Heat Wave: Exploring the Art of Warm-Up Sex

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The city exhaled a collective breath as evening descended, its skyline dissolving into a watercolor of deep oranges and purples. I stood before the tall mirror, adjusting the cuff of my jacket with a sense of quiet anticipation. The soft, woven fabric felt familiar and comforting against my skin, a small anchor in the rising tide of excitement. Outside, the first stars began to prick the twilight, each one a distant promise of the night to come. I could hear the faint, rhythmic hum of traffic several stories below, a constant reminder of the city's vibrant, pulsing heart. A slow, deep breath filled my lungs, steadying my nerves and sharpening my focus for the evening ahead. The air in the room was cool and still, carrying the subtle scent of rain from an afternoon shower. Every detail, from the polished leather of my shoes to the precise knot of my tie, felt intentionally set for a meaningful encounter. This careful preparation was not about vanity, but about presenting the best version of myself to new people. Finally, with a last glance, I turned and walked toward the door, ready to step into the unknown and embrace whatever stories the night would hold.