I infuriated Alex during the day, he looked at me with irritation and called me a liar, and now he hugs me so hard, as if he wants to break all my bones. Subdue yourself. Destroy any resistance.

But I don't think I should turn him away. I am consumed by a drunken, uncontrollable euphoria. The sharpness of the bristles, the moisture and assertiveness of the tongue, the very sound with which he attacked my mouth - all this disorientates, shocks, makes me believe in a miracle. I sob and press my whole body into it. I return the wild kiss, sucking on his tongue. I feel delicious, sweet, incredibly...