One Thing
The door to the bedroom swings open, banging against the dresser. Two grappling bodies stumble into the room, urgently dismantling clothing. He parts the buttons of her blouse and pushes her bra above her breasts. She slips his shirt over his head and parts his fly before shoving his trousers down past his thighs. Tongues laced with the bitter tang of liquor and smoke lash and clash, swirling around, squelching all intelligible words into extended groans, whimpers, and gasps. No matter....
Straight Sex