The deep, seductive bass of the music coursed through my body as soon as I stepped into the crowded nightclub, breathing air heavy with smoke and sweat and the heat of the balmy summer night - intoxicating. The flashing lights had me vying for balance as I moved through the crowds of twisting, writhing dancers to the bar. I ordered a drink. It had been far too long since I had let go for an evening; with the stress of college finals over at last I was ready to indulge completely in all the hedonistic rituals this libidinous atmosphere encouraged.
I had come alone, fueled with a bottle of wine, a bit of cocaine, and the desire for passion. Still a virgin at 21, I felt a good fuck was long overdue. I had always been too shy for a one night stand β too concerned about my appearance to think anyone would be interested in me β but years of plastic cocks and fleeting, futile, entanglements had led me here tonight, ready to give in completely to prurient temptation.
I scanned the room, taking in the scene as I pushed my dampened bangs from my forehead and sipped my whisky sour. The music still had my entire being pulsing, rising and falling with the grinding synth β music created to emulate sex. From the corner of my eye I glimpsed another appreciator of this aural erotica. His dark hair curled around his ears and fell into his even darker eyes. His t-shirt clung to his lower back from the heat as he moved. His old sneakers pounded the sticky floor while his hips and shoulders twisted in a dance that seemed almost sinful. I moved closer to him on the floor, watching through hooded eyes, but the music soon had me absorbed in a world of my own, almost forgetting about the handsome stranger.