Rave till dawn

[jyll_26]

Chloe really didn't like Pink that much, but DAMN that was a good song when Friday night hits and the work week begins to give way to weekend.
"I'm coming out, so you better get this party started," the radio sang.
She didn't want to think for at least 48 hours. Only 26, she'd done well to get in with a good accounting firm but the hours she put in every week barely made up for the high wages. It was a rare weekend that she found the time to blow her hard-earned cash.
This is one of those weekends, she thought to herself.
She twisted up a spliff and stared at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall of her two-bedroom flat. She sighed after looking at her nymphish a-cup breasts. What she lacked in bust size she made up for with witty personality, she told her herself.
From the top of her crimson hair, twisted into stylish little dreadlocks for tonight's party, to her lithe body that was taut from years of dance, Chloe could play the vixen when she wanted.
As the hash started to relax her, she reached into her purse for her cell phone and called her best mate, Liz. Together they'd been planning for weeks on hitting this new dance club, POD, or Place of Dance, in west London. When they got together sparks always flew - they were just like Bonnie Clyde, way out west-style - and nearly every time they partied together Chloe woke up the next morning with extra feet in her bed.
Liz answered on the third ring.
"So, did you get any e's [ecstacy] for tonight," Chloe said into the phone.

 

[jyll_26]

the OOC 411. hehe

Actually, this is my very first post on Literotica, hence the virgin status. hehe. If anyone with more experience has pointers on how to and how not to do one of these narratives, I'd appreciate the advice.

Basically, I'm shooting for a really hot Sex in the City "rip-off" set in London. But, of course, the location is negotiable.

Chloe has a lot of female friends and has experimented with lesbianism in the past but is mostly staight and certainly looking for action at the club, she and Liz are going to.

Feel free to join in.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Okay, I'm not EXACTLY an expert on Literotica, but I feel that I've been here plenty long enough to know most things about it.

What you have done is pretty fine, but one thing you should almost always include in your first post is a bit of information about a few things, such as whether it is an open thread (Anyone can join in) or a closed thread (reserved for you and whichever friends or people that will join in). You should also mention something about the characters you want to join, for instance, any restrictions on PC's (Player Characters, i.e. controlled by one of the other Lit patrons). EXAMPLE: If you only wanted Chloe's friends as PC's, and no-one else, this would be something you should mention. Or, if you wanted all of Chloe's friends to be NPC's (Non-playable characters, i.e. controlled by you, the starter of the thread and hence the "head honcho"), and people could only join in as other people, such as people at the rave.

You should also include any guidelines for the thread that you want, for instance, no gay or lesbian interaction. However, guidelines must be implied only for a legitimate reason, and I suggest using these only rarely.

And one more thing: a character bio, while not always neccessary, can help alot. It should include things like height, build, name, age, gender, sexual orientation, and other things like that.

I hope all this information will help you. Please, feel free to ask me anything else you have on mind - or, seek out someone with a little more experience.
And now, I would like to ask you whether I could join as a party-going male... if you say yes I'll post my info. Thanks, and good luck with Lit.

 

[scubasteve]

Bobby Kay

OCC:
I am assuming this is an open thread.....

23 male.... 6'1" wavy brown hair and deep sensual brown eyes. Toned body from working out.....180lbs. Love to dance...Love to love.......loves to give pleasure....especially with his tounge.....and his other....manly...features

IC:

I am geting ready for tonight. This was supposed to be some special party happening at P.O.D .... only the hottest club around.
I have been there a few times. Awsome music, stunning lighting and special effects...........reasonable priced drinks......and most of all.......the hottes women. There have been a few times I have woken up in some girl's bed........some have even lasted a while....
I smile..not bad. Skin tight black shirt with a silver chain, black leather pants....stretchy...but not too tight. Glow in the dark boxers......They are a hit at these clubs......show a bit of boxer over the belt line, and they glow.....and with the black lights......really cool. Some girls don't like them......but Most do.

I check myself over......smell good.....smooth shaved face.....hair in place.....good.....

I hop in a cab.......lets go!

 

[jyll_26]

late night, maudlin street

OOC: Thanks for the advice Dark Warrior and love the Bill Hicks' quote. Yes, this is definitely an open thread. Great to have you scubasteve ... sounds like a fun character. Any and all should feel free to join in and make this a wickedly hip story. No limits. No judgment. hehe.

