The Club De Sade

[yeishia]

He nods. The drink is half-gone on the next pull, a long one that helps drown some of the crowd's noise and sharpen his focus on her. She speaks softly. Gently. The tenderness and hesitations typical. But different now. She seems stronger. More confident. Her eyes find his with more frequency, allow him small moments where their color swallows the hazel of his own.

"I do. I'd play for you but it requires a bit of set-up." The drum-set isn't his only outlet. There are others. But more than those, more than the piano, the drums are his in a way the others cannot be. "And the drums aren't much for most people on their own."

Small talk. He reaches, not impatiently but purposefully, and takes hold of a slender ankle. The intent is to draw her small foot onto his bent knee, let it lay there so his fingers can play across her ankle and calf with a lazy caress. His fingers are rough, tips marred with callouses and a few wearing scars of work and a few ill-fated moments in his athletic career.

But they have tenderness. They graze, they don't maul, their way along silken skin and the lean muscle of her calf before curling over the delicate turn of her ankle.

One word stood out...... drums. My eyes widen in delight and unconsciously I lean toward him . "Once someone wrote a song for me, Free Spirit Dancing ,That was before......" My eyes clouded but I banished the memory instantly refusing to allow it to cloud this moment. " I danced to it accompanied by percussion and the melody of his voice.

As I had spoken he had taken possession of my ankle and as my voice trailed off I watched mesmerized as he laid it across his knee and began to gently caress its softness. I knew I should have pulled it back but his touch awoke long forgotten sensations. I raised my eyes to his and smiled bewildered, before with out thought I placed my finger tips on top of his as they moved across my flesh.

Soft upon hard, I closed my eyes and simply allowed myself to feel what he was feeling as my hand followed his.

My head fell slightly backwards spilling my hair, a soft caress to the middle of my back and I sighed softly my lips parting slightly enjoying his sensual touch, no words were needed......

I am thinking that I would really like to dance the rumba with this exquisite man.

 

[Light Ice]

One word stood out...... drums. My eyes widen in delight and unconsciously I lean toward him . "Once someone wrote a song for me, Free Spirit Dancing ,That was before......" My eyes clouded but I banished the memory instantly refusing to allow it to cloud this moment. " I danced to it accompanied by percussion and the melody of his voice.

As I had spoken he had taken possession of my ankle and as my voice trailed off I watched mesmerized as he laid it across his knee and began to gently caress its softness. I knew I should have pulled it back but his touch awoke long forgotten sensations. I raised my eyes to his and smiled bewildered, before with out thought I placed my finger tips on top of his as they moved across my flesh.

Soft upon hard, I closed my eyes and simply allowed myself to feel what he was feeling as my hand followed his.

My head fell slightly backwards spilling my hair, a soft caress to the middle of my back and I sighed softly my lips parting slightly enjoying our silent conversation, no words were needed......

Such a delicate little limb, utterly feminine. A bold contrast to the thick, corded stretch of my own. I marvel in that distinction, in how different and how soft she feels. Not my first woman, but a marvel all the same. It's an indulgence of mine, that contrast, that defines so much about how I take and give in these small, potent moments.

I lift her leg. It's a lewd thing to do, draw it up until her little foot glides along my hip and all at once her ankles are parted by my middle. Strong hands. I've always had such strong hands. They each claim a lean limb and slide upwards now, finding coltish thighs, pulling her until the flawless round of her bottom would settle upon my lap and my hips would lock us suddenly, potently together.

Not entirely impatient. Not just yet. My hands bridge together at the small of her back, cradling her against me. This time, if she doesn't slip away, her eyes have little recourse but hold to my own.

The Highball stands forgotten on the dark-wood bar, a ring of condensation spreading around the base of the glass and catching some of the light.

"If I get the gig, what songs would you want to hear?"

 

[yeishia]

Such a delicate little limb, utterly feminine. A bold contrast to the thick, corded stretch of my own. I marvel in that distinction, in how different and how soft she feels. Not my first woman, but a marvel all the same. It's an indulgence of mine, that contrast, that defines so much about how I take and give in these small, potent moments.

I lift her leg. It's a lewd thing to do, draw it up until her little foot glides along my hip and all at once her ankles are parted by my middle. Strong hands. I've always had such strong hands. They each claim a lean limb and slide upwards now, finding coltish thighs, pulling her until the flawless round of her bottom would settle upon my lap and my hips would lock us suddenly, potently together.

