She couldn’t remember where she was.
She couldn’t remember how she got there.
She couldn’t remember how long she’d been there.
She couldn’t remember who she was.
She didn’t know who he was.
She didn’t know where he came from.
She didn’t know why that didn’t matter.
She didn’t know why she was taking off her pants.
She felt it was right.
She felt so good.
She felt a need she couldn’t resist.
She felt him inside her.