Also, Chloe is a 26-year-old Londoner with a degree from Lancaster University in accounting and a minor in philosophy. She is 5' 7", 120 pounds and by day, works as an account at a respected firm. By night, she's quite the clubber and has blown thousands of quid in London's trendy West End hotspots since she graduated from school three years ago. Her chest is small and her feminine curves are more hint then real, but Chloe's stylish grace and playful attitude seem to keep boys buzzing around her when she tries to attract. Red-haired and ready-witted, Chloe can drag the party around with her.

And back to the story.

IC: Liz's voice paused on the phone.
"Nope, but I got something else, you'll like," and Liz laughed. "Charlie Chan."
"Cool," said Chloe, "I'm dead tired and could totally use a recharge before we go out."
A half-hour later, Chloe and Liz were in the living room of Chloe's apartment, frantically gabbing about the past weeks ups and downs, occasionally laughing as they drank white wine from plastic glasses..
"So, I come back up and pull down my skirt and his cock, it's like hard as a stone, so I said to him, 'Hey, if you going to watch at least give us a few quid'," Liz said.
"You didn't," Chloe said, shocked.
"I did .. and you know what - He gave me a tenner," Liz laughed louder, spilling her wine slightly on the coffee table.
"C'mon, don't drink too much," Chloe growled at Liz. "Your going to get drunk before we even go out, luv."
"OK, mum," Liz said, sticking her tongue out at Chloe.
"I'll bite it off," Chloe shot back.
"That's what I told him before he gave me the money," Liz chuckled.

-------

The cab smelled of faintly of body odor and curry. Chloe lit a cigarette to take her mind of the smell.
The hem on Liz's blue skirt was rising far above her knee exposing parts of her milky white thigh. Chloe noticed that the cab driver, an Indian man in his early 60s, was tilting the mirror on the front windshield slightly, perhaps to get a better view of the two ladies in his cab.
"You are perhaps going to the clubs, yes," the man inquired, fixing his stare at Chloe's through mirror. "Lovely ladies, yes. Where are your boyfriends."
Chloe thought for a second: What? Our boyfriends ... what does he care. He shou ---.
"Oh, we don't have boyfriends. We like girls," Liz said, leaning her head into the front seat for a moment. "You know, girls, yes"
The cabbie was caught off-guard and the vehicle swerved slightly. Liz shifted back to her seat and turned her head to Chloe, reaching around her neck and sticking out her tongue again.
This time Liz's tongue met Chloe's as the girls gently embraced. Chloe's face tilted slightly as she felt Liz's hand at her chest, tweaking the little hoop of metal that pierced her nipple. A slow moan escaped from Chloe as Liz's hand then made it way to her thighs, traveling up her skirt and tracing the outline of her pussy, locked behind silk panties.
"You know girls, yes," Liz said with heavy breath into Chloe's ear and just as suddenly stopped her caressing.
They drove in silence for a moment.
"You bitch," Chloe said with a smile. "We need to go find our friends. I said I'd meet Simon and Cullen at the pub. I think Simon fancies you Liz."
Did Liz actually blush at that , Chloe thought. No way. No fucking way.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Helping was my pleasure, and please, don't hesitate to ask more.

Anyway, I'll join...

Name: Steve Ardleigh
Age: 24
Orientation: Straight
Height: 5'10
Build: Average
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Blue
Personality: Steve is fun-loving, and quick witted. He is outgoing, and not the slightest bit shy. His quirky humour and ability to get on well with almost anyone are his strong points, more than making up for his average looks.

IC: As the car horn sounded, Steve hurriedly dropped his tooth brush and washed out his mouth, quickly drying his face before running out the door. He locked up the house and ran over to where his friend Joel was waiting for him.
"Hey Steve, jump in." he said as Steve opened the door to Joel's old bomb of a car.
"So where are we going tonight?" Steve asked, quickly putting his seat belt on. Joel was notorious for his bad driving.
"This great club, called Place of Dance... ever heard of it?" Joel said, starting up the car and pulling onto the road.
"Yeah, and everything I've heard is good..." he said, checking himself in the rear view mirror. He fixed up his hair with a brush of his hand.
"Whatever you've heard, you're in for a surprise." Joel said with a smile.
"I like surprises." Steve said with a laugh.

