MrFumejunkie

The smell of my wasted youth. Sexy summer nights of non stop dancing, partying under the disco ball like there was no tomorrow, stolen kisses, young sensual bodies rubbing against each other, flirting, glistening, smoking, drinking, kissing, dancing, touching, leaving at 4am, tired but full of passion sweaty hot skins joined as one in the back of the taxi, waking up on the couch after a few short hours of sleep, late morning, still fully dressed and our clothes smudged with lipstick and dirtied with cigarettes ash still smelling like the night before, all but forgotten by the next day. This is Nightclubbing.