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Random Act of Sex
Like always, the club was filled with people who were out to party like there was no tomorrow. In a way, there was no tomorrow. There was no yesterday either. Even this day was over and done with. All there was left was this shady, noisy and hot nightclub, filled with sweaty bodies rocking and swaying to the loud, monotonous bass rhythm. This was the one and only way I wanted to face big crowds, to face the music, so to speak. It was time for me to join the mass, to offer my body to the gods of dancing, in this almost religious ceremony of sound and movement.
I came here regularly to dance the night away. It was the best way to relieve stress. I lost the contact to my friend Krista soon enough. She went outside to smoke her first cigarette. Ever since it was not allowed to smoke in bars and restaurants, I saw her less while we went clubbing. She was outside on the street, smoking her lungs out and flirting with strangers, and I was inside the club, dancing my ass off. We were looking for different thrills in the night. It was more than ok with me. Krista was a big girl and she could take care of herself. So could I.
I enjoyed myself on the dance floor for a couple of songs, warming up my body. I felt like I needed a drink of water in order to survive the night without passing out from dehydration. I watched people having fun while I leant against the bar counter and waited patiently for the bartender to get my cold drink. It looked like half of the party animals hardly remembered tomorrow what had happened tonight, but they did not give a fuck. I sincerely had no intention to be part of their night after regrets. My one and only plan was, sure enough, to lose control, but only by soothing my aching nerves and muscles by dancing. I was going to shake my booty until I was ready to collapse and get back home to bed.
My boss had been an asshole – naturally born asshole that he is – all day. He had nagged at me about everything, even though I worked for 12 hours a day most of the working days and did my very best to please him. I was stupid enough to be loyal to the company, yet he still treated me like I was an idiot. There was no rational reason for it. It pissed me off, so I had some extra steam to let out of my system. Everybody else at work seemed to appreciate my hard work and efforts. I wanted to be proud of my work and I was, but today I had been told that I am slow and lazy one too many times.
My body felt tense like a string of a violin. I felt sick of everything that was happening in my life. I felt murderous. I wanted to kill someone. Just thinking about work made me puke. I felt how my fingers grabbed the glass of water, much harder than it was necessary when the bartender handed it over. I drank the cool drink down hastily, not caring a bit if some of the cooling water dripped down my jaw. I wiped my mouth and chewed an ice-cube. I let the ice melt in my mouth and kept on watching people.
Many of the dancers were self-conscious, especially younger women. They were checking their outlook from the mirrors repeatedly. They needed to make sure their hair, lips or mascara was in perfect order, while they humped air sexily. Fuck that, I thought. You cannot dance if you think about your hair all the time… But these girls shook their booties carefully like they did not want to make a mess or they did not want to sweat. Maybe they were in search of cute, adorable boyfriend, or looking for their very own Prince Charming, who would swipe them off their feet and they would live their lives together, happily ever after. Looking cute and making even cuter babies. Oh, how I hated cute tonight. I was raw inside and felt like screaming.
I was certainly not looking for any company. I had a mental wall around me. I was giving an angry finger to everybody; the cute, the bad and the ugly. Dancing was never meant to be cute; it was all about moving your body, about rhythm and joy. It was like sex. If you did not make a mess of it, or end up sweating, wet with different bodily fluids, you did not do it right. You did not let yourself go completely, allowing your soul soar free in ecstasy.
I always danced like nobody was watching, and it showed. I got men buzzing around me regularly on the dance floor, trying to get my attention. They were drawn to my body when I was moving because I let my body guide me. I never checked my make up from the mirror; I never wiped sweat from my face. I just let go. Maybe in their eyes, it looked like I was having sex… I danced with my eyes closed, most of the time, so the drunks who were circling around me left me alone eventually. Without eye contact they were clueless and they left me in peace.
I got what I wanted. I got to dance for myself.
Tonight I was more eager than ever to dance until I drop until my feet were killing me, until every muscle of my body was warm and relaxed and screaming for rest. Then I would walk back home, through the empty, cobbled streets. I would probably fall asleep and sleep until it was Saturday afternoon. I was ready to commit a dance suicide and kill my body and mind with sweet exhaustion.
Fuck the work. Fuck my boss.
