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The Perfect Amount of Right and Wrong

 
I can feel her eyes burning into my skin from across the bar, her thoughts racing wildly. The loud music fades to a distant murmur as our eyes lock. I can hear only her thoughts. In her mind she’s undressing me slowly. She starts with a brush of my hair that sends chills down my spine.  
 
She places her hand on the strap of my dress and with an effortless stroke she pulls it down. I can feel her breath on my back. I’m instantly mesmerized by the intoxicating smell of her perfume and the rhythm of her breathing. She leans in and places her plump lips on my skin, while making her way to my second strap.  
 
One, two, three tender kisses to my back and down goes my dress zipper. The air from the wide open room hitting my bare skin gives me chills. She’s in front of me now, staring the way she always does. Only this time instead of thoughts running wild, it’s her hands. They start at my collar bone, tenderly moving along the outline and I can feel my breath picking up.  
 
She finds her way to my breasts and my nipples come to life underneath her fingertips. The moisture from her mouth sends a shock through my body and I let out a gasp. She smiles and lays me on the bed where she intensively studies every hidden crevasse on my body. Her hands, her mouth, her fingers in and around every curve that make up my silhouette.  
 
A sensational yet overwhelming wave starts at my toes and works its way through my whole body. I passionately let out a scream I’ve never heard before.  
 
She slowly lifts her mouth from my pulsating clit. She takes her left index finger, brightly polished in ruby red then wipes her rose colored lips.  
 
Instantly I’m crashing back to reality as I can faintly hear the music picking up. I’m flushed. She walks over to me from across the bar with a hunger in her eyes that I know all too well, because I’ve had that same hunger since I saw her walk in.  
 
She smiles and places her silk smooth hand on my shoulder as she leans in and whispers “let’s get out of here.” I have this compelling need to follow her. I take her hand and follow that round ass all the way to euphoria. That’s what being with her feels like, the perfect amount of right and wrong.
Written by _Chelb
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