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It’s a thick, sticky liquid. Red. Tastes vaguely of cherry or strawberry. It
coats the back of my throat, and slides the rest of the way to my stomach were
it becomes a hot little ball. The ball slowly expands, relaxing me. I feel like
I could just sit down and let this guy do what ever he wants to me. There’s a
bean bag chair. Pow. It’s warm.

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He’s looking at my face again. I can feel it. That desire thing. He need only
communicate it with me. I can feel the music beating. No way to talk. The bass
drum is in my lungs. It makes my sweater vibrate. It even makes my box humm.
box!? I would never say that.

He’s got a bulge in his pants. Looks bit bigger than average. It’s like a
snake, slowly uncoiling. With each gyration, it moves up a bit more. mmm i
would like to hold that… To gently cress it. Blow my hot breath across it.
Run my hands back past his balls, grab his but and pull it towards my face.
Grrrr! I want this guy, who ever he is. I don’t care. I don’t care about Rip,
I don’t care about Jamie getting a ride home, and I don’t care about AIDS.

His home is bare. He must go to the club often as he lives only two blocks
away. The idea of the many others pleasured by him excites me. His experienced
fingers, mouth, the way he will rub against my body. Wait, here he comes …
with a drink.

I can imagine them grabbing me. They are large meaty ones. That of a
construction worker, perhaps. On my breasts, grabbing, pulling, gently
twisting. A caressing hand down from my neck across one of my breasts and down
a leg. Back up the inside of a leg and gently across the hair covering my sex.
Just a tease. I [...]

Yikes! Eye contact. I’m locked. I can feel a flood of heat into my face. Good
thing the strobe lights, etc. don’t show anything. He looks around at the dance
floor. At Jamie. Why did he do that? Back at me. Oh my! He’s coming over.
He’s asking me to dance!

It’s one of Madona’s songs: Vogue. My god, look at that body move. I can
already see it undressed. To wrap his legs around me, to feel him inside me.
Geez! I haven’t though of anything like this since college! What would Rip
say? Furious. I can imagine the yelling match. Tough. If he’s off on a
business trip, well, I’m going to have some fun. And his hands.