thiscouldbtricky
The one That got Away
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- Sep 21, 2004
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My slinky but understated little black dress hugs my curves in all the right places, my deep red heels drawing attention to my shapely legs when you catch a glimpse of me across the room. The muted light gently shimmers off my chocolate brown, stylishly short hair, the copper tones are accented in the dimness. Suddenly the other people in the room become muted, the writhing bodies of the other dancers no longer warrant your attention. Even with half of my face covered by the mask, matching the rest at the party, something about the line of my jaw, or perhaps my relaxed but poised stance, or maybe it's just my C cup breasts swaying gently in time with the music... Something about me draws your eye. And even better I am standing alone.
Before you realize you have even taken a step, you are halfway through the crowd, headed my way. Your crisp suit and matching mask leave you nondescript from afar, but I notice the tall, broad shouldered man who is parting the dancers and seems on a mission.
I take a delicate sip of my drink and wonder briefly at this man who seems so somberly intent as he heads across the dance floor, but my mind is otherwise occupied. I am ripped from my thoughts when some overly-imbibed cretin grabs me somewhat roughly by the elbow, and drunkenly makes a pass at me. With an un-ladylike sneer, I inform him that he is mistaken about the mirror in my pocket, and threaten dismemberment if he touches me again.
By the time the idiot has slinked off and my gaze returns to the dance floor, I can no longer see the man with purpose I had glimpsed coming toward me and am mildly disappointed. An almost imperceptible pout comes to my lips...
Someone please PM me...
Before you realize you have even taken a step, you are halfway through the crowd, headed my way. Your crisp suit and matching mask leave you nondescript from afar, but I notice the tall, broad shouldered man who is parting the dancers and seems on a mission.
I take a delicate sip of my drink and wonder briefly at this man who seems so somberly intent as he heads across the dance floor, but my mind is otherwise occupied. I am ripped from my thoughts when some overly-imbibed cretin grabs me somewhat roughly by the elbow, and drunkenly makes a pass at me. With an un-ladylike sneer, I inform him that he is mistaken about the mirror in my pocket, and threaten dismemberment if he touches me again.
By the time the idiot has slinked off and my gaze returns to the dance floor, I can no longer see the man with purpose I had glimpsed coming toward me and am mildly disappointed. An almost imperceptible pout comes to my lips...
Someone please PM me...