I was lost in a sea of comfort as I snuggled against her. She was so soft and warm, and the contrast between the heat of her skin and the cool night-time air was soothing my mind into a meditative state.

She petted a particularly sensitive area of my back, slowly.

“Can I kiss you?”

Her question was sudden, but I was in no position to disagree. My mind was compromised, flooded with seratonin and agreeable to what she wanted.

I nodded gently, and her lips met mine.

Chemicals in my brain sent feelings of intimacy and trust as I gently opened my mouth mid-kiss, and as her tongue thrust into my mouth, those feelings were joined by arousal. I felt so hazy, just going along with the moment.

We spent some time like this. She conducted the make-out like an orchestra, directing and leading my tongue, my face, my mind…

She climbed on top of me and I felt a twinge of anxiety and tension.

“Shhh,” she shushed, sensing how nervous I was. She leaned forward for another kiss, and it eased my mind as she slipped her underwear and mine aside.

I was too dazed and comfortable to do anything as she fucked me into oblivion.