Drunked Romance

Bruce sat away from everyone else at the far end of the bar table. He was staring darkly into the glass, lost in some morbid thought of his past relationship. With a deep gasp, he lifted the glass to his lips. He noticed at a distance Ayush sitting with a glass of drink. Ayush never drinks, he whispered. 'Something must be wrong,' Bruce thought. He narrowed his eyes, scanning Ayush's face for any sign of stress or illness, but he found nothing. In fact, he looked great, although he was doing something very unusual.

After completing two bottles of red wine, "I fucking love this song, guys," Ayush yelled. No one has ever seen Ayush so drunk before. He picked up two more shots from one of the tables and was out of control.

After a tedious dancing hour, his driver drove him to Cannebena, the apartment where he used to live with his girlfriend. The bell rang. Ayesha (his girlfriend) yelled, "Come in, dude! It's already open!" Ayush entered the room. He was totally drunk; his hair was a mess of loose black curls, and the top few buttons of his shirt popped open, exposing a part of his chest. He looked like a right mess! A hot mess. There was a subtle glow in his hazel eyes.

He came towards Ayesha slowly, with the soberness in his eyes. Now they could feel the seductive sensation between the distances they had. He pulled her closer and glided his hand through her waist. She could smell the earthy aroma of red wine coming from him. Holding her waist, he slightly removed the piece of hair that had been disturbing the serene face for quite some time. He pulled her again, much closer than before, such that his sensuous chest was touching her breasts.

Then, after slightly caressing her with the nose, he pushed her hard into the wall beside the cupboard. He couldn't control his urge further. He slowly moved his hands down from her waist to the pockets of her baggy trousers. The seductive pleasure was hell going crazy! Ayesha whispered, "Ayush, you are drunk! I can literally smell the wine on your breath."

Ayush interrupted, bringing a finger to Ayesha's lips and silencing her. He started giving her horny whispers around her neck. She became nervous, and her heartbeat rose. Some of his soberness had gotten into her through the aroma of romance. He sucked her through the neck like a bee sucking nectar. Then he grabbed her hard by the neck and started licking her lips. She froze out of excitement and nervousness. She could feel literally all her genitals having butterflies. He licked her like a fainting bee. This was something their lips were unused to. As she couldn't control herself further, she grabbed him by his shirt and started sucking the Cabernet of Red wine from his mouth. It felt like Midnight Rosé, but time froze.

The next morning, the glistening light of the sun had brought an end to the sensuous, intoxicated night. He was lying on her chest, fully in their senses now. She opened her eyes and gave him a forehead kiss; he smiled. She asked after the simmering smile of his, "Do you remember what happened last night?" He replied, "I remember every touch of those pierced lips of yours with mine!"