#WinnersAreGrinners, #PostCrisis
Nikolai and I were dancing to the pounding rhythm of Elvis’ medleys. The music was louder, faster, more insistent, and our bodies mirrored its need. He scooped me up, one arm around my back, the other around my butt and carried me to a magical round bed in the middle of a forest. When he kissed me, my body exploded in agreement. I wrapped my legs around him and he pressed closer and closer to me. He pulled up my dress and deftly removed my underwear. I relished the movement of our bodies to the distant rhythm we followed.
The music morphed into a series of short beeps, which got louder and louder until he disappeared and I found myself alone, entangled in my pillow, wet from head to toe. I slammed the snooze button on the alarm clock. Ten more minutes to