I was ready to leave it all behind, at least for the night. And then the fate kicks in: DJ plays my all-time favourite: Here Comes the Hot Stepper. The song was one of the good old goodies and I returned quickly to the dance floor, with another ice-cube melting in my mouth. I lost myself to the song immediately, forgetting about the cute girls or the horny boys. I closed my eyes and just danced. I quit thinking, allowing my hips, knees and hands find the rhythm naturally. It was a perfect symphony of sweat and movement. I forgot where I was. During that one sweet song, I let go all of the emotional tension in my body.
When I felt the need to drink water again, I returned to the bar. I glanced around and with no sign of my friend, I returned happily to the dance floor. My black jeans got stuck to my sweaty legs. I felt my shirt stick to my skin. I wore black for a reason. I had dark hair, dark clothes, and darker mood. I was like a dancing wallflower. I was kind of counting on it.
There was a pause before the next song and I opened my eyes, eager to get a new beat to shake my body to. I was surprised to hear that my favourite song by Ini Kamoze began to fill the air again. They never played the same song twice. But I shrugged my shoulders and began to move, thrilled with the rhythm that was teasing every cell of my being. I was getting a tired but did not miss a beat.
Suddenly I felt somebody close to my head and heard him say to my ear: “I asked the DJ to play it again for you.”
I had to open my eyes and turn around to see who was talking to me. A dark and handsome stranger was standing behind me, almost towering over me and watching me keenly with his seemingly black eyes and wearing a sexy smile on his lips. What was that all about? He was not a horny teenager, I noticed. Well, maybe horny, but definitely not a teenager.
His close to midnight shadow made his face dark and ominous and his immaculate three-piece suit and stunningly white shirt made it clear that whatever he wished the DJ to play, the DJ would play it without asking any questions. The man had probably paid the poor dude to play the song once again.
I didn’t mind.
I loved the song, so I just said ‘thanks’ and kept on dancing, closing my eyes once again. I moved consciously away from him, hoping he would be gone when I opened my eyes for the next time. I wanted him to fuck off. I did not need his sexy smirk. But to my annoyance, I could smell his cologne as I kept on dancing. He was probably still standing there, casually, with his hands in his pockets. He did not worry about the looks he got for not dancing on the dance floor; he was just watching me.
It’s a free country, I thought. I was in the ecstasy of my own and did not let anyone disturb me. He must have known I was here to dance for myself – not for him. He was not stupid or drunk. His eyes were sharp and intelligent if you took the effort and looked beyond the dark, sexy gaze and the boyish twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a man who made women swoon in front of him, just by looking at them, so I did not take any chances. I avoided his eyes like he was carrying a disease in them.
The song ended way too soon for my liking and I opened my eyes carefully, behind my hair. He was still there, watching me. Waiting. He tilted his head to the side, like trying to figure me out. I ignored him coldly and turned my back on him, but then the lights went really dark and the first slow song of the night began to play. It was usually my cue to get the hell out the dance floor – and fast.
When I took a step to walk away I felt a strong hand grab me by the arm and the handsome stranger turned me around and pulled me against his body. His long fingers held my arm and another hand landed firmly on my lower back. He moved his hand slowly down my arm and when he found my palm, he laced his fingers with mine. Just like that. I could feel his big, warm hand holding me gently and goosebumps ran all over my damp skin.
“Can I have this dance?”
The question was absolutely ridiculous; it was obvious he was not giving me any choice in the matter. His voice was deep and masculine and it sent shivers along my spine. His whole demeanour told me that he saw only me and not the cute girls around us. WTF? Illegally handsome man, with a bedroom voice, demanding me to dance with him?
My body became a traitor at this point. I failed with my attempt to flee from him miserably when he pulled me against his chest. His hold was tight but gentle. He was not trying his luck. He was adamant about dancing with me and did not ask for permission. Truth to be told, he seemed like a man who was used to getting what he wanted and now he wanted a dance from me.
I was sweaty and did not like to be touched right now, but he smelled delicious. I thought that it does not kill me to dance one dance with a hot guy in a magnificent, probably quite expensive suit. I inhaled his scent, allowing my knees to get weak when his cologne filled my nostrils. I relaxed and let the man lead me into a slow, sensual dance in the darkness. He did not speak much, he just held me close to his chest. I felt his heart beating steadily. My sweat began to dry and I winced when I noticed that my cheek had left a damp spot on his jacket.
