Hoping all lovers of erotica had a most Happy Thanksgiving.
One of the short, short pieces I read at the salon in June of 2008. Contemporary work.
Lap Dance ‚2003 by Jill
The petite blonde pulled my knees apart, drivingher lithe, lean body between them and driving a wedge between my inhibitionsand my need.¬† Swaying to the music, she pressed into me, giggling,”Let’s give them a show.”
My tongue slid between her breasts, up herneck.¬† Dropping to her knees, pulling me forward, she forced her face upmy skirt.¬† My head went back, my hips arched upward.¬† Every man inthe club applauded, waving bills in the air, drowning out my screams.
Only we could taste the truth, the essence of myclimax evident in her final kiss.