We're sitting on the couch. His hand is resting on my knee. It grazes up towards my thigh. He stares into my eyes as he deftly unfastens my pants. His eyes are still locked on my when he somewhat violently pulls me off the couch in front of him. His breath quickens as he yanks my pants off me. He drags me on top of him pulling my hair and kissing me hard. As he presses my body against him so hard I can barely breathe he practically growls "Fuck me"... I can't resist a comand like that. When he walks me to my car after it is cold outside. He wraps me into his arms and kisses me for long enough that I think we may start things up again outside. But we don't, and I drive home feeling like I've scratched an excellent itch.

People please.

I screwed my boyfriend. This evening. After he took me out for an early dinner and we snuggled in bed for a few hours.