”I’m so sorry…“
I felt embarrassed. Something that is unusual for me. I began pulling myself away from him, feeling uncomfortable because he was close to perfect and I… Well, I felt suddenly dirty and exhausted. But he just tightened his grip on my back and pulled me against him, swaying softly, moving me with his body.
“Hush… Let’s just dance, beautiful.”
We ended up having a full frontal contact with each other. My eyes widened when I felt his erection through the fabric of his pants. He was hard as a rock. He also felt… huge. Did I make him this hard? Shit… I felt almost proud of myself. Then I felt embarrassed, unable to decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Damn, he knew exactly what he was doing by pulling me deeper into his embrace. He wanted me to feel him. He smirked at my expression.
“I knew you were trouble when I saw you, and now, as you can see, you are trouble.” He chuckled. “I am hard as fuck for you, beautiful,” he whispered close to my ear. “I ache for your gorgeous body and I hope you agree with my intentions to dance with you in a different kind of position.”
I gasped at that point. I felt like I needed to leave, but he was still holding me. He kept on dancing and my body followed, like a slave to his moves. His hand was pressing the small of my back and another was slightly under my shirt, where my skin was exposed. He was caressing me with his fingertips. He really had a nerve, I thought, but I was under his spell, wondering what they put to that cologne of his.
The man was the definition of an arrogant asshole in my book. Still, to my own horror, I felt turned on by his bold act. His body was perfectly lean and muscular. I appreciated the fact that he did not look like a grilled chicken when he was naked… He was in a good shape, but his muscles and physical power were hidden under his skin, just like it was with ballet dancers. They were strong and powerful, yet they did not have the visible muscles bulging everywhere, looking like they were trying to rip the skin from the inside out.
I was already picturing the man in my arms naked. Too late to pretend that I didn’t… He was a handsome bastard. I was not blind. He was a gorgeous specimen and felt very good against my body. I was a woman. He obviously wanted me – for some reason. And every little fact that ran through my head ended up turning me on. I felt wanted in his arms and under his scrutinising gaze. It was flattering… until I felt cheap. Then I blushed. I was still wondering how good he would look naked. The mental image was difficult to shake.
“Don’t say a word. I don’t want you to talk… You can simply use a safe word with me, which is ‘Gate’. You say it, I stop whatever I am doing and I leave. Is that understood? Nod, if you agree with me.” His voice was caressing my skin as he gave his strange instructions to me. I was speechless. Well, technically not even allowed to speak, so, what the fuck, I nodded at him.
What was his game anyway? I was unable to rip myself away from him when another slow song made us move as one. I could feel the warmth of his skin through all the layers of clothing between us. He was tall and my face was on the level of his chest. I inhaled his scent, feeling how it affected my body. My brain was getting soft. Soft brains, hard cocks… Very explosive combinations.
My mouth was dry and I felt thirsty. I needed something to drink. Maybe I should tell him that and maybe it would stop this weird game he was playing with me now. But he seemed to sense my weariness, because soon I felt there was a wall behind my back and he was leaning against me, pushing me against it. Obviously, we were done with the dancing part.
“I am going to kiss you.”
Then the bastard just went for my mouth. His lips grazed my lips softly. His stubble tickled my skin as he tilted his head a little more and licked my lips open. I melted under his oral intrusion. Soon my mouth was his to take. I offered it to him willingly and to my defence, I have to say he never asked for any permission to enter my body. I just let him.
My tongue was like a welcome mat for him and he wiped his tongue gently against it like he was asking for permission now when it was all too late. He began to play with his tongue wickedly, moving back and forth. He fucked my mouth, passionately and deliciously, while humping my body gently with his hips moving to the music. His obvious erection massaged my belly, reminding me of the fact that he was still hard. Very much so.
A small whimper escaped me, straight into his mouth. He was cocky enough to smile against me. He was way too good kisser and I let him do whatever he wanted to do with my mouth. My body was turning into jelly. My tension had left the building all of a sudden. I was relaxed, but getting hornier with every thrust of his tongue. The dark and handsome stranger, who was ruthlessly kissing me against the wall, was weird, but it was all forgiven.
What was I to do anyway?
