In the dim, sultry lighting of an otherwise empty room, Alex and I, mere strangers until moments ago, find ourselves drawn to each other like moths to a flame. Our bodies sway, closer, then closer still, until breath mingles and hearts race in unison. I trace the curve of his jaw, he brushes a lock of hair from my eyes, and our lips, hungry and eager, meet in a fervent, tongue-tangling kiss. Clothes become obstacles we discard eagerly, revealing flesh flushed and ready. I guide his hand between my thighs, his fingers finding my wet, pulsing core, while I wrap my hand around his thick, rigid cock, stroking him in time with our ragged breaths.