The London night was cold, but I felt hot. Moving through the city, I felt like a shark through the night. Lock eyes with strangers, secrets of lust waiting to be revealed. My heart raced. But I was ready for whatever was waiting for me. Lost in London Lust.
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He had no idea the night he walked into the throbbing heart of the disco would lead him to such pleasures. His eyes had just settled on the tribal throb of the dance floor when an age-old hunger swept through him: the dreamy promise of a passionate encounter, under the neon pulsing, or, more likely, at the nights end – the thrill of raw, erotic exploration.