He smelled and tasted good and he was sexy as hell – he was manhandling me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Nobody had ever fucked my mouth like that. I did not know it was possible to do all the things he did with his tongue. He did not claim me – he lured me to open for him completely and accept him into me. He practically made me suck him inside me.
I was left completely breathless and he was hard as a rock between our bodies, reminding me about his spoken intentions. He was slowly driving me crazy. I almost began to wish that he would take me and fuck me right there so that I could finally get back home and sleep a good night’s sleep. Completely fucked, spent and relaxed. Mission accomplished. No awkward meetings in the morning.
Was he really going to fuck me?
I wondered about it when he suddenly groaned and pulled away from me, combing his hair with his fingers and shifting his trousers. He was having a hard time… I grinned in the dark. Welcome to the club, mister. I felt with my tongue how warm and swollen my poor lips were after his eager kisses. He looked at my mouth like he was still hungry enough to have a taste of them. Once the disco beat began to pulse on the dance floor, he took my hand and began to pull me away. I was a good girl, so I followed him. At this point, I was actually curious to see what was about to happen next.
His clothes were so well done for him that they revealed his body for all eyes to see, hardly hiding his handsomeness. He was a sex god, one very fine specimen of a man and he smelled good, so I followed my nose. If I were a dog I would have rolled around in anything that smelled like him. Everything about him made me hot and bothered. I tried to tell myself that it was disgusting, but I suddenly wanted to get even dirtier with him.
I felt strangely free to do so because I didn’t know who he was. He was alpha male for sure. That much was clear. They were rare in these waters so I was kind of curious about him and considered him as a human experiment. What would he do next? Would I like it or hate it? Sure, let’s find out.
I was wondering what the man wanted from me as a woman. Why was I supposed to not talk? Did he think that I was so stupid that it was better that I did not talk at all? Probably not. I fucking hope not. I had been dancing alone in many nightclubs once or twice a week for a long time and nothing compared to this had happened.
Men usually noticed it was better to leave me alone and let me dance since I showed no interest in them. To those who were too arrogant to notice my subtle signs I told that I was gay. That usually did the trick and I was left alone. Somehow this man did not bother with the inquiries. He was here to take what he wanted.
I was feeling a bit different tonight and maybe it was the reason he was attracted to me. I was more frustrated than usually with my life and my work. I was just about ready to kill somebody. I needed something to bite. I was also hurt and maybe he smelled the blood in the water and went for a kill. Or for a fuck.
My mind was racing while I followed him.
Maybe I could use a good fuck. That would stop me from killing someone – or myself. Was I sure that I wanted completely random, good smelling, ridiculously sexy man – who was hotter than hot – to fuck me senseless tonight? Whatever the case, the tension was building between us while he pulled me behind him, guiding us through the crowd, holding my hand securely with his warm fingers, with no intention to let go of me. Not that I wanted him to. I think I was over that by now.
He turned towards a corridor I had not noticed before and led me to an empty accessible toilet. He locked the door behind us. He turned around to face me, pinning me with his dark eyes. The man moved his body closer to me, one slow step at a time, at the same time when I stepped back, uselessly trying to prolong the evident, looking into his piercing eyes. Soon my back hit the cold tile wall. His mouth curved into a whisper of a smile and then he crushed my lips with his once again.
The name of the game was a mutual dance alright, and we were obviously heading towards the climax of it. He put his hands on my hips and began to caress my skin underneath the clothes. I was shivering all over, from the cold tiles against my back and from his heated touch. His tongue claimed me again and again and I began to moan against his mouth, unable to stop myself. I wanted to suck his tongue like this forever. He tasted like tic tacs and his breath was hot against my skin when he was finally able to kiss my neck, giving us both a chance to get some air.
“God, you are beautiful. You took my breath away when you were dancing…” His tongue licks the beating pulse on my neck. “You made me painfully hard and I must have you. Please let me… I don’t usually beg but you drop me to my knees, lady.” He withdraws enough to look me in the eye. I stare back. Forbidden to talk. Waiting for him to make his move.
Then he is back against my mouth and mumbles his compliments against my lips. I murmured weakly, needing more, so much more. I wanted to tell him that he got me already at the dance floor. I wanted to tell him to just take me and take me good. That I could forget and… feel something. But I guess he was already on his way under my skin.
