Roan Circle
The Velvet Room
January 24th
With a seductive smile, I beckon him onto the stage, and led him to the centre. The floor lights bathe us in a warm glow, creating an intimate bubble within the club. I place his hands on the armrests of the chair, and position him comfortably. The music shifts, setting the tone for what is to come.
I walked behind his chair grazing my fingers onto his body. I was face level with him.
You know, I've faced demons, ghosts, and even glorified zombies, but this? This is a whole new level of hell."he quips, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Charming." I said.
I trace my fingers along his arms, causing shivers to ripple through him. My actions are intentional, crafted to tease and lure as I lean in close, my breath grazing his ear with a whispered, "Enjoy the show, Dean."
I sit upon his lap with my thighs positioned on each side of him and start a gentle, rhythmic grind, moving my body against his in a seductive motion. I keep my gaze fixed on him, both intense and playful, observing his reactions as I move. I feel his breath quicken, sensing his increasing desire. I comb my fingers through his hair, softly pulling, establishing a slight dominance that thrills even more. Touching his face, teasing him. I draw his face closer to mine and make him look toward me. My lap dances are determined by the song lyrics, and how they make me feel. I dropped down, and sexually crept up his leg to start.
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill"
Then I climb atop of him, rocking back and fourth with the drums, and swing my head around, hair flailing around. I arch backwards, offering him a view of my curves, then lean forward, my hair brushing against his face, creating a sensory overload. His hands slide down my back, I began shaking my ass around.
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison
I don't wanna break these chains
I turn around, to place his head between my breasts. I shimmy a little bit, and throw my head back. I'm arched in front of him. He runs his hands across my belly, and pulls me back up into his grasp. He made it very hard to pull away. We get close to kissing, but I don't let it happen. I can feel him digging his nails into my bare ass cheeks.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I move against him. My hands travel up his chest to his neck, gently guiding his head back, exposing his throat. I licked his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. He's getting a bit handsy now. I was afraid we would end up fucking in front of the audience. So I start to unbutton his shirt. I want to feel his chest, his heart beating through his skin as I do my thing.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)
I slide my body between his legs. His arms holding up mine, and he brings his head downward while sat in the chair. He was so into this. I adored the extra attention.
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison
So I turn around, he places his hands on my hips, and pulls me into him. It was definitely the start of some soft core porn... it's like everyone else ceased to exist. His hands felt so nice.
