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Through my upturned wine glass I sensed a burning seize my body. The sensation of being studied and evaluated corrupted my serenity. From across the room I captured the gaze and the glory of him. His magnificence readily apparent.
Our eyes lock in an all telling gaze. As he rose from his seat, I drank in his every detail. He was tall...tall...tall, OH MY GOD he was so tall. I recall my escapades with such lofty men and could not help but smile. His body was lean and solid. I wondered how his lips, tongue and...the essence of him, would taste. His lengthy legs closed the distance between us in no time at all. And...there...he...was. This beautifully constructed man who spoke no words as he extended his well manicured hand towards me.
My eyes were cast down into his outstretched hand. Slowly, almost hesitantly, they ascended studying all of him as they rose. I accepted his hand with certainty. A type of knowing seeped into my consciousness. This night would depart leaving me never to be the same.
I began to stand but my legs cooperated not. I stumbled only to be caught just in time by two well muscled arms. As he steadied my frame, a flash in his eyes seemed to illuminate his well chiseled face. I could only suck in my breath.
We approached the dance floor as hundreds of eyes watched on, most colored the subtle green of jealously; many from my own acquaintances. The knowledge of the envy made me giddy. As though he inherently knew my mind, he chuckled as his arm encircled my waist twirling me like a ballerina.
He threaded and interlocked my small hand within his own. He pulled me closer to his body. I could hear his heart's steady beat. As we danced, there was no mistaking my effect upon him. As this realization caught me off guard, his hands dropped to cup my personal flotation device; I offered no resistance.
While the strains of a lyrical saxophone seeped into our sensuality, it was he who would be the recipient of the latest in a night of surprises. Rubbing my ample bottom inconspicuously, a particularly puzzling look generated across his face. With cop like technique he frisked my lower body. Upon completion of his task at hand, he leaned his head to the left ever so slightly in silent questioning.
Realizing he had discovered a truism of a significant practice of my own, I flashed a Cheshire cat like grin, as did he. I instantly learned what the taste of two of my three musings were like. Crushing down, yet not painfully, his lips mated with my own; using his tongue to probe me further. Could the third musing be ferreted out in such an overt manner?
As the final question ruminated through my mind, I was led...no jerked from the dance floor. As my losing battle to keep up with his steps fitfully floundered he snatched my purse from my table of friends without the slowing of his gait.
We hurriedly proceeded to and through the myriad of hallways. Just as I began to protest, he flung me by my hand up against the wall. Before I realized his intent, he was down upon his knees violently hiking my skirt up well past access to my womanhood, popping the buttons as he worked.
At that juncture, I was caught up in the sexual maelstrom taking place in this random hallway. No care nor concern was given to our possibly imminent discovery. His tongue darted, flicked and played with my precious pearl, causing me to emit a low guttural moan. Thinking there was nothing further that could be achieved, I was proven wrong.
He turned me to the wall, placing my arms and hands against it in the universal sign of surrender. And surrendered I did. When I arrived at a glorious destination, then and only then did his dominance cease.
It was my turn but in that venue it was not to be. It would have to be tabled until the car ride home, to our home we shared. For this enigmatic man had been promised BY GOD that I did indeed exist. For when he found me, he had found a good thing; as had I. A hard-working, nurturung, funny man with a successful entrepreneurial Spirit, how else could we own the club which had become our latest playground?
