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An anonymous FF encounter

As I approached his apartment my excitement was rising. I haven’t done an anonymous encounter in a long time. I did not know his age or what he looked like - all I knew was that he was ready to surrender to me. 

Picture a dimly lit room, filled with an air of anticipation. In the center, there he was, patiently waiting for me, his face concealed under a mask unable to see what is happening. With the apartment door unlocked, it was clear he had placed a lot of trust in our encounter. 

As I prepared my equipment, a sense of artistic intimacy enveloped us. The vulnerability in his posture mirrored the trust he had bestowed upon me. As I put on my gloves I could see his body tense up knowing we were about to begin. I started with a tender caress, became an artist of the human form, exploring the intricacies of his body. As I was adding finger after finger he was getting looser and looser. The room became a sexual sanctuary where time seemed to pause, and worries dissolved into nothingness. Quickly his hole was stretched enough to accept for my whole hand. The rhythm of my hands, the gentle pressure, and the warmth of my touch became a language of pleasure. 

His surrender to my full fist was an invitation to explore the depths of his being, unlocking hidden tensions and inviting release. The symphony of his sighs and moans filled the room. My knuckles gently massaging his prostate made his body shives in pleasure and his cock leak precum. 

But gentle touch was not enough. He was hungry for more, desperate to get exploitd. As the air was filling with the smell of poppers and sweat my hand was no longer a hand of a gentle master. My fist became a tool of destruction and his whole was the target. His moans were getting louder as my movements were getting stronger. Every so often I would stop and look at what I had done to him. I admired the beautiful rosebud in front of me. The pulsing red flower was a true testament to my skill. 

Not being able to contain himself anymore he released his seed on a lube covered bed under him putting an end to our encounter. He stayed in the same position breathing heavily as I gathered my stuff and left. Even though we forged a connection that transcended the physical form I left his place without ever seeing his face or learning his name. This connection was as intense as it was fleeting. 

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