Sex With A Stranger

You know how it goes, or how it’s meant to go, at least.

- Dominika Skye

The lights are low. You meet the eyes of an attractive stranger across the room. That breathless chemistry sparks between you, and you just know. Maybe you speak for a bit, exchanging careless flirtation while your eyes rip each other’s clothes off. Maybe you don’t even speak, because words would ruin the delicious tension. You just head off together, to a room, or a secluded bit of garden. It’s fast, frantic, and delicious. Buttons will fly and lace will be torn to shreds. You will see stars. Or, at least, that’s the fantasy. The reality is almost never like this. Sad, but true.