 

[scubasteve]

Bobby Kay

The cab driver takes me to the club in no time. I think it's the fastest time ever. I look out the window..hmmm......there is quite the crowd tonight, good thing I am good friends with the owners here..I have special VIP pass that allows me, and however many friends I have, instantly into it. I nod to the driver.....paying him...thanks buddy.

I start to walk down the line....towards the door...stopping to chat every now and then to some people...

 

[precious_petal]

OOC:

I´d like to join in as one of Chloe´s friends, maybe one that was already at the club when they got there...

 

[yYnot]

Name: Bethany
Age: 19
Orientation: the more the merrier
Height: 5'5" (usually wears high playforms)
Build: layers of lovin'
Hair: dirty blond bob, but wears a lot of wigs
Eyes: brown

Beth is a spoiled rich kid living off of an extensive trust fund. Her life has been a string of drugs and parties since she got her first fake ID at 15. Slacker is too weak of a word for her, when she is high, which is often, she has a look of relaxed bliss on her face, and never seems to open her eyes all of the way. When she dances, they completely close and she revels in all of the people who she knows are watching (who wouldn't as her ample curves move almost with a life of their own - bras are hard enought to find in her size that she doesn't even bother) - and if they happen to touch as well, so much the better. She would never make a move on someone, but neither could she be bothered to resist.

Tonight Beth is dressed for battle. Her boots are shiny and come to mid calf, and the platform soles add a good 4 inches to her height. Her dress, her only other piece of clothing starts with thin straps that don't seem strong enough to hold her in, it clings to her every curve down to just below her knees. The slits running up both sides to just below her hips are open wide by the tightness of the dress. The pattern is camo, with alternating patches of a luminescent green and a tight black mesh that seems to reveal everything when the light strikes it right.


...

I barely made it into the club in time. I popped my pills before I saw the line, and they were starting to hit me by the time I got through the line to the doorman. But I played it cool. Or at least he didn't seem to mind when I gave him a big body-to-body hug. Those guys are so nice. I tuck my ID into the side of my boot and make my way into the club.

The club is nice and loud. As I walk through the croud, I can feel my body move with the undulations of the music, or am I just swaying with the moving croud - who knows? I make my way to a good position on the dance floor - open enough so I can really move to the music, yet crowded enough that I get the occasional "accidental" brush, or touch, or *grab* from those around me.

I don't dance at first, I just stand there, my eyes closed, swaying back and forth to the music. Feeling it. I'm starting to get hit - hard. Then it's like my body has a mind of it's own. I start dancing, not thinking about it, just letting the music tell me what to do.

With every beat I feel my skin move against my dress and my breasts shift back and forth, threatening to come out with each move. I lift my hands above my head to accentuate the movement. I still don't open my eyes. I imagine that people are not just watching me, but also touching me. Each time my dress shifts across my nipples, it is like a breath on them. Each time the hem of my dress moves along my legs, it's really fingertips brushing me, but never going where I want them to go - where I need them to go.

I can't open my eyes now, or they might all go away.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Steve

Joel and I had finally made it into POD. The music was deafening, even from the entrance, and we were having trouble talking.
"I'll see you around!" Joel yelled at the top of his lungs, barely audible over the music. He then moved off and started dancing, and soon I lost the sight of him through the throng of people, all moving with the music. Someone grabbed me then, and I found myself being pulled into the group, and before I knew it I was dancing. Usually I wasn't much for dancing, generally because I was no good at it, but recently I had discovered something about raves: nobody cares if you can or can't dance. It's just all about the movement.
I could feel other's hands on me, and we were all practically shoulder to shoulder, but that's ok. I was used to it by now. We were all moving, all moving to the music... almost as if we were one... I could feel my head spinning from the combination of the bright, flashing lights, the undulating beats of the music, the constant human touch...

 

[jyll_26]

should i stay or should i go now

OOC: Great ... new people, cheers. Bethany sounds like a fun character and precious_petal feel free to write yourself in anyway you'd like.

When last we left our lasses ...