He lifted my shirt and yanked my bra under my breasts, beginning to feast on my breasts, sucking them with quick, hungry sucks that reverberated all over my body, especially between my legs. My clitoris was aching for his touch, beating to the rhythm of my heart.
If I had made him hard, he was doing a damn good job making me wet. How convenient for both of us… I pulled him up to my face from his hair and took a hold of his tongue with my lips and sucked him, wrapping my leg around his ass, so that I could push him closer to me. Inviting him all the way in.
Suddenly I needed him badly. Maybe even more than he needed me. I was officially losing it, and God, how good it felt. He took my wrists and pinned them deliciously against the wall with his hands, taking my ability to touch him away from me. I felt the wetness gathering between my legs. No talking, no touching. Only taking what he was offering me. I was burning with heat. He held my gaze with his eyes, looking at me like a wild animal, panting. He was definitely going to fuck me, and boy, I wanted him to. He vocalised his intentions.
“I am going to fuck you, lady.”
He pushed me harder against the wall with his body. “The only thing that will stop me, is the word I told you, you understand?” I nodded. “Good girl.” I was hoping I was good enough for him to take me. Soon. Hard. Fast. Wildly. No excuses. Just simple and satisfying act of sex. No bullshit about life and love, just a good fuck.
Yes… I bit my lip.
He grinned almost wickedly and kissed me.
Maybe he reads minds. Now that I knew what he was about to do I allow my body to respond to his lust and let go. We panted together by now, pressed against each other, his hands all over me, as I was holding to my dear life and wrapped my arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against mine as he was catching his breath. When he went back to sucking by breasts my knees began to buckle.
He was good.
I almost returned his compliment by telling him how good boy he was, but ended up holding my breath while he opened the button of my jeans and slid his hand down my belly, going straight to where I needed him. I inhaled sharply when he found me wet and slid deeper between my legs. His pupils grew darker when he caressed me.
“God, how sexy and wet you are for me… I can smell you and it drives me crazy.”
He groaned in his throat, crushing my lips with his mouth again, pushing his tongue into my mouth, trying to eat me alive. His finger and his tongue worked in synchronicity and the pleasure began to build in me as quickly as I accepted his sweet invasion.
Suddenly he unzipped my jeans, pushed another finger between my legs and in this way he finger fucked a fast, furious orgasm out of me with his two fingers, while his thumb gently worked on my swollen, slippery clit. I gasped and convulsed, bucking against his hand, whimpering and biting my lip to stop myself from shouting out loud. He smiled as he palmed me with his soaked, wet hand and allowed me to catch my breath against his chest.
“Your pussy is so hot it burns my fingers…” he whispered heatedly.
“I wonder if you can keep yourself from screaming when I put my cock inside you and fuck you against this very wall…” The words made my body squirm and his cock responded by twitching. I was wondering about the same thing. If this was getting better, I am not able to keep it quiet, for fuck’s sake.
“I really need to fuck you hard. I just wonder if you can take it, beautiful.” I could actually feel my eyes widening and my pupils dilated so fast I could feel the small muscles work in rapid movements. My ears were burning with the rush of blood in my veins and with every word he whispered to me.
Is it hot in here? Just wondering…
I kept quiet. He said I was not allowed to talk, but I was eating him with my eyes. I knew he could sense that I was just as much in heat as he was. He pushed his hips against mine, letting me feel his cock. He was brilliantly hard and it was quite a turn on, to know that he wanted me so much. I didn’t even know his name, but it was flattering to know that he wanted me. It felt more desired than ever before under his gaze, even though the way we played this game was far from normal socialising.
I did not give a rat’s ass and it surprised me a little.
I wondered why I had never had such a crazy, passionate sex in a toilet before.
“This,” he said, pushing his cock against my hips, “is all yours. I hope you like it.”
He pulled my jeans and panties down my legs and opened his own trousers. When his black boxers finally went down his legs I saw his hard, huge and heavy cock hovering in the air between us. He was absolutely stunning, with a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip of it. I tried to touch him but he pushed my hand away impatiently.
“No touching tonight, lady. I am doing you. This is all for you.”
He was fast with his moves and he had a condom over his cock in seconds. I licked my lips and looked into his eyes, swallowing hard. He was looking back, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. He was arrogant and selfish, but so was I at this moment. He made me arrogant with his boldness. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. We were equal in every way.
