Frustration rolls through me, I’ve been here for hours. My body is aching and I know there is no end in sight. Deciding to take a break, slowly I walk over to my phone and switch off the music tormenting me, finding instead a new favorite.
Sighing, I stand at the bar, hoping that a little stretching will help. Rolling my neck I close my eyes and let the first throaty notes work through me.
Slowly I drag my pointe shoe up the back of my calf and thigh, letting it come to rest gently on the bar next to me. Leaning over I rest my forehead on my shin listening to the music, aching as I remember last night.
You had been rough, needing me to submit willingly, as you gripped my breasts…pinching the nipple till it stood on end begging for more. Showing you what my mouth refused to say. What I felt unworthy of telling you I needed.
Almost as if you had stepped from my mind I feel you slide a hand around my waist. Your scent is intoxicating.
“Its almost 2am, shouldn’t you be sliding down my bar?”