IC:
He is perhaps the most boring man I've ever met, Chloe thought to herself while staring across the table at Cullen. A tad paunchy, a bit balding - he was obviously the "ugly friend" to sexy Simon.
"So, we went to court and I was able to get the magistrate to drop the charges simply because of a wrinkle in the tax code. Of course, the man was later found guilty of embezzling," said Cullen, obviously convinced that Chloe, being an accountant, loved to talk about money, taxes and the legal ramifications of both.
I just like to spend it, not talk about it, wanker, Chloe said inside her head, raising a pint of hard cider to her lips.
She usually had patience for bourgeois barristers and effete professionals such as Cullen - too often mundane, mediocre and meek - but that was when she was at work and this "J. Alfred Prufrock" had tested her limits for a Friday night.
"Let us go then, you and I," Chloe whispered to Liz sitting next to her. Liz was deep in conversation with Simon, staring intently in his eyes and laughing demurely at some secret joke between them.
Chloe reached into her purse for a cigarette. She found it and fumbled for a lighter. Chloe brought the smoke up to her mouth, but before she could ignite it, her lighter fell with a clang to the floor.
"On sec ...," she said to Cullen before dropping below the table to retrieve the lighter.
Now on all fours below the table, Chloe realized she was getting drunk. A red cotton cloth draped over the table made it seem like Chloe was in a heated, dark cave.
Her hands groped on the floor and once she found the lighter she lit it, bathing the "cave" in an eerie light.
That slag, no wonder she's not talking to me, Chloe thought.
Simon's foot was lost deep in Liz's skirt under the table, gently manipulating her clit with his big toe. Likewise, her foot had found its way over to Simon's jeans where Liz's naked foot was rubbing up and down Simon's sheathed shaft.
Chloe grabbed Liz's vacant shoe and returned above ground.
"I think you lost this, luv," Chloe said to Liz, bringing the abandoned shoe down with a bang on the table, breaking the intimate spell between Simon and Liz.
"Some people don't like barristers, but we're people too. I, for one ...," Cullen continued to drone on in Chloe's direction.
If people are people, then why should it be that you and I should get along so awfully, she sang to herself, savoring the wave of 80s nostalgia that washed over her.

-----

Finally, we leave.
Finally, we dance - Chloe thought..
She and Liz were again in the cab, this time heading directly to POD.
Of course, they'd stopped to powder their noses before they left. Coke sobers you when your a bit tipsy, or at least that's the lie Chloe told herself.
"Simon said he might join up with us later at the club," Liz said. "Did you know I had an orgasm?"
"Under the table, you mean ... I suspected, but no, you played it off well," Chloe answered. "Talented feet?"
"The best," Liz said, sinking back in her seat and letting her skirt ride up again on her thighs. "I haven't come that hard since grade school [OOC: with apologizes to Fight Club]."
"You slut," Liz laughed. "Hey, do you think that artist will be there tonight. The new guy from Chelsea, Steve ... Steve A-something.. I read in the Times that he uses human bodies as canvas to illustrate shamanic visions, or some shite. He's got a show at a gallery on Carnaby Street."
"Yep, sounds like a club kid. If he's cool, he'll be at POD, I'm sure," Liz said, the light blush of red beginning to fade from her cheeks.
Suddenly, they were there ... at POD.
Crowded. A line snaked out of the day-glo building and wound it's way for at least two blocks..
They were going to have to creativity to get in before midnight, Chloe thought.
"Alright, so whose dick do I have to suck to get in here," Liz screamed loudly into the neon-lit night. At least half the crowd, both men and woman, pointed at themselves.
It was going to be that kind of night, Chloe told herself.

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: Heh, were you trying to suggest that that was me, Chloe? Er, jyll_26? I mean, considering I'm Steve A. and haven't yet said anything about my occupation? If you don't mind, I'd love to be Steve A-something hehehe

IC: I managed to slip away from the dance group, utterly exhausted. I slumped down into a chair at one of the tables they had off to the side. I looked around, at all the layers and layers of people moving in the rapidly flashing strobe lights of the place. Perhaps, here, I could find someone who I could...
"Hey Steve!" came a call from nearby, and I turned around to see Joel coming over. He seated himself opposite me.
"Don't tell me you're tired already?" Joel said with a smile, taking out a bottle of... I couldn't see in this light, something dark... and took a swig from it, before passing it to me.
"Far from it, actually." Steve lied. He took a swig as well, wincing as he recognized the taste of a strong bourbon. I coughed as I handed the bottle back to Joel.
Joel laughed. "C'mon, let's get back in there!" He yelled, and jumped into the crowd. Steve could tell that his friend was already drunk, but, nonetheless, followed him in.

