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Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,203,622
Next Level: 1,209,937
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-HERS-
The music is loud, the bar is dark, a live band tonight, a special from the owner, it's his birthday today and he wanted to celebrate in style. The band is local. A group I've never heard of, never heard play, one that I didn't care to come across actually.
I was dragged out to the club by my girlfriends, hoping that the men would be ample tonight, for they wanted to pick up hopefully. Not my thing, taking home a total stranger. Made me feel uncomfortable, so I did my usual of standing around, sipping my drink, hanging around in dark corners, hoping to go unnoticed.
I decided to go for a walk around, see who all was out tonight that I knew, if anyone was around that could keep me occupied while the girls trolled through the bar. The black lights behind the bars made my white tank top glow. Gave the place an interesting effect, seeing glowing parts of bodies about, the bar was very dark, not many lights, had even darker corners. My favorite place to stand and watch.
I wandered up towards the back of the bar, where the band was. It was well lit there, at the dance floor, and I could see the girls gyrating on the dance floor with a few very handsome looking men. I caught their attention and waved, motioning that I was coming down, a look of surprise on the girls faces, not used to seeing me voluntarily come out on the dance floor.
I guess the band had taken a break, they were nowhere to be seen, and their instruments were laying on the stage, the dj was mixing his own version of one of the latest hits, he should of let it be. It was only worse than the original. I had had a few drinks by now, and had a slight buzz, which is why I ventured onto the dance floor.
I started to dance to the music playing, it was a very erotic song, nice beat to it, one that made my mind wander to thoughts of the bedroom and a man. I was swaying with the music, not really dancing, just kind of standing there in my own world, my eyes closed, thoughts off to other places, drinking my vodka and sprite. The music changed quickly, but kept a similar beat, so I didn't bother to open my eyes, just continued dancing.
When the song finally changed to a love ballad, I opened my eyes, and there on the stage was the band, and the lead singer, and he was looking right at me. Watching me, he had this look in his eyes, of pure hunger. Almost an animalistic appeal to him. I felt my face flush bright red, and headed off the dance floor before some poor drunk tried to play some lines at me.
I found a spot against the railing of the dance floor, in a back corner, where I could watch the band, and not be noticed. I'd never been so enthralled by the sight of someone before in my entire life. I could see the singer directly in my line of sight, he was searching the dance floor with his eyes, singing like he had sung the song a million times, and his mind was elsewhere.
The night wore on, I didn't drink anymore, and I didn't venture onto the dance floor again. I just stood in my place, enjoying being able to watch such a creature in a position he so obviously loved being in. It was entrancing. I didn't realize the time, apparently it was close to closing, the band was playing some slow ballads to close the night off, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was staring straight into a pair of deep luscious blue eyes, and almost immediately forgot about the singer when he asked if I would dance.
I let him lead me to the center of the dance floor. He pulled me in close to him, and we started to sway with the music, when I spotted the singer again, looking directly at me, a look of disbelief and upset and anger was in eyes, or so I thought anyways. I watched him as I danced, watching him make love to the audience, and they didn't even know it.
He announced that he was going to rest, and let one of the band members' sing the final song of the night. Down the stairs he came, and the girls were pawing at him, he brushed them away like he would have if they had been mosquitoes. He still had his eyes on me, and mine on him, my partner had left, apparently sensing my lack of interest in him, I never even noticed. The music started, it was a song I knew. Called "I wanna be with you." Just as the new singer started in on the chorus, he reached me. I stood there, not saying a word, not moving. He stepped in close to me and pulled my hips to him. Holding me close to him.
We started to sway with the music, only our hips moving. I buried my head in his shoulder, listening to him sing quietly with the band. He had his hands around my back, gently trailing his fingertips up and down my spine, sending shivers through me. I had my arms down by my sides, letting them hang loosely. I tipped my head back slightly, feeling my hair swing against my back, he ran his fingers through it and leaned his head down to tenderly kiss my neck......................................
-HIS-
The night was a typical gig. Too dark a club, too hot a night, too many bodies pressing together on the dance floor. I sang my set program we always did for shows. I felt bored, and not really into the music. I knew if I didn't feel like ending the evening alone one of the many girls at the foot of the stage would gladly oblige me in company.