Not entirely impatient. Not just yet. My hands bridge together at the small of her back, cradling her against me. This time, if she doesn't slip away, her eyes have little recourse but hold to my own.

The Highball stands forgotten on the dark-wood bar, a ring of condensation spreading around the base of the glass and catching some of the light.

"If I get the gig, what songs would you want to hear?"

Hard to describe, it is like a moment lost to time itself. I am not thinking, second guessing, worrying about whom might see, might judge me. I am drawn along on the waves of pure sensation this feels right! I barely notice that I am now seated on his lap guided there unresisting by his firm touch. A touch not to be feared but rather one that had me feeling safe. So here I was feeling the masculine heat of his muscular thighs, as my soft bottom molded to their potent form.

A single second of panic as he clasped his strong hands around my tiny waist and held me captive, my hands splayed across his chest and our eyes locked. A moment frozen …..should I flee, could I stay? I could feel my heart pounding almost out of my chest as I began to drown in the intensity of his heated gaze. His eyes twin mirrors of my own I could actually see mine changing from hazel into the purest green, as they widened and dilated.

What would I like to hear? the timber of his voice was tying me in tiny knots and I knew it mattered not what he would sing, I should be lost in the pure sensation of it.

“Something romantic, dreamy, something I could loose myself in they way I am now please.” Did I just say that? Yes it was me instead of worrying he would think me forward, I slipped my arms around his back and rested my head in the crook of his neck, mere inches away from his ear lobe.

I couldn’t help myself, I softly kissed the sensitive flesh that beckoned me, he smelled like the earth after a cleansing rainfall, he tasted simply divine.

 

[Light Ice]

Achilles' heel. My ears. The tremor of sensation arced through my body as sharply, as tangibly, as an impact. Beneath her my body tensed, hard planes of muscle contracting to exaggerate that tactile difference between us. Hard and soft. The length of my cock steadily growing under her, pulsing hotly now as her lips beckoned me past reason and politesse and towards the primal.

Intimately, my hands unbound themselves to glide along the lean shape of her back. I could feel warmth beneath my fingers, pliant wilingness. My eyes closed and I saw the valleys that framed the arch of her spine and the gentle turn of her shoulders. My hands communicated well. Broken. Battered. They had somehow retained their dexterity. They never failed me.

I wouldn't fail her.

The request was filed away. Stored. The reply that I could have made smothered by the sweetness of her skin against my mouth as I turned my face into her throat and claimed it. Light. Easy still. The slight space between us crushed away as I tightened our embrace and demanded more of her heat and more of that lovely, seductive softness.

Kisses. I gave them back. Light plays of my mouth along the gentle column of her neckline. She wanted to melt away? I did, too. But there'd be a time for music later.

These moments were the ones that inspired songs.

 

[MaskofSand]

*Peers into the club shyly from the doorway, debating entering. I know vaguely about most of the people in here... Hesitantly, trying to keep to my shadows of the wall demeanor, sneaking in and past the others, settling into a corner spot on the floor. The slightly simple black dress offers a bit of modesty, a pair of green heels offering some color. Upon my face rests one of my more subtle black masks, my hazel and gold eyes peering out at the people around me. I can't help but smirk at the gathering groups, my hands resting in my lap as my legs curl up beside me, trying to keep the little dress from riding too much.*

I can't stay hidden in my castle all the time... What if the tide were to wash it away? Need to be more sociable.

 

[yeishia]

Achilles' heel. My ears. The tremor of sensation arced through my body as sharply, as tangibly, as an impact. Beneath her my body tensed, hard planes of muscle contracting to exaggerate that tactile difference between us. Hard and soft. The length of my cock steadily growing under her, pulsing hotly now as her lips beckoned me past reason and politesse and towards the primal.

Intimately, my hands unbound themselves to glide along the lean shape of her back. I could feel warmth beneath my fingers, pliant wilingness. My eyes closed and I saw the valleys that framed the arch of her spine and the gentle turn of her shoulders. My hands communicated well. Broken. Battered. They had somehow retained their dexterity. They never failed me.

I wouldn't fail her.

The request was filed away. Stored. The reply that I could have made smothered by the sweetness of her skin against my mouth as I turned my face into her throat and claimed it. Light. Easy still. The slight space between us crushed away as I tightened our embrace and demanded more of her heat and more of that lovely, seductive softness.

