Strangers....

[mytasteislikecandy]

Vivica

I couldn't believe that my man had cheated on me. What the hell had I done wrong? I'd done everything he possibly could have wanted. I know I'm pretty. I'm bi-racial, black and white, and 22 years old. Standing 5'3 and about 140 lbs, I'm short and thick in all the right places. My ass is perfectly rounded and I have firm 36C's, and my waist is small and my tummy flat. I have caramel colored skin and jet black hair that falls to the middle of my back. Thanks to my white mother, it's perfectly straight, plus I have hazel eyes, which stand out against my medium toned skin. Now, there's more to me than just my looks. I'm a smart lady too. I'm about to graduate with honors, and already have a position locked in with this great design firm in Manhattan. I know how to treat a man as well. I let him live with me when his mom kicked him out, and I cooked and cleaned every day, no matter how tired I was after school and work. So, when I walked in on him and that girl fucking on my couch, I snapped. I kicked them both out, making sure he took all his shit with him when he left. Before he went though, he told me that I was too frigid and too cold in bed for him. I might have been perfect in other areas, but a man needed his woman to be there for him in the bedroom as well as in public too.

I'd never realized that he wasn't satisfied with my lovemaking. Sure, I was into the gentle "hold me, kiss me, cuddle me" kind of sex, but I had thought that was enough for him too. Apparently, after witnessing him and that girl together, I guess not.

Now, here I was, alone and drinking at this club a few miles from my apartment. I was dressed to kill, in a pair of tight black pants that hugged my ass, and a red backless shirt that accentuated my full breasts. My hair was down and I was sipping on an apple martini, trying to look as if I fit in. I'd never been here, and was never much of a club person. But now I wanted something new, something exciting, and something dangerous. Hopefully, this was the place I could find it.


OOC:

I need someone to play my seducer, my new teacher, my first real "fuck". *No pain, or dom/sub stuff though* Just some new techniques, new places, maybe 3somes/group later. Any takers?

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Vivica:

I sipped my drink slowly, trying to look sophisticated even though I was actually nervous as hell. The bartender had checked my id twice, and had even questioned me on it. That's what had started my night, so now I was feeling a bit insecure and young. I was sitting at a table alone, legs crossed, one foot moving in time to the music that the dj was blaring. I watched as the other patrons of the bar danced and mingled with each other. No one approached me at all. Maybe I looked too uptight. I carefully slid my compact from my purse and checked my make up for the third time. After applying more deep red lipstick, I sat up straight, and smiled, trying to pretend I was having a good time. God, why wouldn't someone speak to me?

 

[ferryrider]

Max

I sat there on the barstool sipping my drink, and letting my eyes run around the room ro see who was there. The music played, and people were dancing. I wanted to dance too, but not alone, and i needed a woman to dance with

There at a table was a young woman drinking alone. It looked as though she was waiting for someone, but she might be willing to dance while she waited, so I slid off my stool and walked over to her

"That's a nice song. Would you care to dance with me?". I asked

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Vivica:

I nod, happy that someone has finally approached me. I stand up, smoothing my pants over my hips and follow the man to the dance floor. A nice R & B track is playing and I move up close to him. He actually has a nice rhythm, and as his hands hold onto my hips, I feel myself melting against his body. Maybe I should've stopped after the second martini.

 

[ferryrider]

Max

As we danced, she looked at me and smiled. She was shorter than me, and I smiled down on her. When the song ended she came into my arms and we hugged and she said "Thank you. That was nice."

She started back toward her table and the combo started again this time it was a slow sensuous number, just what I would have ordered. I reached for her hand and pulled her back into my arms, and we swung around the floor again. I asked her if she was waiting for someone and she started to laugh, and then said she was alone.

I looked at her and told her "not anymore, if you like dancing with me", as I bent over and squeezed her hand as we danced to the music.