Adult chattinh. He moved his mouth from hers, kissing slowly down her neck.
Her skin tasted sharply of salt, the result of vigorous “dancing” in a crowded space. He loved it.
This was not going to be an affair with white sheets, clean smiles, and loving embraces. It would be an appeal to his basic desires.
Tonight would be about lust. About fucking.
About dominating. About physical satisfaction and emotional degradation.
The binge drinking before the hangover. He bit down gently on his partner’s neck as his right hand moved down to the hem of her absurdly short skirt. Adult chattinh.