Strip for me
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carsonshepherd
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CharleyH said:Why don't both of you stip down? I bet I can show you a better time than this fag hag business
LMFAO
Luna_Wolf72
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waiting for more strippers...
Rhys
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Gotta Love second person
Rewritten as:
You stand uncertain in the middle of the hardwood floor in a puddle of light created by the spots above. A subtle shaft of moonlight dances across the floor and I study you. You are frightened but brave and I can almost taste the fear on my tongue. A small shift of your shoulders, the straightening of your back , the sudden defiant lift of you chin tells me that despite your fear, you are ready. You want this, whatever I throw at you. I walk to the bar, bare feet slapping faintly on the floor and settle myself into one of the stools. I pour myself two fingers of scotch into a waiting glass and swirl the amber liquid around in the glass before taking a deep draught. I pause, studying you again, watching your breath come in short puffs. You know I am there, outside the circle of light but I don't think you can discern much about the room itself. You stare in my direction, then blinded by the hot light above you. I light a cigarette and decide to see if you really have the right stuff for this. "Strip" I growl and you almost flinch at my words.
You remove the jean jacket slowly, and toss it in the direction of a nearby chair. I am impressed that you hit the mark....maybe you see more than I think? Doesn't matter. You are staring at me, holding my gaze and I can see the outline of your taut nipples beneath your shirt. This is getting to you. A little exhibitionist then? We'll see. I nod at you, faintly, watching you run your palms down your chest. I grasp the remote and point it at the stereo and some blaring techno anthem plays. Your hips begin to sway with the music and I watch you enter your own world, oblivious to me. Your flexibilty is impressive, and I would say that the only thing my apartment lacks is a pole for you to demonstrate your considerable talents. However, had I wanted an act I would have found one elsewhere. I pour myself another two fingers of scotch and watch as you tiger walk your way through the spotlight, slowly ridding yourself of the tank top, and discarding it on the floor. You roll up suddenly, grasping the hem of the shirt and twirling it away from you. You then begin to slowly, and suggestively unsnap the buttons on your jeans.
Its not so much the action itself, believe me, I have seen more than one boy unbutton his jeans in my lifetime. The expression on your face however is more in keeping with what I like to see. You are aware of me, but you are not. You could be dancing for yourself in front of the mirror in your bedroom, masturbating for all I know. Instead of slack jawed lust I see a wanton hunger, a need to pleasure and be pleasured, and I watch as you pop the buttons on your jeans, cupping your package in your hands and rubbing your thighs with your palms. You rub up to your nipples again, circling them, teasing yourself before drifting down again. You rub your crotch and a soft moan parts your lips, startling you out of your own reverie. You pop the last button and your cock stands at attention, tenting those ridiculous boxers you insist on wearing. You stare at me, your tongue barely poking out between your swollen pink lips and I can clearly see the hunger in your face.
I hold up my hand to silence you, knowing that you want to break the spell by speaking out of turn.
"Finish it" I command, and pour another drink.
joeys-game said:
Rewritten as:
You stand uncertain in the middle of the hardwood floor in a puddle of light created by the spots above. A subtle shaft of moonlight dances across the floor and I study you. You are frightened but brave and I can almost taste the fear on my tongue. A small shift of your shoulders, the straightening of your back , the sudden defiant lift of you chin tells me that despite your fear, you are ready. You want this, whatever I throw at you. I walk to the bar, bare feet slapping faintly on the floor and settle myself into one of the stools. I pour myself two fingers of scotch into a waiting glass and swirl the amber liquid around in the glass before taking a deep draught. I pause, studying you again, watching your breath come in short puffs. You know I am there, outside the circle of light but I don't think you can discern much about the room itself. You stare in my direction, then blinded by the hot light above you. I light a cigarette and decide to see if you really have the right stuff for this. "Strip" I growl and you almost flinch at my words.
You remove the jean jacket slowly, and toss it in the direction of a nearby chair. I am impressed that you hit the mark....maybe you see more than I think? Doesn't matter. You are staring at me, holding my gaze and I can see the outline of your taut nipples beneath your shirt. This is getting to you. A little exhibitionist then? We'll see. I nod at you, faintly, watching you run your palms down your chest. I grasp the remote and point it at the stereo and some blaring techno anthem plays. Your hips begin to sway with the music and I watch you enter your own world, oblivious to me. Your flexibilty is impressive, and I would say that the only thing my apartment lacks is a pole for you to demonstrate your considerable talents. However, had I wanted an act I would have found one elsewhere. I pour myself another two fingers of scotch and watch as you tiger walk your way through the spotlight, slowly ridding yourself of the tank top, and discarding it on the floor. You roll up suddenly, grasping the hem of the shirt and twirling it away from you. You then begin to slowly, and suggestively unsnap the buttons on your jeans.
