Sexual Haven
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darrenfate
Golden Boy
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Kurt
Just as easily as Varly had appeared, the amazon was gone. Incredible woman, whose memory Kurt would never forget. Perhaps they would meet again. He hoped so. Little did he suspect how true that thought would come to be. Varly and he had a date with destiny. But that was in the future.
Kurt checked the time on his gold Rolex. Only 1:00 am. Early. At least by San Francisco clubbing standards that is. Kurt was not ready to call it a night. Not by a longshot.
He stepped outside, and saw the scorpion queen woman burning an unfiltered cigarette in the shadows. The orange glow of the burning end was all the light cast where she stood. How fitting Kurt mused. That woman belonged to the shadows, darkness becomes her. He glared in her direction, and felt the anger he still harbored towards her well up from within. He said aloud -
"Let it go, Kurt let it go. She's not worth it " ...
He turned on his heel and spun back into the club. Time for another adventure. He apprised the women available. Surely someone would catch his eye and hold the look. Or maybe a new one would burst through the door ...
Just as easily as Varly had appeared, the amazon was gone. Incredible woman, whose memory Kurt would never forget. Perhaps they would meet again. He hoped so. Little did he suspect how true that thought would come to be. Varly and he had a date with destiny. But that was in the future.
Kurt checked the time on his gold Rolex. Only 1:00 am. Early. At least by San Francisco clubbing standards that is. Kurt was not ready to call it a night. Not by a longshot.
He stepped outside, and saw the scorpion queen woman burning an unfiltered cigarette in the shadows. The orange glow of the burning end was all the light cast where she stood. How fitting Kurt mused. That woman belonged to the shadows, darkness becomes her. He glared in her direction, and felt the anger he still harbored towards her well up from within. He said aloud -
"Let it go, Kurt let it go. She's not worth it " ...
He turned on his heel and spun back into the club. Time for another adventure. He apprised the women available. Surely someone would catch his eye and hold the look. Or maybe a new one would burst through the door ...
Mistress Jorja
The 8th Deadly Sin
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Jorja
Jorja turned away from Jack with a growl of passionate hate. Their relationship was too intense to deal with for long. Scuffing out the cigarette with the heel of her boot, she shook her head ironically, blowing him a kiss over her shoulder as she followed the lost-looking Kurt inside. She had no doubt he would be patiently waiting on the hood of the ‘stang when she reappeared.
Digging her fingers into the flat of her palms to keep from screaming in frustration, she snapped at the bar tender. Sliding her boots off, she stepped barefoot onto the stage. Letting go of the vocalist’s helpful hand, she smiled provocatively at him.
Squinting out against the smoky haze that hung over the house lights, Jorja wrapped her arms around herself, dragging her fingers outwards over the slits of skin her shirt revealed. Tossing her hair in a move that had been practiced time and time again in front of the mirror, she skirted the edge of the stage and pranced to the other side.
Music flowing through her very veins and she tapped her stockinged feet. Turning to face the wall, she arched her chest against it, sliding down painfully slow until she was kneeling. Mouthing the lyrics along with the lead singer, Jorja caught the eye of the tattooed man, staring her down.
A moody laugh escaped her lips as she gestured for him with a tilt of the head.
Come play…
Jorja turned away from Jack with a growl of passionate hate. Their relationship was too intense to deal with for long. Scuffing out the cigarette with the heel of her boot, she shook her head ironically, blowing him a kiss over her shoulder as she followed the lost-looking Kurt inside. She had no doubt he would be patiently waiting on the hood of the ‘stang when she reappeared.
Digging her fingers into the flat of her palms to keep from screaming in frustration, she snapped at the bar tender. Sliding her boots off, she stepped barefoot onto the stage. Letting go of the vocalist’s helpful hand, she smiled provocatively at him.
Squinting out against the smoky haze that hung over the house lights, Jorja wrapped her arms around herself, dragging her fingers outwards over the slits of skin her shirt revealed. Tossing her hair in a move that had been practiced time and time again in front of the mirror, she skirted the edge of the stage and pranced to the other side.
Music flowing through her very veins and she tapped her stockinged feet. Turning to face the wall, she arched her chest against it, sliding down painfully slow until she was kneeling. Mouthing the lyrics along with the lead singer, Jorja caught the eye of the tattooed man, staring her down.
A moody laugh escaped her lips as she gestured for him with a tilt of the head.
Come play…
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