Beverages, Chocolates and Sex

Bonnie pours the wine. Alice snaps open the box of truffles and they stretch out side by side on the leather couch, shoulders touching. Conversation weaves lazy, their wrists brush, a drip of chocolate stains Alice’s collarbone. She giggles, leans in. Fingers slide. Clothes slip. In minutes Bonnie is on her knees between Alice’s open thighs, mouth eager. Soft moans fill the room where a moment before they had only been sharing laughs. Tongues trade warm, slow strokes against swollen heat until they’re both shuddering, wet fingers tangled, bodies coiled tight.