Its not so much the action itself, believe me, I have seen more than one boy unbutton his jeans in my lifetime. The expression on your face however is more in keeping with what I like to see. You are aware of me, but you are not. You could be dancing for yourself in front of the mirror in your bedroom, masturbating for all I know. Instead of slack jawed lust I see a wanton hunger, a need to pleasure and be pleasured, and I watch as you pop the buttons on your jeans, cupping your package in your hands and rubbing your thighs with your palms. You rub up to your nipples again, circling them, teasing yourself before drifting down again. You rub your crotch and a soft moan parts your lips, startling you out of your own reverie. You pop the last button and your cock stands at attention, tenting those ridiculous boxers you insist on wearing. You stare at me, your tongue barely poking out between your swollen pink lips and I can clearly see the hunger in your face.
I hold up my hand to silence you, knowing that you want to break the spell by speaking out of turn.
"Finish it" I command, and pour another drink.
joeys-game
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Rhys said:
Receiving the silent command to continue, i close my eyes and drift , floating in that nowhere place. My body feels as tightly wound as a spring with the desire i feel for you
Soon i have forgotten my immediate hunger and i am content in just 'feeling' the music, tasting the rythem with my body movements. A shiver runs the length of my being when i graze my crotch as i begin to slide down my jeans. Concentrating now on the task that you have given me i step out of my fallen pants and kick them to the steadily growing heap of clothing. Carressing the stressed muscles of my abdomen and chest i gasp at the delicious sensation that i experience by teasing my nipples.
Hearing the music with my body i again sway to the fluid like feelings, my fingers slowly playing along my boxers, more often than not sliding down below to barely touch my swollen head.
As the song ends i stand before you not quite looking at you, rather feeling you with my desire, daring to imagine what it would be like to touch you.
Honey123
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okay..so I had to give it a go....I wait patiently for the hammer to fall.... CRITQUE ME:
"TIME TO PAY UP"
~ ~
I enter the dark room and stop as I pass through the doorway, allowing my eyes to adjust. You don’t say a word, and you don’t even move. Immediately I think that perhaps I misunderstood your note. You told me to meet you here . . . this exact time. I squint, trying to focus, waiting . . . wondering. Suddenly, a movement out of the corner of my eye has me turning in that direction. I hear a match strike followed by a sizzle. The ember at the end of your cigarette deepens as you take a long drag; the smoke barely visible as it filters out of your mouth. I know your game and I know I am too deeply involved to turn around and walk away. “A bet’s a bet.” That’s what you said, and I knew I had to keep my end.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I watch your dark image stand and walk toward a lamp on the beside table. When you turn the lamp on, I notice that you tossed a scarf over the shade making sure that the room was not flooded with bright lights. ‘Nice effect,’ I think to myself. ‘A little Hollywood-ish, but . . . ’ mentally I shrug my shoulders.
I watch as you return to your chair. Sitting down, the light in the background makes your silhouette disturbingly erotic. The half-cast light shows your unbuttoned, white, man-tailored shirt which is untucked from your trousers. The opened cloth reveals your suntanned, rock-hard stomach. I swallow as visions of licking and rubbing against it flow through my mind. I picture myself grinding into your hips, feeling your hard cock against me. With those thoughts in mind, my heart begins to beat wildly in my chest, my mouth suddenly dries. I close my eyes, wishing I had a drink to calm my nerves. I know your eyes are taking in my appearance. I'm wearing a black rain coat, which is tied tightly around my waist, my hair is swept up into a French twist. I begin to wonder if you are prepared for what I have on underneath and can’t help but smile as one word slip from your lips, “Strip.”
With much deliberation, I untie the belt, pulling it slowly out of the holes and toss it onto the bed, hoping that it will be put to good use later that evening. As the folds of my coat open, I hear you gasp. You always figured my body was in good shape, but I think you weren't prepared for just how good. My black lace bra accentuates my full bossom leading to a taut stomach and slender hips which sport a matching black lacy garter belt. Clad in a pair of black stockings, my legs look long and lean, my hi-heels only adding to the length and height of my physique. Slowly I slide my coat off my shoulders letting it drop into a puddle of cloth behind me. My hips sway seductively to imaginative music as my hands caress the sides of my body working their way slowly across my stomach. I picture you doing this to me and I feel a dampness between my legs.
