Note - Listen to 'Shape Of You' By Ed Sheeran while reading this story.
The club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where I go. We meet eyes from across the bar. His perfect shimmering blue orbs stare back into my dull brown circles, I wonder if he feels the spark. I can't help but notice his bulge as he sexily walks across towards me. My mind is racing, all the fantasies of him pinning me down and doing bad things to me are overtaking. As he takes a stop infront of me, he leans in and growls into my ear, 'Hey, i'm Ed, you down to fricky wicky tonight love?' His perfect english accent is intoxicating, i feel my knees weaken. 'O-oh oh of course. I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Y/n, i reply' ugh, i always stutter and frick things up. He smirks at me, amused by my sudden nervousness. As he towers over me, I'm scared he'll stop on my petite fragile body. He tugs on my XXXXXS sweater, I'm drowning in it. 'Eddy, ur going to pull it off, it's so big and i'm not wearing anything under it' 'Can't let that happen, you're mine kitty' He growls once again into my ear. I hit my vape strongly, the sweet strawberry air flows throughout my veins, it'll help with his rough thrusts. "Lets find somewhere quieter" He moans as i palm him slowly through his tight sports shorts.
