If we’re lucky, there might be one or two moments in our lives where we are thunderstruck. Like a bolt from the blue everything falls away and we are hit with such startling clarity, it can be intimidating to face it.

Meeting you is one of those moments.

The party is the same party my friends have thrown to ring in every new year for the past decade. My wife and I go, see all our friends, play a few drinking games, shout our way through a countdown, laugh, smile, kiss then go home and have very satisfactory sex. We’re happy. I’m happy. I didn’t come to this party looking for anything and so far as I could tell neither did you.

Your husband is introduced to me by my friend. I forget the connection- they started a new job together but I stop listening, because I make eye contact.

With you.

Seeing you sends a surge of electricity through my spine. It’s not that either of us are so absurdly attractive- we both look good and take care of ourselves, but this is beyond that. This is something instinctual. Something primal. The chemistry in our bodies activating, pheromones firing to tell us, with alarming urgency, that we have just met our match. That we’ve met our mate.

This is obviously insane. My brain has the impulse to sweep this aside but I notice the same twinkle in your eye. An intoxicating mix of confidence and vulnerability that suggests you’re having the exact same confusing experience with your internal reproductive alarm system.

Your husband introduces you. My friend introduces me. “Hi.” Is all I manage to get out, smiling softly at you as I reach out my hand.

The spark between us at our touch seems to confirm it. I have had a lot of handshakes in my life but I’ve never had one that felt… sensual? What the fuck is this? What the fuck is happening? The slight smirk grows on my face as I sink deeper into your eyes, swimming in them, quickly getting lost.

I cough slightly as I let go of your hand, slightly flustered and downplaying the other dimension I feel like I was just teleported to.

“Lovely to meet you. Excuse me-“ is all I manage to mutter as I take a few steps away, fading into the comfort of a crowd of my friends, bumping into my friends, finding my wife, who asks if everything is alright. Of course I insist, all good, and briefly excuse myself to go find a bathroom.

In the bathroom I’m splashing cool water on my face, looking at myself in the mirror when the door opens. “Just a min—“

But it’s you. And there’s a look in your eye that lets me know you’re not leaving.

“I felt the strangest thing when we met, like we’ve known each other from another lif-“

You cut me off with a soft nod of your head, wordlessly confirming that you felt it too. You shut the door and close the gap between us. Our bodies are close now, only an inch apart. I look down into your eyes-

And we kiss.

It’s at once familiar and electrifying. Our bodies seem to lead the way, confidently ahead of our minds. My hand frames your face and we both breathe deep, bodies pressing together now, his grinding softly, reflexively, kissing each other like we fucking mean it.

My hand draws your body in close to me and I can feel the tension within you. It’s like your whole body is buzzing like a tuning fork.

Our hands explore each other, curious and greedy, and I drink in every curve and corner of you. Your hands trace their way over my broad shoulders and strong arms, and I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised when your hand finds its way to the bulge in my pants. The lil guy is not exactly hard yet, but you can feel the heat and the weight of him, feel him asserting himself, taking up space, as they say.

Something comes over me and I follow my body, spinning you, so that I’m standing behind you as we’re looking in the mirror, letting you watch as I take your hand in mine and trace it over your curves. Our wedding rings sparkle in the dim light as I let you feel the way your body feels to me.

Fingers intertwined, our hands dip between your legs, brushing aside your warm and damp underwear to feel your clit. She’s already awake and swollen to attention. Our fingers work in unison, tracing steady circles around her as we look into each others eyes in the mirror.

I bite your ear playfully and your hand feels mine start to move faster. I see your eyelids flutter and a bright, devious smile break across your face.

It’s a smile that suggests you’re in the brink of the first of many orgasms we’re going to experience together…

Hi hi. Wow appreciate you reading if you made it this far. I’m Luke, and up far too late after New Years Eve so thought I’d jot down some of my incoherent horniness.

If the stats of your humble internet author are something that matter to you- I’m 38 years old, 6’0 tall, lean and athletic with a well-manicured beard and kind hazel eyes.

If reading this sparked anything or for some reason made you crave more ramblings, feel free to reach out by opening the nearest window, shouting “LUKE!” into the clear black night (or day depending on where in the world you are) and we’ll see if we find each other.

Also you can send me a chat. Either way, Godspeed.