I once made love to my then boyfriend on bar stool I stole from the fraternity boys down the corridor after a night of carefree drunken antics. He turned off the overhead florescent lights and twisted the **** of the free standing lamp in the corner. The room was partially occupied with dim light and created still life subject matter out of my roommate’s trinkets.  I lifted myself onto the mahogany wooden bar stool, elongating my torso as I leaned back onto the heels of my palms for support.   He approached me without utterance. I let my knees splay open and I followed him with my eyes from a fixed location. His fingers were spread wide on the outside of my thighs, softly sliding up and removing my dress. Tickling just above my hip bones he slipped ******* under either side of my white lace ******* . He slowly drew the ******* down and over the bend in my knees, grazing my calves and off of my left foot, leaving them to hang at the hinge of my other ankle. He slid into me easier than ever before. ******* dressed in soft light I sat statuesque and encouraged him to pummel deeper into me as rings of blood formed at the base of his *****.