Chapter 27: Blur of Minutes
August 16 , 2014
The Kitty Martini: 6 Parts Gin, 1 Part Sweet Vermouth, 1 Teaspoon Pernod, 2 Raspberries.
Inside the attic room, sometime after two o’clock in the afternoon. We met there, taking breaks from our jobs. He from his piano, and I from my critiquing. We started kissing and our clothes came off. A pile formed on the floor at our feet as our tongues met and our chests rubbed against each other. We fingered hips, thighs, and spines, locked together within the heated room, half-concealed by its shadows, lost there in a humid-filled atmosphere; a dense and nostalgic milieu which was caused by our own heat and sweat that twisted and turned in a cylindrical force of lust.
I was pushed to the bed and he fell between my legs. Fingertips and his tongue trav
