"Good morning," he said, full of lust, whispering in her ear. She stood at the window covered by just a blanket. It was early on a Sunday morning, and all she wanted to be was alone. But yet again, another mistake of another Saturday night was here, and would not get the message of her cold shoulder.
"Baby, you look so sexy standing here in just your blanket," he whispered, trailing a couple fingers up her side, her back, down to her butt. He squeezed. A moan escaped her and she hoped he didn't hear. He bit her ear, and sucked a little, as his hand found a breast, and squeezed that as well. Circling her nipple, he continued his nibbling down the side of her neck.
Her eyes turned from anger to lust in a pinch of a nipple. She placed her tea down on the window ledge, so as not to drop or spill it. The blanket dropped, and she thought to herself, Maybe this one isn't much of a mistake at all.
Then everything turned hungry.