My Love Journey's
Drunk Bianka

Author's POV.

Bianka and Paul both wore hotel bathrobes while enjoying pizza. None of them wanted to go out for dinner. The two spent the rest of the day chatting, joking, and drinking. It had been so long since they were so relaxed and so free.

Paul turned to the last slice of pizza as if dancing teased him as he glanced and sipped a beer. "We don't have any change of clothes."

"Yup. But, I don't think it's a problem. You are free to walk without clothes here if you want." replied Bianka, while looking at Paul from head to toe. A line of smiles adorned his lips, then their gaze clashed.

"really?" paul replied with a happy grin, forgetting about the pizza.

Gently and somewhat seductively, Bianka lowered the shoulders of her robe, showing her smooth shoulders. He lowered his head, biting his lips, then re-raised his gaze, with a plain look. "We haven't tried this hotel bed, have we? I think that's the perfect idea."

"Oh, what an interesting offer." Paul leaned forward, his elbow resting on the table. "But maybe I need more encouragement." He licked his lips.

Bianka imitated his movements, placed his elbows on the table, then linked their fingers. His eyes were mischievous, he advanced slightly towards Paul, leaving a distance of about an inch between their lips. Then, lick and bite his lips.

Paul smiled triumphantly. He had just planned to wrap his arms around Bianka when the woman suddenly retreated, giggling happily. After a few seconds Paul realized he had been deceived. Bianka managed to get the last slice of pizza.

"Oh, you sneaky shit!" Paul gasped, making Bianka laugh. "Come on, this isn't fair. I still want it." She pouted, folding both hands on the chest, sulking as Bianka made one big bite in her pizza.

"Well, you can't be mad at a hungry woman." Bianka laughed, her mouth full of pizza.

Paul can't remember the last time they had fun together. He was happy to see Bianka so calm and excited.

Oh my God, I love this woman so much. I still can't believe I almost lost it. Damnit damnit! That was the biggest mistake of my life. Our relationship was clearly the biggest mistake I ever made. Let's see him! She had no idea how beautiful and sexy that smile was, without even having to put in the effort.

Paul looked at Bianka's lips and imagined her manhood sinking in there.

"I know what's inside your head right now, so I suggest you stop imagining indecent things, Paul." Bianka chuckled after swallowing that last slice of pizza.

"Oh, huh? Are you sure you're not interested in joining my dirty mind?" paul retorted, raising his eyebrows defiantly, his head slightly tilted. "Maybe.it'll be fun."

"No. You're drunk, and you need to rest."

"You didn't help at all." murmured Paul, getting up from the sofa and throwing himself in bed. "Very information, Mrs. Klug-soon-to-be, I'm not drunk, just a bit of a whiff."

"All right, whatever you say, Captain!" sahut Bianka, curled up into his arms.

Paul tightens his grip, relieved to see that his mother's undivided attention has helped Bianka regain the weight she lost. His body felt perfectly snug in Paul's arms, so he didn't want the night to end soon. He's not going to sleep yet. "Let's go to the nightclub."

Bianka raised her head, her hands on Paul's chest. "Who are you? What did you do to my girlfriend?"

Paul laughing. "I don't want to end tonight. I want to dance, and I want you to dance for me on my lap." Paul admitted, looking at Bianka with a hopeful look. He still wants to have fun.

"We don't have proper clothes, Paul. If you want, I can rock here."

Bianka was speechless, not too sure of the idea.

"Please, love.." murmured Paul. "You owe me the last slice of pizza you spent."

"Well?!"

"Just say 'okay, baby.' What's the trouble, anyway?" whining Paul again.

"No."

"Yes." Yeah."

"No."

With a quick movement Paul jumped up and started tickling Bianka's stomach. Bianka tries to run away from him but Paul presses her into the bed. Paul didn't stop until the woman was almost out of breath. "Okay. Okay. You won." Bianka snorted, huffled.

Two and a half hours later, Paul and Bianka were sitting in the VIP room of a famous club in Jakarta, two bottles of champagne were empty while the third one was running out. No doubt, both of them were drunk. Paul wore a plain white shirt covered in a black jacket, blue jeans and white sneakers. She made sure Bianka was wearing a matching outfit, a tight-fitting, sleeveless white dress with a length only reaching the middle of her thigh. This made Paul grin all night because he could see the beautiful curves of his lover's body.

Upon arriving at the club, Bianka immediately took off the jacket she was wearing, providing a tantalizing view of her buttocks. For a second Paul did not want to move from the side of Bianka, his hand continued to stick to the woman's hip. Due to the influence of alcohol, Bianka unconsciously continued to dance.

At that time, Paul did not pay attention to the music at all, all his attention was on one person. Bianca Becker's.

Bianka moved her hips shrewdly, stuck her buttocks to the front of Paul's hips and made a mischievous twisting motion, smiling with satisfaction as Paul was unable to turn away from her. Then, he suddenly knelt down between the man's legs, stretched his hands to his thighs, climbed up to his groin, before returning to his feet and raising a flirtatious smile.

Bianka turned around once more before leaning over to Paul, with her butt slightly seducing, she descended into Paul's lap. Without a second thought Paul helped Bianka by holding her butt while the woman moved up and down slowly and sensually, while wrapping her arms around the man's neck.

Bianka could feel Paul's hardened body parts. He smiled mischievously, his eyes filled with intrigue. Bianka leaned forward to kiss Paul on the lips, then moved to his jaw before licking his ear. Paul groans and reflexes push his hips upwards. Bianka smiled once more before pulling away and looming between Paul's legs.

Paul felt the need to thank alcohol for the public performance just now. He watched every move of Bianka full of sensuality, passion and spirit as his hips swerved from side to side, then as if he was scribbling the number eight with that hip.

Paul was really tense, his pants were suddenly narrow to the level of pain. Bianka is crazy, but she remains, and will always be my Bianka.

Paul patted Bianka's ass a little hard. "Oh my God, it's so sexy..."

Bianka gasped, chuckling softly. "Let's go home, baby." he whined in Paul's ear, as he continued to bend his hips.

Paul tightened the grip on Bianka's hip, growling. "Damn! You tried to kill me, huh?" he answered with a heavy and heavy voice.

"Please, Paul. Don't you also want to taste that part of my body that you like the most?" challenge Bianka, wink mischievously. "I'm so wet and ready for you. I want you to make me scream until my voice is out. I want to be destroyed under your control."

Paul rounded his eyes, his jaw gaping, while something pressed his pants harder. It goes without saying that she was really surprised to see Bianka as crazy and wild as that in public. It's different than usual, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it.

During his time with Bianka, he never once heard the woman speak vulgarly in public, and earlier... "Damn, it seems like I'm really going to die tonight," grumbled Paul, desperately holding back his desires, before pulling Bianka out of there.