Honey_B
Weaver of Dreams
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- May 21, 2001
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The Lair is a club steeped in legend and mystery. If you have a desire to take a walk on the wild side, come in at your own risk. Upon entering, one is quite taken by the dark beauty of the place. Its walls are swathed with black silk. Candles set in iron candelabras provide light. Low settees in velvet the color of fresh blood provide seating for those wishing to stop and converse before they go below. The wrought-iron spiral staircase near the back leads down to the dungeons. What happens there? Only those who have taken a trip through their darkest fantasies can tell.
The mind-numbing effects of boredom clawed at my consciousness and I felt unsettled. The need to go out on the prowl was strong once again. I spread my legs, causing my black skirt to rise higher on my creamy thighs. My scent thickened the air around the chair where I sat. The night was beckoning and I slipped my fingers between my legs, teasing them into the moist folds, exciting myself for the chase.
It has been some time since I visited The Lair. The club was infamous even amongst the most jaded. One couldn't even walk through its ebony doors without knowing one of its owners intimately and I was always a welcome guest. I abruptly stood up. Time to get ready. I was hungry for fresh meat.
The mind-numbing effects of boredom clawed at my consciousness and I felt unsettled. The need to go out on the prowl was strong once again. I spread my legs, causing my black skirt to rise higher on my creamy thighs. My scent thickened the air around the chair where I sat. The night was beckoning and I slipped my fingers between my legs, teasing them into the moist folds, exciting myself for the chase.
It has been some time since I visited The Lair. The club was infamous even amongst the most jaded. One couldn't even walk through its ebony doors without knowing one of its owners intimately and I was always a welcome guest. I abruptly stood up. Time to get ready. I was hungry for fresh meat.