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Little_Red_Rose
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The lights flashing inside the late-night club used to bug me. I never could stand it all until that night. That one fateful night. There was something in the air or inside of me that just made me want to party all night. I decided to wear the most form fitting clothes in my adequate wardrobe. A tank top that showed a decent amount of cleavage and a pair of tight black jeans. Those pants combined with my top left myself a bit bare above the waistline, where my black silk panties would show, especially as I danced. No one at the club seemed to complain of my clothes, so I thought that I did well.
I must have, to say the least. Because someone's hands kept feeling me up at the dance floor. Sliding down my luscious hips and rubbing my plump ass. I never could stand for such attention, but as I mentioned earlier...that night was different. I began grinding my backside against this figure completely unknown to me. I knew better but I was intrigued.
This unknown assailant then put his hands, rubbing the sides of my DD cup breasts and slid up my soft neck, then upwards some more, playing with my long hair. His boldness though, seemed to have jumped a level as his left hand essentially dug in between my cleavage, feeling up as much as his greedy hands could get. I just sighed into the sexual dance we were having, enjoying the touches and attention.
But as suddenly as he came...he was gone.
I was filled with bitter disappointment. I tried to go on dancing but it just was not the same. I escaped the dance floor, thinking of smoking a cigarette outside. As I lit one up, a man stood closely behind me and whispered:
"What's your name beautiful? And will you come home with me?"
"I'm Alyssa..." I said, now facing the stranger "And...why?"
(I need one dominant man for this story. If you're interested into playing with me, please PM me. Thanks~)