I’d had sex. I’d had sex with another woman, and it had been…amazing. Soft, supple skin. Glossy, luscious lips. That one kiss, that first touch to her lips had broken me. I was powerless to fight against it any longer. Against her. It was like I’d been in a trance. The music, the feel of her body pressed so agonisingly perfect against mine…. Something had just come over—no, taken over—me, and I couldn’t wait a second longer to find out how she tasted.
