Short Stories

Two Hot Dancers at My Bachelorette Party

I am getting ready for my bachelorette party, which my friends are throwing. I am about to get married to my longtime boyfriend, Tom. I always wanted to have a blast with my bachelorette because I believe it was the border to entering a new life and I wanted to cross the border with tumultuous memories.

When I was on my way to the venue, Tom asked if I needed anything. I told him I'd be fine and tonight I didn't want his security around me. He chuckled and agreed to it. When I reached the venue and began my night, I liked the vibe overall. Loud music, booze all around us, dancing like it's the end of our lives.

My friends slipped a sash of Bride-to-Be over my head and it settled at my front. A glittery tiara was placed on my head. Our laughter reverberated through the room. I told Tom about this place as my bachelorette so that he would surround it with his security guards. But he didn't know about my escape plan so after partying here for a while, I want to reassure him that I am under his trusted protection.

We snuck away from the venue and went to our actual party, a nightclub full of male strippers. The moment we entered, thumping music sent adrenaline into my veins. My friends and I spread out in the club and danced like never before. It was already becoming an unforgettable night but little did I know that this unforgettable night would become the night of my life.

I was captivated by the dance of two tall strippers who were dressed in appealing costumes and one stood in front of me and one behind me. When the music began to pulsate through the atmosphere, I discovered that I was being carried away by the rhythm, and my reservations began to dissolve with each beat. I was dancing with both of them, and my laughter could be heard joyously resonating across the throbbing crowd.

A stripper started running his fingers down my arm, and as soon as he made contact with my skin, I felt a surge of electricity flowing through my body. I started to feel a surge of heat. I turned my head to look at him, and he continued to brush against me and dance alongside me. I gave an unhappy shake of my head, like I should not feel that way with another man, and then turned to another stripper and began dancing.

And when another stripper slammed his body into me, I felt the same heat and electricity. I'm not sure what came over me but this time I didn't step back and look at him in the eyes and perhaps he sensed the longing in my gaze. He pulled his partner stripper towards me till I could feel their hard essence against my ass and over the needy core.

At that moment, their skin contact had already triggered a response in my body. With their hands on my arms, causing my skin to tingle, flames of excitement crawled up and down my skin. This sensation is spreading across my chest and into my stomach. Ecstasy shivers down my spine. I felt my heartbeat quicken. I was becoming extremely anxious. A sensation that I was unable to put into words was developing inside of me. I felt like if they didn't slam themselves inside me, I would be lost. I am so confused that I want to cry out in annoyance because I have no idea which man I should kiss first.

After adjusting my posture and standing in such a way that I could see both of them and physically touch their bare chests, I came to the realization that they were identical twins, with one having blue eyes and the other having hazel eyes. I was surprised by the impact of the energy he had on me as I reached for the blue eyes. It felt as if every single cell in my body had suddenly woken to life and yelled out for more. I had no control over the situation because I had never experienced such a jolt in myself in all the years that I had been with Tom.

As I pulled him closer to me, I groaned because I didn't want to resist the urge to kiss him. He leaned forward but still maintained a small distance between us. I grumbled like a stubborn child who was unable to let go, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. With every force in my body I had, I covered his mouth with mine. The inner kink within me roared with excitement. It wasn't until both of these extremely attractive strangers touched me that I became aware of my deep, dark longing. The beginning of our kiss was gentle, but it quickly became rough. I liked it, and the more he got rough with me, the more my inside beast seemed to be happy.