I watch as you take the last few drags of your cigarette before putting it out before I spread my legs, bending my knees slightly, letting my body move, grind and gyrate, closing my eyes and remember how I did this in front of my mirror. My mind replaying a soft, sexy beat I used as I practiced stripping before my mirror just hours before. I hear a squeak shift in your chair and smile inwardly hoping that I am making you uncomfortable. I knew that the show I was going to give tonight was one you would never forget. One that would pay my debt and satisfy my desire for you.
My hands circle and cup my lacy bra, fingernails grazing across the swell of my breast and then slowly down back down my abdomen. My finger traces the lace of my garter belt then over to the wet, hot slit below. My other hand caresses my neck, my jaw line and then loosens the knot allowing my hair to tumble into soft waves onto my shoulders.
My next movement surprises me as much as you, but it was perfect for the moment. Pushing my finger deeper into my slit, I feel my wetness cover it and as I bring it up to my mouth so I can suck upon it, I hear your gasp and slight moan. Rolling my hips, I half turn away from you. I bend at the waist, increasing the length of my legs, firming my calves, pulling my cheeks taunt. I run my hands from my calves, along my thighs waiting for your reaction.
“Come to me!” Your voice is raspy and filled lust.
I straighten and take slow, long strides toward you, swaying my hips, my eyes never wavering from yours. As I near you, you reach your hands out and grab my hips, pulling me closer to you, our knees touching.
“I’ve decided to strip you instead.” You say, your hands sliding up my hips along the sides of my body until you reach your destination. As you unclasp my bra, I can feel the soft material move away from my skin, exposing my breasts to you. I can see your handsome face so clearly now, your eyes sliding over my body. Your fingers move to the sides of my breasts, caressing the swells before cupping them with your hands as your thumbs tease my protruding nipples. I watch the tip of your tongue snake out and run across your lips and have a desire to feel it across my nipples. Involuntarily I moan and see your mouth curve into a smile.
“Turn.” You command and I do so, your hands never leaving my body, just lessening in tension so I am allowed to obey you. I can feel your warm breath against my skin and I shiver, closing my eyes, my chest moving up and down as my breathing has become a bit ragged at my anticipation at what you will do.
Your fingers expertly unsnap my garter and I hear your low chuckle as you realize my stockings are the kind that stay up. You toss my garter to the side and I hear the scratching of the chair legs as you push it way. Standing with your body so close to mine, I can feel your erection position perfectly between the cheeks of my ass. I press back against you . . . against "it." Your hand moves through my hair, grasping it firmly as you tilt my head to your face. I feel your lips upon my arched neck, as you whisper, “I intend to fuck you while you wear your stockings.”
"TIME TO PAY UP"
~ ~
I enter the dark room and stop as I pass through the doorway, allowing my eyes to adjust. You don’t say a word, and you don’t even move. Immediately I think that perhaps I misunderstood your note. You told me to meet you here . . . this exact time. I squint, trying to focus, waiting . . . wondering. Suddenly, a movement out of the corner of my eye has me turning in that direction. I hear a match strike followed by a sizzle. The ember at the end of your cigarette deepens as you take a long drag; the smoke barely visible as it filters out of your mouth. I know your game and I know I am too deeply involved to turn around and walk away. “A bet’s a bet.” That’s what you said, and I knew I had to keep my end.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I watch your dark image stand and walk toward a lamp on the beside table. When you turn the lamp on, I notice that you tossed a scarf over the shade making sure that the room was not flooded with bright lights. ‘Nice effect,’ I think to myself. ‘A little Hollywood-ish, but . . . ’ mentally I shrug my shoulders.
I watch as you return to your chair. Sitting down, the light in the background makes your silhouette disturbingly erotic. The half-cast light shows your unbuttoned, white, man-tailored shirt which is untucked from your trousers. The opened cloth reveals your suntanned, rock-hard stomach. I swallow as visions of licking and rubbing against it flow through my mind. I picture myself grinding into your hips, feeling your hard cock against me. With those thoughts in mind, my heart begins to beat wildly in my chest, my mouth suddenly dries. I close my eyes, wishing I had a drink to calm my nerves. I know your eyes are taking in my appearance. I'm wearing a black rain coat, which is tied tightly around my waist, my hair is swept up into a French twist. I begin to wonder if you are prepared for what I have on underneath and can’t help but smile as one word slip from your lips, “Strip.”
