Last Night - Chapter II
As we're rising in the elevator, quickly approaching the top floor, I'm watching the numbers climb -45-46-47... The red head turns to my husband as says "do you dance?" "Not usually," he retorts, a bit tipsy, "but tonight will be different..."
"Yes, it will be" she ensures, as her gaze drills deeply into his. I take notice of the stare, it is recognizable; as she has once looked at me that way.
The elevator slows as we arrive at floor 69 "That's not coincidence is it? The floor being 69..Is it?" Their stare was broken and her attention then turned to me.
"No," she laughed, "not coincidence."
My husband shot a rather devious, yet enticing look in my direction, and raised one eyebrow as if to say does that mean what I think it means?
The doors opened, and we entered a packed nightclub. Music permeated the air, and the environment was stifling. It is dark, lit only partially by black light and strobe; which after the drinks I pounded earlier, really wasn't the best thing.
There were cages on either side of a platform in the middle, with couples in them..So fucking weird, just like you'd see in those movies.
Through the thick clump of bouncing people, I could barely make out that they were women on women in those cages, of course.
Quite confidently the red head grabs my hand, and then husbands; and proceeds to lead us toward the bar on the other side of the platform. I felt lost in the sea of dancing bodies, almost being swallowed by a couple that I swear were fucking right there on the dance floor. Red head grabbed my hand tighter to ensure I would not be lost, as husband looked back over his shoulder to witness the action.
Soon enough we were at the bar. The red head left us to order drinks while we stood against the table positioned near the wall. The music selection changed from one of high-whining mind pelting techo to something quite familiar... I listened closer, it was a song I recognized.
Husband motioned to say something to me, I couldn't hear it, I just nodded.
Red head returned with 3 tall thin glasses; I couldn't make out what they were... But they tasted kind of fruity. Of course by then, being as intoxicated as I was, I couldn't really taste much of anything. Still concentrating on the song, my attention turns toward the dance floor. There, aroused sweaty bodies agitated together smooth and seamless.. Almost as if slathered in lubricant. I swallow my drink and recognize the song; Rough Sex by Lords of Acid, I love this song.
I turn my attention back towards my husband and the red head, only to see them locked in a passionate kiss... I feel shock for a second. But then, strangely enough, my shock was altered into an almost warm excited feeling. Between the music, the drinks, and the hot bitch making out with my husband, everything felt almost surrealistic... I take another drink from the tall glass; still fruity.
The red head opens her eyes, and looks over at me; her lips break from his.. She reaches across the table and plants one on me.. It was warm, wet, and involving; I welcomed it.
"Is it time for your husband to play the game?" Her words echoed in my ear against the backdrop of the throbbing techno beat of the music. I nod, not hesitating at the thought of sharing my husband with her, and her with him. I return another kiss to her as if to seal the the evenings events with approval. Husband looks at us, curious as to what it was we were planning.
I felt a pinnacle of excitement now, almost so turned on I could drop down at that moment, right there and take them both on.
We move to the dance floor; the three of us. My song was still playing and I felt like cutting loose completely, so I begin to gyrate and bounce like I hadn't in a long time. The redhead moves toward me and rests her hands on my hips, moving with me..Inches from my body and face. Our eyes meet and we begin to kiss, husband looks on but is dancing as well, and enjoying it.
I think about pure sex, deep sex... Rough sex.... GO
The music plays on and on, shouting through the dance floor... The crowd goes wild as the strobe starts.
The red head reaches in my bra and dislodges one of my tits from it... She then teases is softly with her tongue as we grind together, sliding up and down each others bodies, grabbing and groping.
I reach to grab her ass, but it was apparent some body else's beats mine to completion.. It was husband; and he is behind my red head, grinding as heavily against her back as I am her front.
She removes her hand from my shirt and swings it back to hang around husbands neck as he mashes his pelvis into her ass. I am now the observer... I dance on, sliding my hand up into her skirt as we move... fumbling at her garterbelt, balancing myself in step.
Red head turns around to face husband, but grabs me to join; now it's her and me against husband... She looks at me, then looks to him for strategy; I know what she has planned. We both move in to husbands neck, then his face, then his mouth. I slide my hand towards his crotch, she does the same... And the music plays on....
Our little group of three was quickly submerged by others doing the same, we continued on...Dancing erotically, grinding and sliding against each other. Before I knew it I was also one of those sweaty lubricated bodies on the dance floor, enjoying my red head... And my sweet husband.
The floor was slippery from dripping perspiration left there to rest by shaking skin. Hair whipped and flew as others danced on jubilantly, passionately feeling the music... Nobody seemed to notice that anyone else was there, almost as if in their own little worlds. The music played on... And we continued to move together, now all of us groping, and kissing, and feeling.
..........................................................................
Three songs and a lot less clothing later, we removed ourselves from the dance floor and attended to our drinks. Our attempt at small conversation was stifled by the deafening music, which had now changed to a selection more irritating in melody than enticing. Looking frustrated the red head motions with her hand for us to follow her as she heads through the crowd, past the bar, and towards a door; toting her drink...
To be continued....
"Yes, it will be" she ensures, as her gaze drills deeply into his. I take notice of the stare, it is recognizable; as she has once looked at me that way.
The elevator slows as we arrive at floor 69 "That's not coincidence is it? The floor being 69..Is it?" Their stare was broken and her attention then turned to me.
"No," she laughed, "not coincidence."
My husband shot a rather devious, yet enticing look in my direction, and raised one eyebrow as if to say does that mean what I think it means?
