The lights are dim, a gray haze drifts above despite Nazi like no smoking laws. I hold you close to me protectively.
I look around at the other couples. I watch them going through the motions together in dances of grace, or lack there of.
I've come to live for these nights together. I caress you through the tight leather encasing your curvacious form. I grin to myself as I feel myself harden a little.
Slowly I pull down the zipper to expose you.
"My god how beautiful you are." I whisper.
I look around to see if anyone is watching. I know it excites you to be in public places like this.
No one is watching, except Ted. I look at the rented thing hanging on his arm like a leach. Gaudy, trashy and cheep. Just the way he likes. Showing signs of heavy use he will discard her quickly before the night is out.
I slide a hand softly across your smooth skin. The exotic color again causes a thrill in my spine. I slip first one finger and then a second into your holes. You almost cling to me, perfectly, like you were made just for my use.
I remember when I first found you.
Discarded. Abandoned. Misused.
I took you someplace safe, got you cleaned up. I think it was your beautiful round curves that first caught my eyes. How your skin shown in the light. A color I had never tried before let an air of the taboo about you.