With much deliberation, I untie the belt, pulling it slowly out of the holes and toss it onto the bed, hoping that it will be put to good use later that evening. As the folds of my coat open, I hear you gasp. You always figured my body was in good shape, but I think you weren't prepared for just how good. My black lace bra accentuates my full bossom leading to a taut stomach and slender hips which sport a matching black lacy garter belt. Clad in a pair of black stockings, my legs look long and lean, my hi-heels only adding to the length and height of my physique. Slowly I slide my coat off my shoulders letting it drop into a puddle of cloth behind me. My hips sway seductively to imaginative music as my hands caress the sides of my body working their way slowly across my stomach. I picture you doing this to me and I feel a dampness between my legs.
I watch as you take the last few drags of your cigarette before putting it out before I spread my legs, bending my knees slightly, letting my body move, grind and gyrate, closing my eyes and remember how I did this in front of my mirror. My mind replaying a soft, sexy beat I used as I practiced stripping before my mirror just hours before. I hear a squeak shift in your chair and smile inwardly hoping that I am making you uncomfortable. I knew that the show I was going to give tonight was one you would never forget. One that would pay my debt and satisfy my desire for you.
My hands circle and cup my lacy bra, fingernails grazing across the swell of my breast and then slowly down back down my abdomen. My finger traces the lace of my garter belt then over to the wet, hot slit below. My other hand caresses my neck, my jaw line and then loosens the knot allowing my hair to tumble into soft waves onto my shoulders.
My next movement surprises me as much as you, but it was perfect for the moment. Pushing my finger deeper into my slit, I feel my wetness cover it and as I bring it up to my mouth so I can suck upon it, I hear your gasp and slight moan. Rolling my hips, I half turn away from you. I bend at the waist, increasing the length of my legs, firming my calves, pulling my cheeks taunt. I run my hands from my calves, along my thighs waiting for your reaction.
“Come to me!” Your voice is raspy and filled lust.
I straighten and take slow, long strides toward you, swaying my hips, my eyes never wavering from yours. As I near you, you reach your hands out and grab my hips, pulling me closer to you, our knees touching.
“I’ve decided to strip you instead.” You say, your hands sliding up my hips along the sides of my body until you reach your destination. As you unclasp my bra, I can feel the soft material move away from my skin, exposing my breasts to you. I can see your handsome face so clearly now, your eyes sliding over my body. Your fingers move to the sides of my breasts, caressing the swells before cupping them with your hands as your thumbs tease my protruding nipples. I watch the tip of your tongue snake out and run across your lips and have a desire to feel it across my nipples. Involuntarily I moan and see your mouth curve into a smile.
“Turn.” You command and I do so, your hands never leaving my body, just lessening in tension so I am allowed to obey you. I can feel your warm breath against my skin and I shiver, closing my eyes, my chest moving up and down as my breathing has become a bit ragged at my anticipation at what you will do.
Your fingers expertly unsnap my garter and I hear your low chuckle as you realize my stockings are the kind that stay up. You toss my garter to the side and I hear the scratching of the chair legs as you push it way. Standing with your body so close to mine, I can feel your erection position perfectly between the cheeks of my ass. I press back against you . . . against "it." Your hand moves through my hair, grasping it firmly as you tilt my head to your face. I feel your lips upon my arched neck, as you whisper, “I intend to fuck you while you wear your stockings.”
joeys-game
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What type of underwear do you approve of?Rhys said:
You are difficult in oh so many ways, but and there's a big but....
yea yea..in shit for that one too...huh?
joeys-game
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Rhys said:
Okay then.
Lots of advantages to that....
carsonshepherd
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You glance over at me, an evil grin playing on your lips, as the last dancer leaves the stage; for the last hour we've been watching a parade of hopefuls both boy and girl auditioning for you. You insisted I come and "help" and for the most part, the performances have been pretty good, but nothing that blew my mind.
"It's your turn now," you leer. "Show me what you've got."
I lift my eyebrow and stare at you.
"I drop my pants when I want, and only when I want."
You know this anyway. You are always trying to boss me around and tell me what to do, surely you've learned that I only do it when it pleases me.
"Let's just get this done," I tell you impatiently.
"Okay, who did you like? Anyone catch your fancy?"
My eyes scan the hopefuls waiting nervously at the bar for you to decide. Some of them were pretty good, actually.
"It's your turn now," you leer. "Show me what you've got."
I lift my eyebrow and stare at you.
"I drop my pants when I want, and only when I want."
You know this anyway. You are always trying to boss me around and tell me what to do, surely you've learned that I only do it when it pleases me.
"Let's just get this done," I tell you impatiently.
"Okay, who did you like? Anyone catch your fancy?"
My eyes scan the hopefuls waiting nervously at the bar for you to decide. Some of them were pretty good, actually.
carsonshepherd
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"All the girls were good," I answer with a shrug. He could decide between them on his own, the boys were really more my specialty. The first boy was okay, but didn't really impress me. He tried. The eagerness and the willingness was there, and I sense that with some training he could be quite good, but he's not the pro Rhys needs.
