At the club

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imagine you're at a club on the dance floor. you're tall and wearing heels, your short dress showing off your long legs.

as you're dancing with your friends, you can't help but feel eyes on you. you look around and your eyes land on a very attractive man sitting down.

he's wearing black pants, a grey jacket and white shirt. his hair looks soft and fluffy and he has some stubble on his face. he has a sharp jawline. you can't help but melt a little at the sight of him.

then your eyes look up to his eyes and you realize that he's already been staring at you.

your heart skips but you turn back to your friends like you hardly noticed, laughing with them and dancing with them as you feel his eyes still glued to you.

Eventually your friends walk away but you decide to hang back.

you immediately go order yourself two drinks and confidently strut over to him.

his eyes seem to bug out a little as he watches you walk closer.

"care for a drink?" you ask casually standing in front of him.

you place the drink in his hand, your fingers brushing against his.

he looks up at you and it's then when you see how blue his eyes are.

he's completely charming and he's staring at you, somewhat awestruck.

"i couldn't help notice you staring at me while i was over there," you said after the silence remained.

"yeah...you must be used to it, a gorgeous girl like yourself," he said smoothly.

but you kept confidence and suddenly found the courage to pull him to his feet.

"Dance with me, handsome," you said in the sexiest voice possible.

"With pleasure," he replied, setting down his drink and yours, heading out to the dance floor.

his hands grabbed your waist immediately as the two of you swayed with the music, his body moving against yours. and then he was leaning in, burying his face into your hair, his lips landing on your neck.

He kissed along your neck, pulling your hips against his with his hands as his lips moved, goosebumps trailing everywhere he went as you breathed heavily.

And then his lips were crashing into yours with desire as your hands gripped his face.

His lips pressed hungrily against yours until you pulled away, breathless, "You wanna go somewhere more private?" He grinned.

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