The Club De Sade

Turns to motion for a third shot of Stoli...eyes feral...

Back to my Den, I think....

slams the shot and grins...then a quick aboutface, tapping of heels, whistling sound of leather...a moan...sandalwood and sex...then gone...
 
And there is no hurry.
Soft, warm flesh will be here tomorrow, and the day after
 
Help? voice a low murmur, the whistle of leather that flies and lands, wrapping a bared thigh in red bliss...a sigh...silence...then a slight THWACK...felt on the back...my back...a burn... Mayhap one day...

Eyes training on Ausus, on the fingers that grip her thigh...

No volunteers darlin'. I am not safe, I think. Using the strop over my left shoulder, a stinging sensation...starts to burn...a low moan... Most are not good enough to handle me in this state, on either side of the strop...

lower voice, whisper

and the few that are??? take time...

Nods in silent understanding, waves goodbye to her

blows a kiss to the luscious Nina

Catches the kiss and sends Nina my own. My eyes flashing mischievously to my girl
 
Your palm isn't where that belongs now is it?
licking lips

Presses my lips to my palm then slips from my seat with a knowing smile, saunters to Nina's side

A gift.

Kisses her cheek softly, then returns to my seat next to Her wordlessly, sipping my cosmo
 
stroking her hair, fingernails grazing scalp
That's my obedient little girl now
legs crossing, pump dangling from toes
 
Smiling softly, happy I can do something to bring her pleasure. Silent by her side, for now. Wondering who she will tease mercilessly now.
 
a slow smile crosses my lips with a low giggle

mischievous lil thing....

Thank you both... that was cute.
 
a slow smile crosses my lips with a low giggle

mischievous lil thing....

Thank you both... that was cute.


Thank you, thank you, we'll be here all week.
Please, remember to tip your waitress
 
steady clicking of heels, quick. light....sandalwood, vanilla...a hint of thunder riding the air...

Much better...

wide grin for the ladies before making my way to a dark corner and pulling out my notebook and quill pen...a bottle of sepia ink...dark as rust...a dip...the sound of scratching...like parchment
 
After convinving myself I should step inside, even just to see what lies beyond the entrance, a short black cocktail dress hugs my figure, emphasising my curves, as I head to the bar and order a gin and tonic with lime...casting a shy smile to the other ladies present...
 
grinning
I don't care what decade it is, I don't care what time of year it is, I don't care what time of day it is...
you can never go wrong with a Little Black Dress
 
finger snap, an imperious wave to a server, low voiced request for ice cold Stoli...with a stated..."bring the bottle, please"
 
grinning
I don't care what decade it is, I don't care what time of year it is, I don't care what time of day it is...
you can never go wrong with a Little Black Dress

I couldn't agree more...

sipping my icy cold drink, savouring it's refreshing taste

...glad you like it, wasn't sure what one wears to a club such as this... :eek:
 
Taking that first shot...eyes closed in bliss...refilling my shot glass. Dipping the quill, back to work...laughter, reading Niri's reply...plotting a new one...
 
I couldn't agree more...

sipping my icy cold drink, savouring it's refreshing taste

...glad you like it, wasn't sure what one wears to a club such as this... :eek:



It all depends, I suppose. To make matters worse, there's always the possibility that pretty things will become pretty bits and pieces and no longer clothes.
A shame, really, but what is a girl to do?
 
It all depends, I suppose. To make matters worse, there's always the possibility that pretty things will become pretty bits and pieces and no longer clothes.
A shame, really, but what is a girl to do?

blushing as my eyes meet hers over the rim of my glass, murmuring softly

...a shame indeed...but not the end of the world, by any means...one can always buy a new, prettier dress should...something happen to the first...
 
sipping the bourbon...black wrap skirt and green cami...strappy heels...skirt drapped down, revealing certainly too much thigh

Its all about whether or not the night was worth it, I suppose
 
...and I think that would largely depend on who the night was shared with...

unable to stop my eye moving across her thigh, unaware of how my teeth have caught on my lower lip
 
catching that wandering eye with a smirk that says naughtily 'like what you see'?

And what makes for a good companion for you?
 
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