Kisses. I gave them back. Light plays of my mouth along the gentle column of her neckline. She wanted to melt away? I did, too. But there's be a time for music later.

These moments were the ones that inspired songs.

He was like quicksilver unleashed in small potent doses, the feel of his hard length coming alive, teasing the very center of my primal core was pure unadulterated bliss to my senses. I had the power to bring him to this with just the smallest of touches. It frightened and delighted me all at the same time.

I felt him mold me to him as if he were sculpting us as one with his deft capable hands. I was a more than willing medium loving the way my flesh felt beneath his fingertips. It was as if my clothing had disappeared and our merging flesh was nude as if we were being reborn. I knew instinctively that he wouldn’t fail me, I hoped that I could please this care worn man bring him some small, measure of relief, help free him from our earthly confines.

Such sweet sensations, small butterfly kisses, small tastes, tiny nips and licks, almost as if a confection was melting away bringing new sensations as each layer was revealed.

My lips his lips our lips…pure perfection!

It was almost as if our thought were one in these small moments, moments that did indeed inspire song.

“Do not stop please, hold me closer,” I murmured into the corner of his sensual lips. As if on cue he brought me closer still and where I stopped be began and we were one soul one body.

If this were a dream I never wanted to awaken!


I was so caught up in the moment I had not noticed the girl who seemed even shyer than I hovering in the doorway momentarily before disappearing amongst the other patrons.

 

[Light Ice]

My hands were bold. They roamed, slipped about her hips, felt places where they could sink down and anchor her. In my mind I could imagine her bent under me, mewling soft sweet cries as I drove into her. These hands, these strong hands, keeping her from escaping. The sweet give and take of sex. The hard, slick, liquid beat of romance.

But they didn't slink down, didn't take hold. They passed up, along her lean belly, thumbs stretching as I smoothed my way up her torso so that their heavy pads could brush over the swell of her breasts. Nipples, tightening beneath the fabric, sprung against my touch. I could have indulged in them, in her, but for the others. Miling about, people, brushing near. So the affection remained a passing hint before my hands finally took her cheeks, cradled them in my palms, and those devious thumbs softened to brush her hair off her face and tuck it behind her ears.

So I could kiss her. Drink her up. Feel the soft shape of her mouth against mine and the gentle, nimble twist of her tongue when the velvet swipe of my own came to meet it.

 

[yeishia]

He hands seemed to be in all places at once as they explored the valley and planes of the liquid female on his lap. I had long since melted and if not for his embrace would have flowed of his lap and onto the floor. A fanciful notion but just in case I pushed closer still into the hard male essence of him. The ebb and flow of our shared passion was intoxicating yet I was grateful that he chose not to push me further in this crowded place, I would willingly have followed his lead but selfishly wanted to feel every naked inch of him were we to take it up a notch.

When he took my face between his calloused palms tucking my hair behind my ears as if I were but a child, to my surprise the passion that had been simmering just below the surface of my skin, exploded. I bit down on my lower lip to keep from screaming out his name as I tottered on the brink of sheer oblivion. His mouth descended on mine and the sound was lost as it skittered between and around our dancing tongues, a testament to how he made me feel.

This unexpected orgasm had caught me unawares and small tears of joy fell unheeded from my beautiful eyes as I floated on the crest of the beautiful gift this man had given me while cosseted in his strong arms.

He drank me up, I drank him up as my whole body celebrated the small death I was embracing in that very moment!

 

[DarkEmpress]

Stepping into the Club De Sade, a soft smile adorns my lips as I shrug out of my cape and leave it with the attendants at the door. Veroe’s invitation I had just received and decided to come and see for myself.

It feels like home.

Dressed in a midnight black halter neck dress that leaves my shoulders and back bare, my hair swept up into an elegant chignon with little tendrils of glossy raven hair spiraling down my temple and neck. High heels click across the floor as I make my way to the bar, ordering my usual Merlot.

Turning, ice blue eyes survey the room, watching the exotic display of Light Ice and Yeishia trapped in each other’s arms. Tilting my glass slightly, I greet Yeishia, before taking a sip ... quite content to watch.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

wanders in, her favorite pair of jeans, riding low on her hips, slightly baggy...a pretty green bodysuit as a top, legband showing a delicious patch of skin above jeans, and a white sheer silk shirt, unbuttoned, bright red 3" pumps

 

[Light Ice]

I held her. Aware, on some level, that I'd given her something she'd needed. Uncertain, however, just what it was. The writhing, trembling woman in my arms sagged into me, softened her kiss as those cries subsided to soft, sated whimpers. My prick was hard. Demanding. The thick, hard length of it stretching lewdly down the leg of my jeans. In my mind I could imagine dragging her off, pulling her by her tiny hand while her legs wobbled to keep up.

