Jessica Jones

It had been a long hard day in a series of long hard days for Jessica Jones, but unfortunately the longevity and hardness wasn't the kind she needed right now.

As she slumped down on her double bed, all alone, no one to turn her back on, she looked at the beer bottle in her hand, and was struck by its phallic nature. It was almost empty, but it could still give her plenty of pleasure, help fill her emotional void.

She tilted back her head, her lips wrapping round its opening, and slowly drained the last dregs of liquid from it.

"Enough of the foreplay, time for spin the bottle." She lay down on the bed, one hand on the empty glass container, the other frantically undoing the buttons on her denim jeans, pushing them down her legs. As she tore her white panties off, and positioned the bottle, she suddenly realized she wasn't alone.