Party Girl

I saw him at the party. He was hot.
I liked him. Was dead drunk
But still managed to walk over. I tried,
I really did, to be sexy. But then I spilled vodka
Over my shirt, before accidentally dipping my hair
In his pint. I staggered away
And sat on the stairs. Dejected. Total fail.
Maybe I should just go home.

But he appeared in front of me. Stood
At the bottom of the stairs as I was sucking my bottom lip.
I didn't know what he wanted.
He couldn't be interested in me. He surged forward
Lips crushing mine, opening my mouth, plunging his tongue
Inside, then his hand up my skirt
And my knickers pulled down around my ankles.

I cried out as he drove his cock into me. Clung
To his shoulders, moaned and asked for more.
He moved faster, harder, fucking me on the stairs,
His perfect ass in my hands. I loved the taste of his tongue
And his weight on my torso. This feeling
Drowns out everything. I want him, can't get enough
Of his lips on mine and the hard thrust of him inside me.

Suddenly, he pulls out
And comes on the stairs. I fumble for my knickers
And stand on shaky legs. He puts a hand
On my hip as he pulls his trousers up. I want him
To pick me up and carry me upstairs.
It's a big house. We'll find a room. At least one more,
One more kiss, a deep one please. Fill my mouth
With your tongue and hold me tight. At least
Let me have your number? I'm brave enough
To put my hands on his shoulders
And pull him closer.