My last sexual escapade:
We'd just gotten back to her place after a night of drinking. Both of us still had a lot of energy, even though it was probably 3 or 4 in the morning. Clearly, the night was not over, but there was just nothing else to do but go back to her place.
Once we were there, we kind of innocently circled each other in her living room. Not literally; but as she'd move closer, I'd move away. When I'd move closer, she would have something to do in just a little bit of a different place. It was an awkward dance.
We'd spent the night having drinks, making jokes, and generally coming closer together. I don't know that either of us had REALLY planned on having something happen, and even the fact that I was back at her place didn't really mean anything at first. I could always leave.
Finally, she ended up getting two glasses of wine from the kitchen. It was some generic red, but it had a rich, earthy flavor. We toasted, laughed, and drank.
As I put my glass down, my eyes came up and stared into... hunger. The lights had gotten dimmer somehow, but there was a bright, warm fire in her eyes that I'd not noticed before. She was no longer the demure girl who had quietly laughed at my foolish quips. She was a lionness, bold and alive.
I reached out to her, sliding my hand into her hair as she lunged towards me. In seconds, she was on top of me, straddling my mighty girth, one of her legs on each side of mine. I could feel her heat radiating through our clothes, and I wanted to feel it even closer.
She pressed her body against mine as our lips met in a ferocious kiss. She bit my lower lip and laughed. I wrapped my arm completely around her waist, moving my hand under her shirt and pulled her even closer, crushing her just a little. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, keeping my head locked in an embrace that ensured she could kiss, lick, nibble, and suck on any exposed flesh she found; she paid special attention to my ears, and the spot just below/behind them.
If this were a battle, I was assuredly losing. Who makes out in a headlock, anyway?
To restablish my dominance, I wanted to reverse our roles. I lifted her into the air as I stood up - she was forced into halting her otic assault so that she could focus on locking her ankles at the small of my back. As I stood there, with this passionate fury wrapped around me, I smiled a devlish smile and asked her if we could move into the bedroom. Her hands slid to my chest and began to tug my shirt upwards, as if to tear it off over my head as quickly as possible.
I took that as a "fuck yes".
<end of part 1>