But restraint won out. A hard lesson learned throughout my teenage years. Sometimes being a man wasn't about taking. Sometimes it was about giving.

Our lips broke. The sweetness of her still chasing its way through my senses. I wanted more but settled for her brow, kissing the delicate arch of it. Smoothing her tears away under my thumbs.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

wandering to the bar...taking a seat not-too-close-not-too-far-away from the other woman...ordering a shot of jagermeister, and one of stoli...sipping the vodka, eyes wandering the room

 

[yeishia]

Stepping into the Club De Sade, a soft smile adorns my lips as I shrug out of my cape and leave it with the attendants at the door. Veroe’s invitation I had just received and decided to come and see for myself.

It feels like home.

Dressed in a midnight black halter neck dress that leaves my shoulders and back bare, my hair swept up into an elegant chignon with little tendrils of glossy raven hair spiraling down my temple and neck. High heels click across the floor as I make my way to the bar, ordering my usual Merlot.

Turning, ice blue eyes survey the room, watching the exotic display of Light Ice and Yeishia trapped in each other’s arms. Tilting my glass slightly, I greet Yeishia, before taking a sip ... quite content to watch.

Vaguely somewhere in the far of recesses of my fevered brain, I recognize that Dee has entered, it was more her delicious signature smell wafting ahead of her that alerted me more than anything else.

I know that she will understand and forgive me for not rushing to her side just this moment.

 

[Veroe]

I return from unavoidable erands to find the club currently having customers.

good afternoon everyone. Glad to see you here again Yeishia, Vail. LI, Dee, welcome things are a bit slow right now, but I imagine they'll pick soon enough.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Nods and smiles to Veroe

 

[yeishia]

I held her. Aware, on some level, that I'd given her something she'd needed. Uncertain, however, just what it was. The writhing, trembling woman in my arms sagged into me, softened her kiss as those cries subsided to soft, sated whimpers. My prick was hard. Demanding. The thick, hard length of it stretching lewdly down the leg of my jeans. In my mind I could imagine dragging her off, pulling her by her tiny hand while her legs wobbled to keep up.

But restraint won out. A hard lesson learned throughout my teenage years. Sometimes being a man wasn't about taking. Sometimes it was about giving.

Our lips broke. The sweetness of her still chasing its way through my senses. I wanted more but settled for her brow, kissing the delicate arch of it. Smoothing her tears away under my thumbs.

As our lips broke apart I took in a huge gulp of air and smiled, the sunshine I could not contain lighting up my entire face as I looked at him once more.

"Thank you" I whispered softly running a small finger along the length of his lower lip as he wiped away my tears, his gentleness belaying the sheer size of him.

I tilted my head to once side wondering if he would understand my need to please him in the manner he had pleased me, but unsure of how to tell him.

Instead I whispered very quietly, "Serendipity soon?"

I knew I should offer to refill his drink but at this moment I could not move a single muscle content to stay exactly where I was............

 

[Erlind]

I wander into the club for the first time, admiring the décor, seemingly ignorant of the people for a moment. Slowly I pick my way across the club and find a nice comfortable place where I can stretch out a bit. The rest of the club is surprisingly visible from the spot I find. I put up my feet and vaguely wish I was a more of a social creature than I have been of late, but still I smile as the survey the activity.

 

[Light Ice]

As our lips broke apart I took in a huge gulp of air and smiled, the sunshine I could not contain lighting up my entire face as I looked at him once more.

"Thank you" I whispered softly running a small finger along the length of his lower lip as he wiped away my tears, his gentleness belaying the sheer size of him.

I tilted my head to once side wondering if he would understand my need to please him in the manner he had pleased me, but unsure of how to tell him.

Instead I whispered very quietly, "Serendipity soon?"

I knew I should offer to refill his drink but at this moment I could not move a single muscle content to stay exactly where I was............

"Very soon."

