Smoke filled and loud with pointless chatter desecrating the normality of the night, yet here we are again seeing the same faces hoping for something to introduce a matter of excitement into the breath of life between us that has boring loss overflowing, such as a razor ridden wrist pouring blood onto a tile white floor, the people speak as does blood filling the lines between the tiles…… This is why we are so close. It is nothing more than both seeing into the dark fearing closets most clam they see or feel to intrigue interest keeping you or I near. Each penning it on the sex, but we both know it holds more desire in the pain to come that keeps the tie of our knot.
The Cat This Man Owns
Sitting in the balcony I feel the music, but am more taken by watching the carelessness of others fall onto the sipping matters of liquid courage it seems to take with the weak….. I myself love to take advantage of the people in this state feeding the feline inside, I love to tease all my senses. You are more caring than I. Giving attention and selflessness to stories incising laughter and gravity of your beauty pulling those near. It is your way of hunting for satisfaction. To each his own I think to myself every time I witness your happening. Admitting I allow it upon myself from time to time. I gaze out wanting to dance and play but keep myself near you, as a good girl should. Alone at this table you have pushed to the rail sitting opposite sided from I.
Tonight is different I have seen this before, but now understand the chill I feel when your glances across the smoke seductively filling your lungs reaching for the beer at hand. As I turn to take my attention back to a toy I have been admiring, not entirely in secret, I suffer a fleeting gaze. You are bored. No one here including myself holds weight to the thoughts piercing your mind on a moments starting point. Not fearing your stolen power I become more in devoured by a though growing into action pouncing to the front of my mind. It is time you play, here with me. Watching me hunt and no longer hiding it from your judgment, I stand and walk around the table leaning against your back pressing the beast you love to spill cum all over, running one hand over the top of your right shoulder, around your chest keeping you stiff against me. Gently touching the back of your neck with my fingertips grazing the nails of each across bare skin, I press my lips to your left ear. Supple enough to speak with the warmth of my breath caring the words directly into the only thoughts you can consider.
Simple enough words speed up your chest in beats and hold hard with the breath your thoughts sit upon, “Pick One,” dripping each letter that empowers the words indulging my lust for your question to come. With a exhale and the tense of your neck I feel you try to turn to face me, which I will not allow keeping my lips pressed to your ear, tightening my grip across your chest to lick your ear lobe before my left hand, resting beneath my chin, stiffens harder my thumb nail into the tracing of your hair line to the underside of your collared shirt, speaking again with the same intent, “Pick One” Adding a more determined balance to the tone. Your chest resumes the rhythm from the entirety of the night. Slow and steady raising the man inside, softly I feel your understanding come to clue. With the devilish smile pushing my cheek harder into you with your task at hand searching the dance floor and surrounding tables for a delight you gauge I will be satisfied with. Waiting for the target to be spotted and nearly dripping with hopes it is the mouse I have been watching already. I continue to run my hands lightly over your shoulders. Your leaning forward away from me, pressing harder to the rail only excites my craving that much more. Watching the cigarette burn away and the clutching of the bottle in your hand, I am beginning to tremble now.
Leaning back onto my breast, I am so turned on, with your voice as the words trickle into my ears, I begin to gently cum. In closing my eyes you begin to describe my mark. All in knowing you have done well and will not point out upon the crowd I can enjoy my orgasm at hand. Forgetting that this is not the one I have been watching, and excited that I have not noticed this man even in the club tonight, I open my eyes lean over your shoulder and seek out the unsuspected. Running my hands down your back and pulling both arms under yours reaching with my right to feel the excitement harden though the heavy starch jeans that are straining to keep control, I reach with my left hand into your pocket to slide your truck keys into my grasp and clutching in my right the throbbing nights turn of events.
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