Review Blog: NAUGHTY ALLIE NAUGHTYALLIE occurred to me that our interactions today were very "domestic" for want of a better word. We were pretty much acting the way my wife and I do when she's home and not the way Hillary and I had acted the previous few nights, which was like a pair of sex-starved animals. I wasn't exactly sure what to make of the change. Neither was I sure whether it was a good thing or bad thing that it had taken place.
We finished eating and began clearing the table. At one point, Hillary had bent over to put something in the dishwasher and, at the same time, I was taking a dish to the sink to rinse and wasn't watching where I was going, so I bumped into her very lovely bottom. "Sorry," I apologized.
She stood up and our eyes locked. I felt something sweeping through me and, all of a sudden, the facade of domesticity vanished. The next thing I knew, Hillary was in my arms, her body writhing against mine. Our lips joined and our tongues lashed. I realized, when I felt warm flesh under my fingers, that I'd begun tugging at her clothing and at the same time I felt her hands touching my flesh, meaning she was doing exactly the same thing to me. We didn't talk, although we did make sounds into each other's mouths like the animals in heat we were as we peeled the clothing from each other's bodies.
