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Moon has been around the block a few times. So many times that most men bore her. She was interested in finding someone that could add some excitement into her life.
She decides to venture out one night to cure her boredom. Money is no object, as she has all she could desire. What she needed was a man that was confident in his manhood, and would act, not play. She wasn't a player. When she decided she wanted something, she got it.
Tonight she needed a good fuck. No games, no pretentious bullshit, but a good long hard fuck. Her pussy was wet and ready for action. She needed someone to comply.
She walked into the nightclub with the confidence of a goddess. Her sleek 5'7" slender frame oozed with grace. A poor young male pup blocked her from her goal of a nice delicious coctail with some mundane remark of:
"I've never seen you here before. What's your name?"
"None of your business. Excuse me, but I believe you are blocking my path." Moon replies, cutting him to the quick. The poor malechild recoils with her words, and opens the pathway to her destiny.
There leaning against the bar is a magnificent example of maleness. Tall, darkhaired, black leather jacket and jeans with an air of confidence, he sits drinking a Weissbier. The music in the air demands attention. Moon orders her Guinness. Taking a drink, she hopes he is worthy of her attentions.
She scans the rest of the place, and decides she has already found the best spot. At the bar, near a gorgeous man she intends to seek, and a view of the stage, where a regional blues band is chugging out a great shuffle.
Moon relaxes as the cool atmosphere entrances her.
[Edited by MoonWolf on 09-12-2000 at 06:51 AM]
She decides to venture out one night to cure her boredom. Money is no object, as she has all she could desire. What she needed was a man that was confident in his manhood, and would act, not play. She wasn't a player. When she decided she wanted something, she got it.
Tonight she needed a good fuck. No games, no pretentious bullshit, but a good long hard fuck. Her pussy was wet and ready for action. She needed someone to comply.
She walked into the nightclub with the confidence of a goddess. Her sleek 5'7" slender frame oozed with grace. A poor young male pup blocked her from her goal of a nice delicious coctail with some mundane remark of:
"I've never seen you here before. What's your name?"
"None of your business. Excuse me, but I believe you are blocking my path." Moon replies, cutting him to the quick. The poor malechild recoils with her words, and opens the pathway to her destiny.
There leaning against the bar is a magnificent example of maleness. Tall, darkhaired, black leather jacket and jeans with an air of confidence, he sits drinking a Weissbier. The music in the air demands attention. Moon orders her Guinness. Taking a drink, she hopes he is worthy of her attentions.
She scans the rest of the place, and decides she has already found the best spot. At the bar, near a gorgeous man she intends to seek, and a view of the stage, where a regional blues band is chugging out a great shuffle.
Moon relaxes as the cool atmosphere entrances her.
[Edited by MoonWolf on 09-12-2000 at 06:51 AM]