The Devil's doll

Pronologue

The adrenaline was everywhere.
An unforgettable night from the club, loud music, blinding lights, and of course alcohol. What's a party without a tipsy or drunken mind, letting your body freely to move on the dance floor. Everything was awesome. Making eye contact in a flirty way with people when they are too drunk, there is no way you can control what you have between your legs.

Forget clubbing, take the chance to grab a drink together, chatting, dancing and ending up making out with each other to fucking under the sheets of the strangers place. You only live once. Good luck if you dont drugged, ending up to the back of a truck of a gangster, drug dealer, human trafiker, mafia to sell you as their slut or your body parts you name it. Listen to your parents often...Listen to your parents!

The man was to drunk to even remember the name of the woman he meet. It doesnt mean he meet the love of his life, it wasnt the first time to have done it. He is good looking, sure he does has common features like brown eyes, hair and a beard. We women are a sucker for men with facial hair, dont need to argue with that. The woman didnt have a bad taste about it.

The music kept them swaying, closer now. A hand on her waist, another on his chest. The touch was enough to seal the deal. No need for words anymore. Who needed a name when the night itself was all that mattered? The alcohol did its part smoothing over the awkward bits, making everything easier. Before long, they were kissing under the flashing lights, too drunk to care who might be watching.

As they were trying to get inside to the apartment, they were struggling because they were to drunk from the club and they wouldn't leave each other as they couldn't wait to get inside as they make out passionately. Somehow, they made their way from the kitchen to the bedroom, clothes trailing in their wake. By the time they hit the bed, they were naked, tangled together, too far gone to stop.

His hands gripped her waist as they fell into the sheets, the passion escalating quickly from playful to intense. The bed creaked under the weight of them, moving together, the sound of their bodies filling the room. Her moans mixed with his deep breaths, echoing through the apartment.The couple made it in they start to take their clothes off. Who said the love was real, who said maybe they know each other, its just a night stand nothing more. Starting slow with passionate make outs from the kitchen couter to the bedroom with a rough sex.

The night passed in a blur of tangled limbs, whispered groans, and the rough rhythm of sex that only felt right in the heat of the moment. There was no pretense, no slow build-up to something meaningful. Just raw desire. The kind that leaves your skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding, breaths ragged. Sheets twisted around their bodies, pulled tight and messy, just like the night itself.

Moans echoing all over the apartment, maybe being heard from the neighbors. They couldn't care less about it. Better apologise, it could wait untill morning, like i said its not the first time.