Alone at the Party
‘Excuse me a moment,’ I say to the guy who has been talking my ear off about UFC for the past fifteen minutes and slip through the party to the restroom. You must have been watching me from across the crowd because you slip into the room with me before I pull the door shut. ‘Um, hi,’ I say, a bit taken aback. ‘Hi, yourself,’ you purr at me. ‘And what are you doing here?’ I mockingly inquire. ‘Coming to see you.’ Your hand reaches down and cups my balls as you plant an enormous sloppy kiss...