Ten Dollar Word, Reminiscence

The vodka you'd been downing made you slur:
"Let's consummate this commiseration. Then we won't be lonely anymore".
and I said that'd be satisfactory; I didn't want the evening to terminate with me going to bed in solitary, not after all I'd been through.
So we kissed our way to oral copulation, in a clandestine rendezvous, the secret adding just as much thrill as the actions themselves.