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A two year affair with her mother's best friend's son leaves Indiana on the verge of brea...
Waking up this morning, I didn't expect to be where I am right at this moment. Fitted in a tight red dress and shaking this fine piece of ass on the dancefloor, trying to pass the time as I await company.
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I'm at club Fetish, and as the name suggests it's a kinky club. I've been here a few times for a "walk on the other side" and I've met some very adventurous people...
After my hit and ditch good for nothing boyfriend left me a year back, I've been exploring new things and this just became one I actually liked.
Like mother, like daughter I guess.
Grabbing chunks of my wig, I flip the hair over my shoulder as I start feeling myself on the dancefloor. My body moves on its own accord and my ass shakes with each turn and flick of my tiny waist.
... Let's dance like we're making love, love, love...
As Ciara sings, my eyes scan the crowd watching people fall slaves to the rhythm as I have. My hands raise above my head and I fling my hips to the side. Not a minute later, I gasp as I feel his body move behind mine.
Gotcha... I mentally smirk.
Emphasizing my movements, I gyrate my small body on his larger one. I nestle my hands in his hair rotating my hips on his eager groin and he trails my broad hips with his fingers, sending shivers up my spine.
I could always tell when he was near, call it a sixth sense. I felt his presence as he sat at the bar and it's what compelled me to hit the dancefloor. I didn't want to go to him, I wanted him to come to me. I wanted the satisfaction of knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him... and I wanted him a lot.
He grabs my wrists holding them above my head as his hand rests on my stomach, pressing my body on his. I continue to move against him, loving the way our bodies moved in sync.
The chemistry between our bodies is unparalleled. It's been this way since our childhood days.
He releases one of my hands spinning me and pulling me towards his hard body. I look up at him with those beautiful blue-green eyes that hold my breath captive. His hand grabs a chunk of my ass as I sway and I grin running my hand against his crotch.
"Hey fella, I don't think we've met before," I say teasingly putting on my best Texan accent. "The name's Kate and you?"
He takes in my new appearance, his hands running through my auburn hair but gaze glued to my hazel eyes. Smirking, he plays along gripping my neck and my knees go weak.
He knows that's my weak spot.
"Dylan," he states huskily.
He uses his thumb to rub my jugular and my eyes close momentarily, shallow breaths leaving my lips. His body presses against mine and I can feel every muscle, every bulge... His body heat invites me in and I place my hand on his chest, glancing at him once more.
