I met Chloe in Zurich.
In one of those apartments that makes you feel like you should be wearing a tux and a broken heart. High ceilings, soft light, smells like old money and new sins.
And Chloe Jesus Christ. Shes something else.
Shes got that kind of presence that doesnt walk into a room it owns it. That Aussie charm, that lazy confidence, that I could destroy you with a look energy. You melt before she even touches you.
Shes not tall, but shes built like a poem every line exactly where its meant to be. Her hair? Perfect. Like she just stepped out of a dream. Makeup done just right enough to seduce, never to hide. And her nails? Little goddamn masterpieces.
It was a GFE alright but not the fake, scripted kind. The kind that earns the name. The kind that rewires your brain.
She kissed me like shed known me in ten past lives. No hesitation, no performance just pure, explosive passion. Her dark eyes lit up with fire, and her lips? Soft, warm, lethal.
Her bodys all natural, effortlessly sexy. No filters, no fakeness just raw, aching, real.
And the sex holy hell. Wild. Passionate. Deep. The kind of connection most people chase their whole lives and never get.
It was the perfect storm the perfect girl, at the perfect time, in the perfect place.
And it wasnt just physical. Our conversation flowed like good whiskey smooth, dangerous, and way too easy to get drunk on.
She was charming. Erotic. Sharp. Emotional. Fucking eloquent.
This girl doesnt just get under your skin she burrows into your soul. Straight into the heart, no detours.
With her, everything just clicks.
And now I know one thing for damn sure:
Life sucks without her.