The Club De Sade

[Vail_Indigo]

we wait too long between these times
so long we can't control ourselves
I want to tease her
deny her
make her need to cum so badly she can't speak
but I need her to cum as badly as she does

my tongue and fingers switch, wet fingertips rubbing over her clit, my mouth and tongue feeding on her, in her

I want her cum, to drink it all in, to own her orgasm

my free hand reaches up to grab one of hers, and take her over the edge

and I feed, liquid desire running onto my tongue, into my mouth
my moans muffled, hidden by the wet sounds as I demand more and more of her

her taste is manna and I will not let us go this long without again

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Fuck me.



I lay breathless and spent on the barstool. Legs flung wide, the grin on my face matches hers. One hand caresses her cheek.

I love you.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

looking up into her eyes...a rush of that closeness returning...that tiny gap that was between us bridged...I'm smiling

damn right you do

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Tugs her to stand, resting my head against hers, not covering myself up, just happy to have her close. A private moment between us, in a crowded room.

You amaze me.

A soft kiss.

Can I get dressed now?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

holding her, laughing softly
you get dressed, its only gonna make me want to undress you
smiles
but its probably for the best...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Pull my dress up and smooth it all in place.
Her hand in mine and the crowd parts with whispers and stares.
But I don't care.

Cause she's mine and I'm hers and they can all suck an ovary.

A wink over my shoulder at the stunned masses and we are gone... for now...

 

[Veroe]

The elevator doors open and I enter my club attaining a glass of Iced Tea as I sit to spend the lazy sunday evening here in the creation of my heart.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

wanders in...pink mini dress, white hose and CFM heels...dangerous candy

taking a seat at the bar, ordering a shot of Jager and one of Stoli

 

[Veroe]

Hello, Vail. How are you this evening?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Evening, Veroe, just hanging out, making lunches for the week, things like that.

 

[Veroe]

Yeah, I was supposed to have spent some time with Fuck Fantasy here, but RL kept me from my computer and I'm afraid she may think I stood her up.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I wouldn't worry. She knows what it means to have the real world prevent you from your VT persuits

 

[Veroe]

Thanks, I needed that.

Well, since I'm here I guess I'll try and work on some of my posts that are still owed.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Good god, man, get to work!

 

[Light Ice]

Again, here we are. Invading the club's stage. The sticks in my hand are a comfort, a small sliver of grounding against the press of the crowd around us and the buzz from my Gin and Tonics. I've had too many. Not to perform, mind, but to be comfortable. The strange place between intoxicated and sober. It used to be pleasant, lingering here. No longer.

My mouth is dry. I wet it with water. Aware, somehow, that this song is going to rip something from me.

I'm aware because I need to pour myself out somehow, need to shake the feelings free from my gut where they've twisted me up. The knots are a wanton, restless ache. Unshakable. I reach and adjust the microphone, poised over my kit so that I can deliver what is, I hope, my only song of the night.

The drums start. I'm leading them. The music is carrying me. I've found the place where my heart ends and the art begins. Tilting my head, dressed in jeans and a typical long-sleeve T, I begin to give to the audience the entirety of what I can manage in an offer.

Virgil Cane is my name...

 

[Veroe]

The elevator doors open and I hear the music, the soulful leading moments like the rollercoaster cranking up that first hill before the ride truly begins.

I cross to the bar and take my customary glass of iced tea. I raise it to acknowledge LI, or Virgil as the song rises in volume and intensity.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Walking into the Club De Sade, I make my way to the bar and order a Merlot. The glass is placed before me within seconds. Lifting the delicate stem between my fingers, I roll the deep amber liquid, the scent of oak hinted with a tinge of berries filling my senses.

Taking a sip, I make my way to the grand piano, placing the glass atop its smooth black lacquered surface. Taking a seat, my fingers trail across the chords before they find their way across the black and white keys to a soulful ballad.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

the soft clicking of heels

 

[DarkEmpress]

Hello Vail, I say, giving her a warm smile across my shoulder as my fingers dance across the chords.

How are you today?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

smiling as the waitress brings me a martini, a fitting drink

Hello Darkness, will you be entertaining me with some music?

 

[DarkEmpress]

I can't help the little smile that tugs at my lips at her name for me.

I like it, I say as I swivel around on the chair, sipping my wine.

I was giving free reign to my creative side, I say, gesturing to the piano. Great company is always a step up, tilting my glass in a silent cheer to her, before taking another sip.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

grinning
Had I only known, I would have worn something more appropriate.
Long, slightly sparkly, slit high up one side, satin gloves, hair that barely moves, and elegant shoes with improbably high heels.
laughing softly
Of course, it would help if I could sing, but at least I could look the part.

 

[DarkEmpress]

I try to imagine her in the outfit she describes, my finger idly tracing along my glass.

Aaah, now that is quite a fetching picture you paint Vail, sure you're not an artist? I tease, smiling at her wickedly.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

does a little pirouette on not-quite-so-improbable heels
No, no, I just love words. As I tell people, I'm in a love affair with language.
grins
Luckily, its sort of a polyamorous kind of thing. Otherwise that just gets creepy.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Soft laughter fall from my lips as I smile into her eyes.

True, just imagine the steamy threesome you could have with poetry

Lame I know, takes another sip, relaxing against the piano.