Vicarious Encounter

I'm trying to keep it contained, my excitement, trying to keep myself from smiling foolishly. But it is so vivid in detail, so unbelievably serendipitous, that I'm still in awe, still besides myself with the unfolded events, the chain reaction of libation, conversation and uninhibited inebriated minds. It is so surreal, this moment on repeat, every heated breath, bid of sweat, taste of flesh; the sound of moist skin, wet labia of pulsing vulvas. What a delicious idea manifested. This won't be added to my don't remember box, why should it. It was a spontaneous expression of latent desire; an outward cry of inner suppression. What a memory, an epic event, to be recorded in the annals of salacious proclivities. Wanting flesh pregnant with lust, throbbing loins anticipating climax. Ah yes, this moment will not be relegated to the don't remember box; it will remain a testament of the silver lining in the dark clouds; the unexpected treasures stumbled upon when least expected, a reminder to listen to my inner voice and go with the flow. What an experience!