Filthy, convenient habits

He stood out the moment I saw him - tall and lean, with dark hair in big unruly curls, but it was the pencil moustache that really differentiated him from the group. As the party progressed, I kept an eye on him til a mutual friend introduced us, and I discovered his name was Joseph. We continued stealing glances at each other, and joining into the same conversations until I found him sitting next to me.


"May I have a cigarette?"

Now, I don't like the fact that I still smoke, but admittedly it's still a useful pick-up tool at times. He rolled one for himself and joined me in the dimly lit laneway next to the restaurant. We talked through our mutual friend connection, discussed our jobs and life in the tropics.

Another trip or two out to the laneway, and my lack of dinner and the height of my heels were playing against me. I was lusting after Joseph strongly, so when I saw him deep in conversation with another woman on the other side of the group, I knew it was time to act. I rolled myself a cigarette and signalled to him.

We stood in the laneway smoking, less than a foot of space between us as I teetered carefully in my stilettos. It was time.

"Joseph, do you have a girlfriend? Because I'd really like to kiss you..."

He confirmed his singledom, smiled and leaned in closer. The kiss was tender and made me melt a little inside. We pulled apart smiling a little sheepishly, finished our cigarettes and returned to the party, as casual as you please.

We managed a few more breaks away from the group, exchanged phone numbers and more kisses. He reclined against the construction barrier at the end of the laneway as I leaned into him, his hand tugging my waist closer into him as we kissed. I ran a hand slowly down his front, grazing his groin and causing him to suck in a breath around my lips. I loved the feel of his slim, strong body, and I longed to take him back to my house and screw his brains out, but that option was unavailable.

The party broke up soon after, and I had to go home - too much alcohol on an empty stomach, coupled with extremely high heels and I was a disaster waiting to happen.

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The next day I woke up remarkably early and clear-headed. Checking my phone, I noticed that Joshua had sent me a few messages while we were still at the party, sitting only metres apart.

I really like your shoes, he said. A few minutes later, he clarified: But I like you more than your shoes.

Perhaps Joshua has a few interesting kinks?