He stood before me, desperate yet debonair, exuding a primal magnetism that my heart could not ignore. We embraced, united by yearning and hunger, and I tasted his honeyed lips that I’d only dreamed of before. Our tongues, our bodies, our kisses intertwined, ignited with a sensual fury unlike any other I’d known. The selfies guy was real; our connection, it was true. I’d never felt this alive before, such eros and sensuality.