..FIVE..

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...FIVE...

~Silver Fire, Club
(17th of February, 2015)

She was already dancing when he arrived at Silver Fire.

He stopped short, kind of out of breath, as her lithe body was sultrily moving over the pole.

He stood, entranced at the entrance as he watched her twirl her waist seductively.

He noted that her waist long fake copper red hair was moving at the same pace as her.

It was like fire.

Liquid fire.

It was exactly like the fire that was beginning to burn deep inside of him.

The fire of need.

The fire of want.

The fire of passion.

Her erotic dance was stirring waters inside of him that no woman has ever reached.

She threw her right leg over the pole and raised her right hand towards her audience.

The gesture was beckoning, calling to them.

It was like a siren's call.

Deadly.

Dangerous.

Lethal.

She moved her beckoning hand back to the pole to grip it.

And, he was completely lost in his imagination for a moment.

Those hands.

On him.

He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined it.

It was easy.

He felt as if they were wrapped around his waist.

Her hands.

He felt as though her hand was sprawled across his chest.

And him?

Probably buried deep inside her, filling her to the hilt.

Desire choked him.

He slowly opened his eyes to look at her once again.

She gripped the pole tightly with her right leg.

Then she arched her entire body, limbs included away from it.

Blood roared first inside of his head before the onrush moved downwards.

Something hardened as he eyed her fleshy leg gripping the pole.

Take her, the voice of passion breathed into his ears.

He wanted her badly.

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