Yes, I am writing

With his lips pressed firmly against mine, I reached behind my back, fumbled with my keys, until finally, I found the lock. Our bodies were stuck together in an alcohol induced blob of hormonal passion, we pushed against the door one more time. One more heave, it gave way — we landed just inside my apartment. “Fuck!” I squealed, his slightly overweight body smashed me against the filthy floor.
~Liberty Stone
Liberty Stone