We used to be fuck buddies. We always had an amazing time together. The sex has always lingered on your mind. You often fantasize about the intense pleasure we had in the past.

We've moved on. I've gotten married, and you've become busy with work. We never expected to see each other again... but we have a chance meeting at a dinner party. I'm alone-- and so are you. We sneak away to another room for one last fling.