It was already 11 when Cheryl came home. We went out together in the afternoon.
Her face was flushed, it seemed she had a good time and had been drinking. When she saw me sitting in front of the computer with a gloomy face, motionless, she probably knew I was angry. She came over, twining her arms around my neck, her hot breath with strong smell of alcohol brushing against my ear, caressing and teasing me. She did know that an apology would be much more difficult than making love. The ear is a very sensitive part of the body, especially the earlobe. And at this moment, my earlobe was sucked into her mouth. Who could resist such temptation? Surely not me. Right away, I forgot all the unpleasantness before.