Feel the Music (flash)

I swear if it wasn't for Ms. Alison, I would never get any writing done. Who's got time these days? Here's my entry for the contest that just passed. The limit? 250 words as always. The topic? Anything you HEART. (See I can't figure out how to use the keys to type a heart so I just put in the word). And I heart dancing. Do you?



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On the floor, I am a goddess. I can feel all eyes on me, some in envy, some in admiration, but most in lust. Hot gazes slide over my smooth legs, parting as I grind my pussy towards the polished tile. My long hair sparkles under the flashing lights, and I laugh, pushing my ass into the nearest crotch. Immediately his rigid cock caresses my cheeks, and my nipples strain against the thin material covering them.

The wild rhythm of the music inspires a second partner to stand up, and I’m sandwiched between two hard bodies. The one in front of me lifts my leg to rest on his hip, his hand travelling up my thigh, reaching under my flared skirt, brushing fingertips across my bare sex. Only two layers of material prevent this from becoming a double fucking in the middle of this club.

As I grind against the hardness that surrounds me, a third member joins the party. Soft breasts are caressing my arm, and I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her black capris. She’s winding on my right thigh, and I lean back into the strong arms that surround me.

Teeth are nipping at my neck, and I gasp as a finger invades my hot spot. A second joins it, and another hand reaches into my shirt. I am the only one being violated in the middle of the hottest joint in town.

On the floor, I am a goddess.

I (heart) dancing.


©Miz Angell 2009