You need sex. It's been a long time since you fucked someone, and you really want to have some fun tonight. The bar is busy and there are a lot of pretty things to see, but none of them really calls out for you. The last time you had sex, you were in this same bar where you met one of the prettiest creatures you've ever seen. Short hair, freckles, green eyes, and nice bow legs. You've never seen him before, and that was saying something, considering you frequent the bar.

He was talking to the bartender like a real flirt, and you considered letting him have his opportunity with the woman, but he was too good to pass up. So, without shame, you walked up to them and used your charm on the handsome man. Needless to say, your tricks worked out. To this day, you're still not sure if he already had the purpose of a good fuck, or if you were too convincing. By the time you made it to his motel room, it didn't matter. You rocked his night completely, taking him fully in your mouth like a hungry nymphomaniac. You moaned, screamed, and scratched his back in pleasure throughout the different positions. He was good, definitely one of the best, if not the best one-night stand you ever had. The hunger in you grew with every touch of his skin against yours, and you're pretty certain you came three times that night. The encounter with the gorgeous stranger ruined you completely. It satisfied you to the point that you wanted more. More sex with him and more sex with anyone. His fat cock buried between your thighs felt as you'd never imagined it would. The roughness of his touch, and the dirty sounds of skin against skin as your flesh met in each one of his thrusts, was like the perfect disaster.

After it happened, for a while, you wanted nothing if it wasn't with him, how can a normal man compare to the pleasure you achieved with him? Now, you don't really care if it's not the same. You are too thirsty for any encounter to really seek what you desire. Sure, you might not find what you felt with him in this bar tonight, but you're damn certain going home with someone you choose. It's time for another sin.