We took the stage after our first break giving the Dj's lame mixes a rest. Then I saw her. She seemed lost in her own little world. Swaying back and forth, her eyes closed, lost in the music. She looked waif-like and vulnerable out there by herself. Her tiny frame, well shaped, and her moves erotic. I wanted her. I watched her mesmerized and then as if sensing my eyes on her, she opened them. I detected she noticed me watching, a slight trace of fear? Something I wasn't sure of.
Then she left the dance floor and it was back to the same boring thing as every other gig. I looked for her, tried to see the corners of the club, but with the lights in my face, it was hard to see anything. Sweat poured off my brow, and my silk shirt felt too fucking hot. I was getting grouchy and bored.
Then I saw her again. This time she was with a guy, moving erotically as they danced. I felt possessive and knew I had no right to be, but I wanted her, and I wouldn't be out done. I finished the song and said my goodnights to the audience, letting the bass player take over the next and final song for us.
I headed off the stage, determined to have her. No one mattered. I saw only her on that dance floor. I didn't bother with words, our eyes said it all. In one look I knew she wanted me and she knew I wanted her. I pulled her close to me feeling the heat in my groin grow intense, and the heat in my heart even more so. Something about her. She smelled wonderful like peaches and clean soap, female, sweat and sexuality all at once. I sang to her, she melted against me. I could feel her breasts press against my chest and through the silk of my shirt knew her nipples were hard, as if she were getting chills...
I felt daring, brave and I wanted her. I always get what I want. I kissed her then letting my lips taste her neck, ran my tongue over her skin, licking the clean salty taste of her. She shuddered against me and moved closer. I felt as if no one else on earth existed at that very moment.
I lifted her head, my hand on her chin and gazed into the deepest brown eyes. I felt like I fell into their dark pools and brought my mouth down over hers. She tasted sweet and I let my tongue explore her mouth as she sank against me. Pulling her now to a dark corner, we kissed more passionately, away from all eyes but a few. The strappy little tank top she had on did nothing to hide her arousal. I let my fingers push the straps down and bent my head to take her luscious breast in my mouth. Sucking gently at the nipple at first, I heard her moan. Her hands went to my hair and she held me closer to her. I sucked harder, tasting, sucking, nibbling at her. Then I came up and made eye contact with her again.
"I want you." I said.
"Yeahhh," she sighed. It was enough.
I led her away to a room in back the band was using for theirs during the gig. I led her to a run down sofa there and she suddenly seemed shy in the light of the room. I got up and went to turn out the light. Then I went back to her. I could see her in the moonlight from the one window and the dim light cast from the outside of the room. She was smiling.
I kissed her mouth again and let my hands find their way to her breasts, taking off the tank top. I slid it up and tugged it off over her head. Then I buried my face in her breasts. I moved my explorations down kissing her stomach, then lower. I unsnapped her jeans and slid them easily off then slid off her panties, to bury my face in her sweet femininity. I heard her moan and felt her wiggle as I let my tongue explore her deeply, licking and sucking her. I felt my own desire so pent up I could barely take it anymore.
Finally I stood up and unfastened my trousers. She gasped out loud at me and before I could move between her thighs she had me in her mouth. I almost fell over with the intense pleasures. She worked me with her tongue, her teeth, her whole mouth seeming to know exactly what I liked. Just as I was getting close to losing control, I stopped her. I gently laid her back and smiled at her. I realized we had not said a single word beyond the "I want you" and her response. I slid between her legs and inside her deep and slow.. She gasped and clutched at me hard, wrapping herself all the way around me.
I moved slow to the rhythm of the DJ's music playing outside in the club. As the beat picked up so did our tempo, thrusting harder and faster, breathless we both reached our climax at the same time. I felt myself spill into her as she squeezed me hard. Felt her teeth bury in my shoulder stifling her cries of passion, and the pain was exquisitely pleasure.
Afterwards we lay together holding on to each other breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" she asked me.
I grinned down at her, "never better."
She smiled at me then and I hugged her close................
I feel hands creep around my neck. Followed by lips and a tongue on my skin. I feel the desire in my groin grow. Tuning my guitar can wait. I set it aside and take her in my arms, letting the towel she wears slide off to the floor, fresh from the shower and smelling like peaches and clean soap, we make love in our flat.
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