The doors opened, and we entered a packed nightclub. Music permeated the air, and the environment was stifling. It is dark, lit only partially by black light and strobe; which after the drinks I pounded earlier, really wasn't the best thing.
There were cages on either side of a platform in the middle, with couples in them..So fucking weird, just like you'd see in those movies.Through the thick clump of bouncing people, I could barely make out that they were women on women in those cages, of course.
Quite confidently the red head grabs my hand, and then husbands; and proceeds to lead us toward the bar on the other side of the platform. I felt lost in the sea of dancing bodies, almost being swallowed by a couple that I swear were fucking right there on the dance floor. Red head grabbed my hand tighter to ensure I would not be lost, as husband looked back over his shoulder to witness the action.
Soon enough we were at the bar. The red head left us to order drinks while we stood against the table positioned near the wall. The music selection changed from one of high-whining mind pelting techo to something quite familiar... I listened closer, it was a song I recognized.
Husband motioned to say something to me, I couldn't hear it, I just nodded.
Red head returned with 3 tall thin glasses; I couldn't make out what they were... But they tasted kind of fruity. Of course by then, being as intoxicated as I was, I couldn't really taste much of anything. Still concentrating on the song, my attention turns toward the dance floor. There, aroused sweaty bodies agitated together smooth and seamless.. Almost as if slathered in lubricant. I swallow my drink and recognize the song; Rough Sex by Lords of Acid, I love this song.
I turn my attention back towards my husband and the red head, only to see them locked in a passionate kiss... I feel shock for a second. But then, strangely enough, my shock was altered into an almost warm excited feeling. Between the music, the drinks, and the hot bitch making out with my husband, everything felt almost surrealistic... I take another drink from the tall glass; still fruity.
The red head opens her eyes, and looks over at me; her lips break from his.. She reaches across the table and plants one on me.. It was warm, wet, and involving; I welcomed it.
"Is it time for your husband to play the game?" Her words echoed in my ear against the backdrop of the throbbing techno beat of the music. I nod, not hesitating at the thought of sharing my husband with her, and her with him. I return another kiss to her as if to seal the the evenings events with approval. Husband looks at us, curious as to what it was we were planning.
I felt a pinnacle of excitement now, almost so turned on I could drop down at that moment, right there and take them both on.
We move to the dance floor; the three of us. My song was still playing and I felt like cutting loose completely, so I begin to gyrate and bounce like I hadn't in a long time. The redhead moves toward me and rests her hands on my hips, moving with me..Inches from my body and face. Our eyes meet and we begin to kiss, husband looks on but is dancing as well, and enjoying it.
I think about pure sex, deep sex... Rough sex.... GO
The music plays on and on, shouting through the dance floor... The crowd goes wild as the strobe starts.
The red head reaches in my bra and dislodges one of my tits from it... She then teases is softly with her tongue as we grind together, sliding up and down each others bodies, grabbing and groping.
I reach to grab her ass, but it was apparent some body else's beats mine to completion.. It was husband; and he is behind my red head, grinding as heavily against her back as I am her front.
She removes her hand from my shirt and swings it back to hang around husbands neck as he mashes his pelvis into her ass. I am now the observer... I dance on, sliding my hand up into her skirt as we move... fumbling at her garterbelt, balancing myself in step.
Red head turns around to face husband, but grabs me to join; now it's her and me against husband... She looks at me, then looks to him for strategy; I know what she has planned. We both move in to husbands neck, then his face, then his mouth. I slide my hand towards his crotch, she does the same... And the music plays on....
Our little group of three was quickly submerged by others doing the same, we continued on...Dancing erotically, grinding and sliding against each other. Before I knew it I was also one of those sweaty lubricated bodies on the dance floor, enjoying my red head... And my sweet husband.
The floor was slippery from dripping perspiration left there to rest by shaking skin. Hair whipped and flew as others danced on jubilantly, passionately feeling the music... Nobody seemed to notice that anyone else was there, almost as if in their own little worlds. The music played on... And we continued to move together, now all of us groping, and kissing, and feeling.
..........................................................................
Three songs and a lot less clothing later, we removed ourselves from the dance floor and attended to our drinks. Our attempt at small conversation was stifled by the deafening music, which had now changed to a selection more irritating in melody than enticing. Looking frustrated the red head motions with her hand for us to follow her as she heads through the crowd, past the bar, and towards a door; toting her drink...
To be continued....
posted by Everything Nice at 6:58 PM
2 Comments:
Sure takes me back to 1969, locking my bedroom door and reading Tropic of Cancer by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. And then Delta of Venus by Miller's lover, Anaïs Nin -- instead of completing my algebra assignments.
I was captivated by the raw sensuality and sheer poetry of their words and how they transformed raw human desire into a sensory-rich experience. They'd leave nothing to the imagination while -- amazingly -- allowing my imagination free reign to create an alternate universe where I was there too. Sharing and exploring.
I aspire to be the creator of such a universe. And I believe you do too -- that you're sharing your experiences not to be titillating, but as a vehicle of expression where we can see, feel and touch your emotions.
Porn is everywhere. True erotica is as elusive as a rare bird in the dead of winter. Thanks for letting us search the skies with you.
I had the same distractions in my youth, although I never made it to algebra. I suppose my creative mind did not permit logic at that time in my life. I passed pre-alg with a steady D and left it at that.
You're words are sweet and kind, I appreciate them. I am telling you, a joint effort should be in the works as I am just as impressed with your writing, and anticipate chapter after chapter.
Thanks so much, Ming.
EN
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