I felt alive like never before, walking into the nightclub. Big Daddy was a hulking presence by my side, strong enough to protect me from anything–or anyone–that came my way. I felt his heavy hand on my hip, and electricity between us that seemed like it might spark into something wild. We danced, sweating together, surrounded by the glow of other couples and strangers longing for a night of adventure. The night was filled with possibility.
Browsing: disco
The heat was palpable as we melted into one. Dancing, touching, licking, biting, thrusting our hips against each other as our sweat poured onto one another. The music pulsing into us as we flittered around each other, climaxing together one final time in the disco lights. Pure ecstasy.
Sweat dripped off our bodies as our hips moved in sync with the pounding bass, our fingertips barely grazing as we settled into a sea of electric desire. Our lips were just a whisper apart as we explored each other, mouths pressed and tongues intertwined. The heat grew with every beat. Tonight, we felt alive.
The hot and humid air was intoxicating. The room pulsed with the heavy beat of the music and the heat of my desire. As we danced closer on the shrouded floor, it felt like the hottest of secrets we could never tell. His hand grazing my chest just before his lips tasted mine was enough to spark a fire inside my soul. I longed to have him, and my need for him only grew stronger as the night went on.
He had no idea the night he walked into the throbbing heart of the disco would lead him to such pleasures. His eyes had just settled on the tribal throb of the dance floor when an age-old hunger swept through him: the dreamy promise of a passionate encounter, under the neon pulsing, or, more likely, at the nights end – the thrill of raw, erotic exploration.