Drink? Did I have a drink? Forgotten, it remained at the bar behind her. The glass was still sweating beads of condensation. Veroe was in. Dee. But they didn't seem to mind that I was tending to the delicate little waif on my lap. I wanted her but it could wait. Instead, I pressed my palm to the hollow of her spine, inviting her to stay contently where she was.

Still. I couldn't help but repay the affection that started it all. My teeth grazed her ear.

 

[DarkEmpress]

My eyes catch Vail, as she takes a seat at the bar.

“Evening,” I say, giving her a curious raised eyebrow, her decision of seating a bit of a mystery.

“How is everyone this fine evening?” I ask as I take a sip of my wine, the erotic display of LI and Yeishia like an electric charge to the air.

 

[yeishia]

"Very soon."

Drink? Did I have a drink? Forgotten, it remained at the bar behind her. The glass was still sweating beads of condensation. Veroe was in. Dee. But they didn't seem to mind that I was tending to the delicate little waif on my lap. I wanted her but it could wait. Instead, I pressed my palm to the hollow of her spine, inviting her to stay contently where she was.

Still. I couldn't help but repay the affection that started it all. My teeth grazed her ear.

My unspoken question answered as his hand invited me to stay just where I was. His teeth grazing my sensitive ear lobe almost have my fever rising once gain, instead I deepen my breath and snuggle comfortably against his broad chest drinking in the pure male scent of him , content to listen and observe those around me.

It is then that I finally smile at my friends Trevor and Dee.

OOC: I have to tend to real life for a while. please do not drop me if you need to get up Light Ice

 

[Leopald]

Slides up to the bar silently, and orders himself two glasses of whiskey, the first he downs as it appears, and the second is savored and sipped. He glances around, familiar and unfamiliar faces in view as he rubs his scruffy chin thoughtfully. Another sip of the room temp liquid as it burns down his throat, and he slumps into a chair, crossing his legs casually and straightening out his pant leg.

A heavy sigh, and he props an elbow on the rest and sinks back further into the plush chair.

 

[yeishia]

"Very soon."

Drink? Did I have a drink? Forgotten, it remained at the bar behind her. The glass was still sweating beads of condensation. Veroe was in. Dee. But they didn't seem to mind that I was tending to the delicate little waif on my lap. I wanted her but it could wait. Instead, I pressed my palm to the hollow of her spine, inviting her to stay contently where she was.

Still. I couldn't help but repay the affection that started it all. My teeth grazed her ear.

His hand answered my unspoken question that I might stay. As his teeth grazed my sensitive ear the fever started once again, taking a deep breath I quelled it snuggling instead into the broad expanse of his chest enjoying the pure masculine scent that was his alone.

It was then I smiled across at my friends Trevor and Deem nodding briefly to Vail. I was content to watch the goings on around me from what I now considered to be perhaps the best seat in the house.

OOC: Please forgive me but I need to tend to real life issues for a while. Light Ice please do not drop me should you need to stand or leave.

 

[Leopald]

Slides up to the bar silently, and orders himself two glasses of whiskey, the first he downs as it appears, and the second is savored and sipped. He glances around, familiar and unfamiliar faces in view as he rubs his scruffy chin thoughtfully. Another sip of the room temp liquid as it burns down his throat, and he slumps into a chair, crossing his legs casually and straightening out his pant leg.

A heavy sigh, and he props an elbow on the rest and sinks back further into the plush chair.

 

[yeishia]

"Very soon."

Drink? Did I have a drink? Forgotten, it remained at the bar behind her. The glass was still sweating beads of condensation. Veroe was in. Dee. But they didn't seem to mind that I was tending to the delicate little waif on my lap. I wanted her but it could wait. Instead, I pressed my palm to the hollow of her spine, inviting her to stay contently where she was.

Still. I couldn't help but repay the affection that started it all. My teeth grazed her ear.

His hand answered my unspoken question that I might stay. As his teeth grazed my sensitive ear the fever started once again, taking a deep breath I quelled it snuggling instead into the broad expanse of his chest enjoying the pure masculine scent that was his alone.

It was then I smiled across at my friends Trevor and Deem nodding briefly to Vail. I was content to watch the goings on around me from what I now considered to be perhaps the best seat in the house.

OOC: Please forgive me but I need to tend to real life issues for a while. Light Ice please do not drop me should you need to stand or leave.

 

[babygurll1968]

*walks quietly back into the club and slides onto a stool close to the bar,ordering a jack and coke,sipping on it she looks around her.

Good evening,everyone."