Megan Rae Thomson
As I walked around the party, there was no sight of Taylor. Not that I was looking for him. But, you would think the host of the party would be everywhere. But nope, no sight of Taylor anywhere.
I was defiantly confused, I can say that.
All of a sudden, I felt arms snake around my waist from behind. "Hello gorgeous." I heard a deep voice slur.
I turned around, only to find a fairly drunk Taylor.
"Wanna dance?" He asked, already pulling me to the crowd of dancing people.
"Sure."
I waited until a song came on that I was comfortable dancing to, to come on.
Finally, one did. What do you mean.
I danced to the beat of the song, only for Taylor to pull me right up to him, making me grind on him.
After the song was over, Taylor leaned into my ear and whispered, "babygirl, I think we have a little problem,"
He gestured to his now, full-on boner, and looked back at me.
"That is a problem, isn't it?" I smirked.
"Why don't we take this upstairs."
***
Is this good?
Oh well,
But anyways, I think smut would be good for this story, but I cannot write smut for my life. So idek yet .
-- xx, oceanate
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