 

[jyll_26]

lust for life ....

OOC: Well, I didn't want to force you into a role, so I wrote it kind of ambigiously. I'm glad you think the tecno-shaman artist thing might be fun. Chloe certainly likes body paint. hehe.

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: Heh, sounds great.

IC: I found myself once more in the throng of people, unable to move because of the cramped space. The whole group was sort of "throbbing" with the music, the heavy beat, the only thing I could hear over people's yells and screams. I was practically bathed in sweat, and not only my own, but I didn't feel like stopping this time. Now I had reached that strange point that I always got to when I was at raves. The point where I felt like I was almost one with the music, and the massive groups of people.
I guess I'm just weird.

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: What's wrong? Everyone fallen asleep?

 

[yYnot]

<OOC: I think everyone is shy. I mean, has anyone even interracted with another player yet?>

Beth

Wow, I got lost there for awhile. I snap out of it when the music slows briefly. My heart is still pounding, and my breathing ragged - although, I'm not sure if it's from the dancing or the fact that I was an inch away from an orgasm moments earlier (all without anyone even touching me).

My mouth has gotten a little cottony. I stop dancing and start trying to make my way through the throng of people towards the bar.

The music is nice and I start moving with it even as I make my way though the crowd. Unluckily for me, drugs dancing and walking don't go that wall together, and soon I'm stumbling forward with a meeting with the floor in my near future.

Oops... then I stop. Arms - running underneath mine and supporting me. I must have fell right into them.

"Hey, thanks."

I straighten myself back up and find myself looking directly into some stranger's deep blue eyes.

"You saved me, that's really sweet."

I give him one of those long, full body-to-body hugs that you only seem to give people when you are either really high or really horny. In this case, I'm both. I press myself close and almost purr as I feel my breasts mash flat against his chest. I swear I can feel his heartbeat as strong as the music, all the way down to my toes.

Mmmm... I got lost there for a minute again. Tonight is going to be another one of those nights. But, I'm back now, and I remember my mission - water.

"Hey hero, thanks again."

I lean back into the hug long enough to give him a peck on the cheek, and then I break away, again heading to the bar.

"I won't be long, hun. Maybe we can have a dance when I get back."

I keep looking back, stretching my arm behind me until he's too far away, trying to prolong the contact as long as possible.

 

[Dark Warrior]

I looked back at the woman... had she called me "hero"? Geez, she must be high... and the way she was stumbling around like that, well, that just sealed it. I turned back to the group of people, making my way into the crowd. However, I very soon found myself once more near the girl I had seen earlier... she sure did stand out in the crowd, I'll grant her that... short, but she left an impression. And now, here she was, regarding me with her playful brown eyes.
"Oh, hey again!" She yelled. Or something like that. Her voice was a little slurred, and the music sure was loud. Hell, she might have said anything.
"Hey!" I yelled back, regarding her. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. Whilst she was larger in weight than many of the other girls, she seemed to have something... what was it?... which called me. I had never had a model like her, but she seemed the sort that would go for my kind of art. Or maybe she would like something a bit more... intimate. I'd go for that.
"Tell me, would you like to go somewhere to speak... in private?" I yelled, reaching out and touching her arm. Hopefully she could comprehend what I was saying.

 

[yYnot]

Beth

<raising her voice to be heard over the music> Alone? Around here? Would you settle for quiet? Or, at least, quieter? I think there's a chill-out room in the back. If you want to talk, we should be able to hear outselves think back there.

<she grabs his hand ready to lead him back>

You up for it?

 

[Dark Warrior]

Steve

"Let's go!" I yelled over the music, and before I knew it she had led me out back. The room was dark and quiet, though the music could still be heard in the background. The room was dotted with a few people, making out or talking in hushed voices.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, reaching out and taking one hand in mine.
"Beth." She replied. I don't think she had even noticed the contact. Now that we were away from the noise, I could hear the extent of her slurring... and it was worse than I had expected.
"I'm Steve. What are you doing in a place like this?" I asked, speaking slowly and clearly in the hope she could understand me.

 

[yYnot]

Beth

"What am I doing in a place like this?"

