She tripped on the lift door sill and fell into my arms.

“I enjoyed that; do you feel like a drink on the way home?”

“If you are buying".

Three cocktails later she was purring like a kitten.

“Another drink?”

“I want cock, not tail now.”

“Done.”

“The sooner the better.”

An hour later we were laying naked on the bed having filled her with the love potion I had made especially for her.

“What are you doing this weekend,” I asked.

“More of the same?” she replied.