She and I may never forget [MF]

Yeah so this one time me and my best friend met up to go to this dance at her school. This was like 3 years ago so she still really loved dancing and I didn’t because this was back when I had no type of rhythm. I forgot what I was wearing but I definitely remember she was wearing this green dress that was a tight fit around her slender body and stopped right at the middle of her thighs. It would literally hike up every time she walked so I don’t know how she planned to dance and grind on me all night without flashing everyone in the room. Luckily she wore panties but based off how the night ended, I’m sure she wished she didn’t.

On our way to her school, I ran into my old friend from middle school and his girlfriend. No, not that kind of story. I felt lucky to have run into him and didn’t hesitate to take the chance to catch up with him. My dumbass didn’t even notice how annoyed my best friend was that I forgot we were supposed to go dancing. Apparently my pal and his girl did. Anyways all four of us end up eating at this discount Chinese restaurant. Had some laughs, had some noodles that were nuked with garlic and saigon, then we headed back home.

Love Making from Start to Finish [oral] [sex] [MF]

I’m kissing you for what seems like hours as I softly press my knee in between your legs applying enough pressure to add a level of discomfort yet provide clitoral stimulation. Then I start kissing you more wildly as our bodies get in tune with one another and I slip my long fingers into your panties which are already damp. You want to tell me to stop but you’re so horny that the only sound your body can produce in your ecstasy are your moans that you can’t hold back. I keep rubbing my fingers on your pussy, playing with it, toying with it, and poking at it so I could get to learn every cubic inch of your dripping lips all while making sure to pleasure you. You keep grabbing at my hard back as if you were going to fall off a cliff, but that only makes me want to finger you harder and faster. Your moans turn into screams and as my fingers are dancing inside your hot and wet pussy I find new ways to get you going. I press up against your walls, stick in three fingers, and play with your clit.

Elbows Pointed Outwards [MF] [Fdom] [Msub] [mast]

For myself, I dance whenever I get the chance. It is my arty and my passion, on the weekends from 6pm – 12am it is my gift to the boys. My name is Amnésia, but the men with the rings on their fingers know me only by how much money they “blew” on me after meeting me once. When I wasn’t dancing, how much they blew on me matched how long I blew them. Pleasuring others never satisfied me, fuck them. The men who give me slaps on my ass or treat my nipples as eyes only remind me of other men I’m glad have left my life. I don’t only blame men, I tried women too, but they are too sensual and caring when they make love. I live on the stage not as an entertainer, but as a woman waiting to be entertained. The stress my job gives is worth it when I finally get to dance for myself and my fingers get to dance inside me. I thought I’d have to keep dancing alone until one guy walked out of the workplace and into my life. Him walking out on my performance was a huge offense to me, didn’t care what woman this little shit had to run along to. I left my “office” and flagged him down. “Yo, white boy!” I screamed.