Honey

Late in the evening, puffing my Dunhill menthol. I put one out, lighting another. "Not too many", you said, grabbing my hand. I obliged, keeping the unlit cig.

Back in the room, a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. We cheers and drank our style of whiskey. Mine, neat and dry. Yours, on the rocks. A little unusual, we never drank together in the past. Least not liquor.

Couple of shots downed, you danced to the slow ballad aired. Moving your curves delicately, your hair swung side to side. I watched, impressed, as you carefully revealed your small waist with a heart shaped tattoo.

Couple more shots, you had had enough. Intoxicated, you pulled me up and gave me a soft hug. I felt your perfectly rounded bosom on my chest. Pulling me closer, you put your arms around my neck. With your lips around my ear, you bit my earlobe and gently put your tongue in my ear. It sent tingles all over.

As you unbutton my shirt, I leaned in and kissed you vigorously. With pleasure, you played your teasing game, removing your pieces slowly.

You laid on the bed and I watched you moaned in pleasure as I ran my hands over your body. As I lay down, you got on top of me and we made love the entire night.

The next morning, with my arms around you, I woke you up with a soft hug and a kiss on your blushed cheek. You looked into my eyes and smiled pleasingly. I leaned closer nibbling your ears and whispered,"honey".