We made out, then made love.
We kissed and later screwed.
We stood under the mistletoe before going upstairs to shag.
Your lipstick get smeared, then we played hump the hostess.
You stuck your tongue down my throat; I slowly entered you.
After snogging for a time, we slipped between the sheets.
I explored one orifice, then another.
We parked under the moonlight... That night we went all the way.
It was more than just a peck, and I could tell you were in the mood for some hanky-panky.
You showed me what you could do with your lips, then showed me how good you were in the sack.
I was surprised when you frenched me, and more so when you took me to your bed to fuck my brains out.
You said you didn't bite, but you nibbled my lips and then bit my ear as we had intercourse.
Our mouths met and things progressed from there until we were having sexual relations.
We taught each other some oral techniques, as prelude to the dirty deed.
Necking for a while, I started to give it to you on the couch.
I reached first base, and second, and third. I scored.
I drank you in, the evening we slept together.
That day we read no more...