Everyone is drunk.

We steal kisses from each other in between sips.

Notes of oak, spice, and vanilla penetrate my tongue while you’re inserting yours down my throat.

You grab my arm, leading me to the bathroom while inaudible dialogue lingers.

We’re laughing,

Drunk.

Full of adrenaline, lust, and desire.

Faintly, the noise starts to disappear.

Until all that’s left is the space between you and me.

You move your fingers along my body towards my inner thigh.

My neck begins to sweat.

My hands yearn.

But you pull them away, demanding control.

You slide your fingers,

And play with the lips in between my thighs.

I gasp.

You place them in my mouth,

Your eyes piercing into mine,

And push me to the ground.

I submit,

pulling your pants down aggressively,

a moment longer, feeling like punishment.

Up and down as I suck,

while staring into your eyes,

and sliding my lips around it.

I change the intensity,

teasingly,

And gently slide my teeth around it.

He takes his last gasp of satisfaction and cums all over me.

And I rub it all over my face like a serum,

leaving him drained, helpless,

And stripped of control.

We stagger to the others,

Both happy and satisfied.

We wake up to our clothes all on the floor,

Half-drunk wine glasses,

And no remembrance of the rest of the night.