Soon, it will be dark. Soon, it will be night. That is when I can go to my bed, and lay my head on my pillow....
It starts....my mind begins to wander to places I dare only to dream of. This is where I allow myself the pleasure of thinking, and dreaming, and wishing, and hoping that one day my most secret fantasy will come true. A fantasy I have kept hidden for such a long, very long time.
My dreams begin, and my breathing becomes heavier with each minute that passes as I dream more and more. My body becomes alive, and tingles with anticipation. I know there is no one there to touch me, except me......and I know that I will touch myself....soon.
We are standing in a club, a very crowded club. But not an ordinary club, this is a dwelling for those like us that live our lives to the fullest. This is a club where men, and women come together to celebrate the total exchange of power. Tonight, the club is crowded with many warm bodies, but the only bodies that I am concerned with are the two that I stand between. I am having a conversation with a very tall brunette with a marvelous voice. My senses are tingling with the sound of her, and the sight of her, and the smell of her....only wishing to know the taste of her, all of her. Her mouth, her breasts, her shaved pussy.
Everyone in the club is touching...some way or another because of the enormous amount of people trying to touch as many other people as possible. So, it is of no surprise to me that the man that we are with is standing so close behind me that there is scarcely enough room for air to exist. So close that I can feel the heat from his body warming mine through my clothes.
As I continue to talk with the brunette beauty, the man, with no warning to me at all, reaches around and begins to unbutton the black, sheer shirt that I am wearing. This surprises no one around us, for in this club, sexual acts, and nudity are not a rare occurrence, no one except for me. There is no where for me to go because of the crowd, and because his arms are wrapped around me, holding me in place as he does what he wishes. I look into the eyes of the brunette beauty, and she just smiles at me with a soft curve of her lips that I desperately wish to kiss. As if reading my mind, the man leans down and whispers in my ear "little one, do you wish to kiss my slut?" My eyes never left those of the beauty with the exception of closing them for a moment and breathing a deep breath only to hold it. With the sound of his voice, and his breath in my ear....combined with the amazing question, all I can do is nod "yes". With that, she leans down and kisses me. What an amazing kiss she gives me. Finally, I can taste her mouth, taste her kisses. What a delicious kiss she has.
"That is enough for now, Diane" he says with his voice booming over my head. "I want her to enjoy this for as long as possible."
"Yes, Master" was her sweet reply. As she moves away from me, I see her licking her lips, and smiling wickedly at me, which only causes me to become more aroused.
I had almost forgotten that my shirt was unbuttoned until I felt his rough, yet soft, vast hand move with ease into my bra as if there was not one there at all. I look down and see something that causes me to become so aroused that it is hard for me to stand upright. I lean slightly back into this mans arms and prop against his warm body for steadiness. I am finding it harder to breathe normally....in fact my chest is heaving and pushing my breast against his large hand even more. He finds my nipple, and slightly pinches it, and twists it, and pulls it. At this point, I know that I am so wet. I am hoping that they don’t find out just how wet I really am from all of this....all of this kissing, and touching.
He leans down to my ear again, and I can feel his breath in my ear. "Do you remember me asking you not to wear any panties?"
