Thursday, November 12, 2009
Masquerade
There's a party going on...Later tonight. She can't figure out to wear. Ah, the decisions. Looking through her closet, she finally picks out a little black dress to match the mask that she bought earlier that morning. Simple really. The dress has thin straps, leaving the shoulders and neck bare, the top of the dress stopping at her bra line.It goes down to her mid-thigh, showing off her long luscious legs. Her black heals emphasizing her legs and ass even more. "That's good enough for a stupid party." She says as she lets her long hair flow down past her shoulders. "I don't see why I have to go to the party anyway..I won't know anyone there." Minutes later, she pulls up to the house. It's a nice little house. It's a small Victorian. Double doors, big windows, and a paint that looks to be a hue of green. She gets out of her car, and starts walking to the door. The music is blaring. Marilyn Manson's Dope show right now. She walks in. The hallway is crowded. There are people making out in the corner, people dancing, people drinking all around her. "Maybe I should just turn around and go home. I've made somewhat of an appearance." She says in her head. She walks into the Living room instead. The music changes, Manson's Personal Jesus is playing. It's her favorite song. She looks around.. slightly embarrassed that she wants to start dancing. Especially by herself. What kind of girl dances alone? Oh yeah.. single ones. She starts dancing.. slowly at first, trying not to get too carried away. On the other side of the room, there's a man in all black. Black pants, Black silk shirt, black jacket, anda black mask.. just like her. He looks around the room and spots the dancer. She's lovely. Long legs, Long red hair, she's somewhat athletic, and she moves like an angel. The sway of her hips, the way her lips part as she dances, her hair moving around her beautiful face. Perfect. He starts moving toward her. Wanting to dance with her. When he get's close enough, She pushes him away. She likes dancing alone. She's done it for years. Even took lessons. He keeps trying. Persistent man. She bites her bottom lip and pushes him onto a chair and moves toward him. She tells him to stay seated and changes the music to Rob Zombie's Living Dead Girl. Another of her favorites, and starts dancing. She gets close to him. Close enough to smell his cologne. Moving around him, only lightly brushing against him. Her leg touches his hand. A brush of soft velvety skin. He wants so badly to touch that soft skin again. She dances in front of him..only inches away from his lap. She moves her hips, brushing against his jeans. Her hips touch his arms, and he wants more. She moves away from him, and he takes that opportunity. He gets up and starts walking toward her. He takes her hand and plants a kiss on the back of it. She blushes underneath her mask. Making sure he can't notice. She continues to dance with him. She moves so gracefully around him,moving her body against his. He sighs with anticipation, every movement makes him want her more. This.. Mystery woman. She's starting to want him too...He's growing hard underneath his pants, and she can feel him becoming more and more ready with each movement of her hips.It's too intoxicating for him to stand. He grabs her wrist and turns her toward him. They're facing each other now. Their thighs touching as they dance. His arm around her waist, her breasts against his chest. It's getting harder for him to breathe. Harder to hold onto his self control. Her breathing gets shallow, she starts getting dizzy. Her self control is going out the window. Having him pressed up against her...it's...Heaven. She can't think straight. She wants him to make the first move. She gets her wish.; He spins her around and around, moving around the living room like they're in a ballroom. He takes one hand and massages the back of her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek. His right hand is still around her waist, holding her against him. He pins her against a wall, kissing her deeply and passionately. Letting his tongue explore her mouth completely.
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this sounds familiar
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