These... <she flings her arms out and starts spinning> ...are *my* people. <she completed a turn and a half while moving forward into the room, flinging herself into the center seat of a very ragged couch. The couch bumps against the wall, surprising the zoned out blonde kid sitting on one end of the couch.>

It's ok honey... <she strokes the back of the kid's head like he was her pet, or something, and he goes back to what he was doing, leaning sideways over the arm of the couch doing something to a girl sitting on the floor>

<when she landed on the couch, her hips were kind of high against the back, and after having slipped into a more natural position, her dress is pulled up a little higher, making the slits runup to her waist, and the front be nothing more than a little drape barely covering her lap. Her posture is one of total relaxation, slouched down, her legs high and appart because of how low the couch is to the ground. >

<She pats the couch cushion beside her.> Have a seat, Hun.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Steve

I sat down next to her. She was sounding very drugged up now; not only her slurred speech, but the actual content of her speech.
But, she seemed to be understanding what was going on around her, so that was a good sign.
I looked into her big, brown eyes, and I just about sink in them. I glance at the couple at the other end of the lounge; but my gaze soon comes back to Beth.
"So, Beth," I began, placing one hand on her thigh, "what can your "hero" do for you?" I said with a grin. Now I was feeling really horny, and I needed some release; I don't know why she was making me feel this way.

 

[yYnot]

I turn slightly towards him, and, with both of my hands I take one of his and bring it up to the side of my neck.

"Mmmm... my skin is sooo tingly now."

I run his hand down my neck, across the edge of my collarbone, and over my shoulder on the other side.

"I bet you have wonderful hands. I would just love a backrub right now, and who knows where your hands might accidentally go."

Leaving his hand where it is, I turn away from him, moving into a position sitting sideways, indian-style on the couch. I circle my head once, enjoying the feel of my muscles stretching, finishing with my head hanging loose in from of me. I hate it when things get in the way of a good backrub, so I slip the thin straps off of my shoulders, letting them hang loose at the sides of my arms. and slipping my dress as far down as is safe, to give him as much access as I can. I'm looking down at myself, and somehow, even without the straps my dress is keeping me covered - I must have worn my magic dress tonight.

"What are you waiting for, Hon?"

 

[jyll_26]

please allow me to introduce myself ...

OOC: I've been out of town ... sorry. Things sure have gotten interesting in my absence though.

IC: Chloe's head was in her lap.
The coke was sorted into two parallel lines of fine white powder on top of a small hand mirror balanced on Chloe's knees and her face almost touched its reflection as she snorted the dust.
"Damn. damn. DAMN," she said to herself, putting each of her hands against the cool metal walls of the bathroom stall.

---

"Hey, Liz are you in here," Chloe called out as she stepped into the rave's chill-room. A small fan oscillated in a corner and the cool breeze blew over her skin, making her nipples stand out against the tight fabric of her short red dress.
This room was mute compared to the whirlwind of dancing lights and sound outside. Boys and girls, in various stages of undress and touch, were engaged in conversation. Chloe found her way over to an oversized plush leather loveseat and sat down. A young black man faced a wall on one side of the room, seemingly humping the darkness.
The swish of pale blond hair and a woman's throaty moan told Chloe that the man was not alone, but behind a girl, taking her from behind in the shadowy darkness of the chill-room.
Chloe closed her eyes.
On the floor near her feet, a round-faced brunette was sucking the cock of a gangly 18-year-old boy with blue-dyed hair laying prone on the carpet.
Across from Chloe, a man was giving a girl a massage.
Chloe fished in her purse for a cigarette. Unable to find one, she looked down to ask the couple on the floor for a smoke - then she thought better of it.
"Do either of you have fag," Chloe asked the cute girl getting a massage.

 

[jyll_26]

last night a dj saved my life ...

OOC:Just wanted to let folks know that this narrative is still very open. Liz, Chloe's best mate, is up for grabs if anybody wants. You can read back in the posts for some personality stuff. More boys would be nice too ... of course Chloe has been known to play both sides - particularly when she is rolling.

Enjoy

 

[Dark Warrior]

I let my hands do the talking, letting my fingers brush across her skin before kneading them in a massage. I leant forward, resting my chin on her shoulder.
"You know, there's something about you, baby... I can't quite pick it but. What is it that you've done to make me this hot?" I whispered into her ear, leaning over just a little further so I could give her a peck on the cheek, and then another, and then again, kissing my way down to her shoulder.
"Well?" I said, moving up to her ear again.