The second boy is a little more promising. His show was very slutty and he almost made me believe he meant it... that he really was stripping off his clothes so Rhys could have his way with him. I sensed it was more than a show for him, and more an expression of his darker longings.
The third guy is a total hunk and a shoe-in. He's got it without taking off a stitch.
No, its Boy #2 who needs another go, just to convince us he really wants it. Rhys and I exchange a smirk. We're a tough crowd.
The second boy is a little more promising. His show was very slutty and he almost made me believe he meant it... that he really was stripping off his clothes so Rhys could have his way with him. I sensed it was more than a show for him, and more an expression of his darker longings.
The third guy is a total hunk and a shoe-in. He's got it without taking off a stitch.
No, its Boy #2 who needs another go, just to convince us he really wants it. Rhys and I exchange a smirk. We're a tough crowd.
carsonshepherd
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"You, what's your name?"
Rhys points to #2 and beckons him out of the line up. The boy is young and smooth with dark hair and eyes. His unbuttoned pants show the sparse, neatly shaven patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock. He comes forward, looking nervous, but determined.
"It's Rika," he says and then adds, without prompting, "sir."
The "sir" catches Rhys' attention and I see wicked ideas start to form in his evil little mind. His sexy, evil mind. He smiles at Rika and tells him we need to see more, to make our final decision.
Rhys points to #2 and beckons him out of the line up. The boy is young and smooth with dark hair and eyes. His unbuttoned pants show the sparse, neatly shaven patch of pubic hair at the base of his cock. He comes forward, looking nervous, but determined.
"It's Rika," he says and then adds, without prompting, "sir."
The "sir" catches Rhys' attention and I see wicked ideas start to form in his evil little mind. His sexy, evil mind. He smiles at Rika and tells him we need to see more, to make our final decision.
carsonshepherd
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We'll see the girls later.
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Rhys cues the music louder with one hand and we both watch as this boy instantly falls into the cloud of his own desires that it brings forth. He stares at Rhys through heavy-lidded eyes and the rhythm on his hips is unmistakable. Pure fucking. Asking to be fucked. Begging. He turns around with his back to us, and throws his hands above his head onto the pole, gripping it, spread; back gleamng with sweat, the cheeks of his ass plump and tempting in his tight leather pants.
I glance over at Rhys and at the same time, he glances at me. My eyes slide down to his lap but its really too dark and shadowed to see much. He looks at me and I feel a twinge in my balls. The sexy show going on before me is.... interesting, amusing. Entertainment, but not sexually arousing in itself. No, what turns me on is the spark in Rhys' eyes as he looks first at me, then at the slutty dancer spread out before us, and then back at me. He's got that unmistakable look on his face and I can't help but catch my breath... damn his ability to do this to me.
I glance over at Rhys and at the same time, he glances at me. My eyes slide down to his lap but its really too dark and shadowed to see much. He looks at me and I feel a twinge in my balls. The sexy show going on before me is.... interesting, amusing. Entertainment, but not sexually arousing in itself. No, what turns me on is the spark in Rhys' eyes as he looks first at me, then at the slutty dancer spread out before us, and then back at me. He's got that unmistakable look on his face and I can't help but catch my breath... damn his ability to do this to me.
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"You," Rhys suddenly says to the boy. "Show me what you'll do to the customers. Show me how you'll tease them and make them want more." He gestures to me. "Crawl to him. I want to see your lap dance technique."
Without hesitation Rika drops to the floor on his hands and knees. His back is arched and his nipples are hard, both pierced with rings. He lowers his lashes and licks his lips as he begins to slowly crawl toward me, eyes pinned to me. I shoot Rhys a look. His eyes are sparkling with wicked glee and I can't help but melt a little because he's so sexy when he's like this... full of naughty ideas. He's enjoying this. He wants to watch this boy excite me.
Without hesitation Rika drops to the floor on his hands and knees. His back is arched and his nipples are hard, both pierced with rings. He lowers his lashes and licks his lips as he begins to slowly crawl toward me, eyes pinned to me. I shoot Rhys a look. His eyes are sparkling with wicked glee and I can't help but melt a little because he's so sexy when he's like this... full of naughty ideas. He's enjoying this. He wants to watch this boy excite me.
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Watching everyone wide eyed
I'm going to have to pull out a fan and put down my tray of drinks to watch this one. Mercy.
I'm going to have to pull out a fan and put down my tray of drinks to watch this one. Mercy.
