A game we play, of sexual distractions, words to titilate by, generated the following single sentence:

"Backlit by an entryway light, the svelt pair coupled near the wall of hotel glass, a mirror to their own passionate moves, he behind, hands on her hips, supple hips delivering deep thrusts, allowing the silent watchers from across the city canyon to stand transfixed, turgid against the glass of their darkened rooms."

Sure as hell beats the one-night-stand stuff, wondering what it will be like. Much better to fuck with a friend.