Walking ever so gracefully across the floor you float towards me. For a very brief second I am not sure it is me that you are approaching in this smoky atmosphere but with your eyes never leaving mine I am sure it is me that you mean to speak with. I must admit I love aggressive women maybe do to my unwillingness to approach others with the thoughts I carry around in this bag of mine. Gracefully parting your way through the seas of people that separate us you reach me still wondering why it is I caught you eye from so far away. Surely I do not stand out in this crowd of my peers... or do I?
"So are you going to buy me a drink or just stare in my direction all evening" she yells above the overture of the band playing on stage.
Being taken back by her approach I reply "Oh my I'm sorry I didn't realize I was staring, of course I will buy you a drink. What is it you are drinking?"
"Shot of Jack?"
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Stumbling up the stairs together to her apartment I think to myself....She had to choose Jack out of everything behind the bar.
Jack Daniels is one drink that brings out the more aggressive side of me. I can handle beer and most other drinks how ever Jack is the one beverage that brings the animal out in me as most of you have witnessed in the past.
Being that the "line" that new found lovers have had already been breached far before we had even left the bar. It was a bit of a surprise that either of us had any clothing on by the time we had reached the door of her apartment. She inserted the key clumsily into the lock while I stood behind her tilting her neck to one side so that my teeth could gently bury themselves into the soft tender skin. She let out a small gasp of pleasure as I could feel her heart rate beat even harder and with that the door fell open allowing us to the privacy we had yearned for the entire evening. She turns into my arms and I instinctively grab her tightly lifting her and rushing into the open entrance. Barging into the open room my foot closes the door with a slamming motion behind us.
She hurriedly reaches for the bottom of my shirt and I now feel her cool sweaty hands upon my abdomen as she lifts my shirt to expose my chest. My own hands at this moment seem to know what they are doing prior to me even moving them. I aggressively tear her shirt over her head revealing a very soft black elegant micro fiber brassier. Now that we are both standing there topless I press her body upon the nearest wall and our mouths meet aggressively yet again. I may have the body mass to be the dominant but I can't be sure at this point who the real aggressor is. Our embrace is that of two lovers that haven't seen one another in a very long time. Each of us seems to know the others body so well yet readily exploring every inch with our excited hands and salivating mouths. Behind her eyes there is so much fury that she no longer tries to hide. She had hidden that fury that heat earlier in the evening. Now however I am at her mercy.