’s her and me, and I can’t pass it up. I wince, as I hate tequila! My friends, knowing this fact, start cheering me on and laughing.You hear a noise from the front of the bar and you look up to watch the group of friends. Your heart jumps slightly when you notice one girl, silky brown hair, styled nicely, and her brown eyes complimented by smoky eye liner. Her lips look totally kissable with a light pink gloss, and her cleavage is ample in the rich red halter-neck dress she’s wearing which brushes the tops of her knees in a flattering style. As you watch her, she shakes her head at the group, holding a shot glass, looking horrified. You pay closer attention, and hearing the group chant at her, your thoughts are confirmed. “Fuck it,” I say to the crowd, and they all laugh as I pick up the shot and down it, eyes clamped shut. I cough as Erotik hikaye the liquid burns my throat and hits my head, and I feel a presence behind me, laughing. “This looks like fun,” says an English voice from behind me, and I instantly freeze. “Can I take a turn?” My friends instantly adopt the ‘foreigner’, and I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Nice shot,” he says, winking at me, “My name is David.” “Mel,” I manage to say calmly, without a hint of acknowledgement. Over the next hour we don’t get to say much else – we don’t want to come across as too close, in case it gives us away. My friends start to dwindle, until it is only us left in the bar. After saying goodnight to the last lot to leave after promising them I will follow them after I finish this drink, we are finally left to our own devices. “Just us,” you say with a smile. “Yeah,” I laugh nervously, “Just us.” You lean in closer to me, still smiling at me, until your lips are touching mine. The electricity hits me straight away, and I realise how long it’s been since I felt you. I lean into your kiss slowly, allowing my lips to mould to yours. Your hand lifts and brushes against my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear, and then resting gently at the back of my neck. Your touch again triggers something in me, and I move my lips over yours, allowing the kiss to strengthen slightly.

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