The seedy, dimly lit corridor. Where it led, I didn't know. I didn't care. This, this dark brooding alley was the epitome of rock n roll. For nights, I had seen women trailing men, men trailing men and, women coyly following women in hand to this place. No destination, obviously, except the hallway. Moans were barely audible under the driving sound of the music.
Her dirty blonde hair stuck with sweat to the wall as she slid her head backwards towards the floor, in ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around a face. Long black hair draping over a fluffy white shirt, manicured fingers traced her legs ripping holes in the whore's already ripped fishnets. Was she a whore? She was then, at that moment. I slowly crept through the hall as if I was someone, as if I knew what the hell I was doing there.
The darkness grew the farther I journeyed through. I calmly stepped over another couple. As I passed I noticed it was two short haired blonde poster boys. One's vinyl pants clung tightly to his abnormally tailored physique. The other, naked, enjoying the pleasures of his company. I strolled through couples, trio's. All lost in the moment of the now. Oblivious to anything and everything except the lust they were enjoying at that moment in time. No destination, just a hallway of ecstasy.
I spotted her. Leaning against the wall, in the corner, almost invisible. Her dark curly red hair almost hid her face, but I knew she was starring at me. As her crimson fingernails reached to untie her shirt I reached for her. She put her hand on my chest, as if to stop me. She loosened her shirt and tossed her hair over her shoulder. Now gripping me with her hand. Pulling me towards her body. Her erect breasts strained against my body as we collided into the corner. Our rhythms and breathing lost in the hallway's medley of sounds. Her fingernails reached into my shirt ripping it as she drug her nails across my skin. As we kissed, so passionately, we were lost. We did not care of anything. I didn't even know her name. As we collapsed into the floor her nails reached into my pants. Covered in a thin layer of sweat, we grabbed and groped in the almost pitch black corridor. Her breasts falling out of her shirt as she reached for me. Taking me in her mouth. Again, her rhythm lost in the music. Sliding her tongue around the shaft and taking it all into her mouth. She placed my hand on the back of her head. Our bodies friskily moving together. I rocked my hips into her mouth. She met each thrust with pleasure. Each thrust she took more of me into her mouth. I pulled her head close to me as I thrust deep into her mouth.
She reached to my chest. Pawing at my thin, sweaty body. She slowly slid my cock out of her mouth. Kissing the tip, she slid a fingernail up the length. The slight shiver that ran through my body did not compare to the thriving, anonymous passion we were feeling. I swayed onto the wall. Her lips meeting with mine. She raised her right leg over my left. Facing me, she slid down onto me, slowly. Starring at me, deeper than anyone's ever starred. She loses herself in ecstasy. She lowers her head, her sweaty hair covered her face. She slowly traced her fingernails up my chest. Teasing me, she began to take only the head into her slippery pussy. She giggled.
