A man awakens in a hotel room after a night of debauchery. He fingers the woman there with him, fucks her, fists her, and fucks her ass. They go to the bathroom, and then she fucks him. The end. Furthermore, it's all told in the second person—a dangrous indulgence.
What makes this story stand out is the warmth and vividness of the prose. "I rub my nose into your shoulder and smell you - a delicious mix of you, your hair and a sweet morning funk." Despite the limitations of its scope, the people in this story feel real—they had lives before and after the events described.
This appears to be only Mtnz's second story, but he's a talent to watch.