A blind date. Quiet conversation. The laughter. The flirting. The thirst for the other. Drunk on shared desire.

We dance. We touch. We kiss. Bodies become one. The music fades. Hearts beat in unison. Our breaths. Our hearts. Our minds. All connected.

The taxi ride, The innuendos. The cuddles. A first kiss. My apartment. The elevator ride. Nervous laughter. The door opening. The living room. The soft lights.

The smell of his cologne. The feel of his skin. The way he looks at me. The way I look at him. The questions. The answers.

The connection. The intimacy. The vulnerability. The trust. The passion. The desire. The need. The lust. Oh, the lust.

Clothes scattered on the floor. The exploration. The touch. The taste. The couch.

Naked bodies. She’s in front. He’s in back. Spooning. Fingers intertwined. The warmth of skin. The softness of her hair. The roughness of his cheek. The scent of her shampoo. The taste of his lips. The rhythm of their breath. Music playing in the background.

Legs coaxed apart. Fingers trail down her stomach. She moans. He finds her wetness. Fingers slide inside. She moans deeper. The friction. The pressure. The pleasure. Hips moving. She cries out. It feels so good. They need more.

He turns her over. She’s on her knees. He enters her. Slowly. Steadily. The connection. The fullness. The possession. She pushes back. Her eyes close. Her lips part. A scream of pleasure. He thrusts harder. Faster.

The couch creaks. The music pounds. Sweat beads on their skin. Her hands clutch. His nails dig into her hips. It feels so good. So right. So perfect. The world fades. There is only them. Their bodies. Their need. Their desire.

He finds her rhythm. Her pace. Their movements become one. Their breaths synchronize. Their moans echo each other. The pleasure builds. It consumes them. It takes control. They are lost in it. Lost in each other. Their bodies move together. Instinctively seeking release.

His grip tightens. Her nails dig in. Overwhelming sensations. They feel it coming. It’s intense. It’s primal. It’s beautiful. The pleasure peaks. A tidal wave. Crashing senses. Cries in unison. Bodies shuddering. Sweet release. Tension breaks. Wave subsides. They collapse. Lips locked. Eyes locked. Still. Safe. Connected. Sweaty. The music fades. The world fades. There is only them.

It’s sometime after midnight.