I'm in Love

I’ve been meeting this young lady for drinks every night. Eight o’clock sharp. Well, I don’t usually drink. I sit there all doe-eyed with my arm around her, watching her, falling deeper in love. And she swigs, cheeks blushing, eyes rolling back in sweet relief.

It's been going on for a few months now. Last night, though, she drank and drank. Party all the time with this girl. She finally passed out, when I had not an ounce left to offer her.

This morning I figured she'd awake with one thing in mind, as usual. But instead, she noticed me. Me! She looked into my eyes and smiled.

I nuzzled my nose into her neck, her belly, planting kisses all the way. She purred and giggled. Something came over me and I just couldn’t stop kissing her face and ears and lips and head. For once it seemed all about us and not the damned drink.

But of course she’d have none of this foreplay without the real thing. She started getting rough, swinging her head around and pinching my skin. Before I knew it, my shirt was off.

She's such a lush.