“Time to fuck that tension off you, lady. Time for you to let go and surrender and submit to me.” I wrapped my arms around his back, let them slid underneath his shirt, feeling how his back muscles moved as he lifted me from the floor by grabbing my ass, pressing my body hard against the wall with his own, much bigger one. I gasped, filled with anticipation. Embraced myself for the impact.
Over his shoulder, I saw the mirror and his bare bottom as he tensed and flexed his muscles and slid deeper between my legs. His cock was thick and hard, but I was slippery as hot ice and he plunged inside me with one swift movement of his pelvis. I would have screamed out loud, but his lips hit mine, silencing me efficiently as he began to fuck me.
He felt so good inside me, filling me perfectly. I moaned repeatedly against his lips. I could not stop panting, moaning, whining as I took him inside me, accepted him, letting him give and take with his wildly rocking hips. When he was not kissing me my voice echoed from the walls. God, he knew what he was doing to me.
He lifted my legs higher with his arms, opening me wide in front of him so that he could take everything from me, hitting my clitoris with every precise thrust as he drove into my rippling flesh. I was about to scream… I bit my lip until it was bleeding. Worried for a second, not giving a shit the next.
He pressed his head against my neck, sucked my skin and fucked me harder, almost frantically. His moves were spectacular and perfect for both of us. His eyes were two dark pools of primal male lust. My eyes turned back to the mirror and when I saw our reflection there, what he was doing to me, I almost lost it. I began to moan louder. The sound of my wet pussy when his flesh and his balls hit me repeatedly seemed to follow the beat of the disco music behind the wall.
He was on a mission to fuck. He was persistent and relentless with his manly moves. He fucked the living daylights out of me. I convulsed and tensed. I came for him suddenly, hard, shouting against his shoulder, biting his jacket between my teeth as I was crushed against the wall by a toe-curling orgasm and a powerful body of a complete stranger.
The sweetest climax left me helplessly panting against his chest, while he plunged wildly inside me a few times, until he came inside me growling in his throat, his Adam’s apple moving up and down on his neck, his sexy stubble brushing my cheek as he pushed me against the wall for the last time, long and hard, keeping me pinned against the wall with his cock as he exploded inside me, jerking so hard I could feel him while my pussy milked him empty.
He stayed inside me for a while, holding so hard I could hardly breathe. My lungs were fighting for air; my pussy was convulsing with aftershocks. He was feeling me and shivering with his eyes closed, whispering just one word.
He moved his forehead against mine and rested against me, with his eyes still closed. Then he tilted his head and kissed me gently, licking my tongue with his own. A warm, soft kiss that felt like it took forever, but it was probably over in a minute. He slid out of me eventually, putting me gently down to sit on the toilet, asking me to stay still.
He disposed of the condom, throwing it in the trash after he wrapped it in a toilet paper. He put his trousers back on, moving leisurely and without a hurry. I watched how he took the bidet shower and washed me, making sure the water was comfortably warm.
He kept an eye contact all this time, like challenging me to turn my eyes away. I never could. I was spellbound by his boldness and gentleness. I was not afraid to look back at him if that was what he was looking for. He was testing me, I could tell. After he dried my skin, he helped me to put my jeans back on, and then he gently straightened my bra and shirt and told me simply:
“Time for you to go home.”
He walked me out of the toilet and held me close to his body. I was absolutely exhausted, feeling drowsy and dizzy with satisfaction. I felt thirsty and tired. I was sore between my legs, in a way that I could still feel him inside me. I was shivering when we stepped outside and he asked if I was cold.
I shook my head, wondering what he could ever do about it if I was. Turn back the weather? Maybe he was able to do that. Who knows. He did not seem real to me anymore. Maybe I was dreaming. When he managed to get a taxi, he opened the door for me, helped me gently inside and gave 100 euros to the driver and told him to take me home safely.
He kissed me quickly.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
Then he was gone. I told the driver my address and leant back on my seat. As weird as it all had been, I was relaxed and all the stress of the week had completely left me. I could still feel him inside me, pounding my body inside and outside, against the body. I was shivering with the thought. I was dying to get back home to my bed and to drift away. I had no idea what just happened, but I felt good.