Chatting web slovakia one on one. We can’t stay here, but where can we go? “There,” he shouts, pointing at an old boat-house with a door banging in the wind.
We run with the wind and rain battering us all the way. We reach the building and close the door behind us.
It smells of old wood, salt and seaweed and something smoky that must be tar from the ropes. Standing there in the small space, we are drenched and laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changes between us. It’s charged and thick with something almost tangible.
We stare at each other for a few seconds, breathing heavily, and then we are kissing with a frantic passion, lips meeting, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. Chatting web slovakia one on one.