Sunday morning and Greg lay cuddled behind Elle in the bed. Sunlight slipped into the room past the blinds, giving a dim illumination to the dark green walls and black furniture. The computer alarm kicked in with some Nik Kershaw doing an acoustic version of “Wouldn’t It Be Good” that wafted from the speakers. Only a top sheet was left …
Elle pulled her dress on and danced slightly to help it fall straight. It did not work, so Greg stepped up behind to help…sort of. He straightened the waistband of it and then lifted the skirt. “What are you doing?” His answer was one hand on her hip and the other pushing between her shoulder blades in the international symbol …
Elle’s eyes widened as the tiny brunette danced around the golden pole and the crowd clapped along. The tiny brunette…well, she was usually brunette and currently pseudonymed as Carla Clitoris…was one of the receptionists at the club. At the moment, she wore a Foxy Cleopatra style wig and nothing more than a gold sparkly thong and pasties. Greg and Elle …
Author’s note…this post came as result of me going to our swingers club with The Fellatio Project in mind…a few helped inspire this, and specific thanks goes to Nine, Hazel, Shy…something about those Peter Gabriel tunes, whether from his Genesis era or not, and how they kick the ass of Jackson tunes… and of course Elle “Is she bi?” “I told …
Greg watched as her tongue circled the tip before her lips posted just enough to take it inside her mouth. The liquid in the clear glass bottle slowly vanished as Elle drank. A grin around the long neck formed, knowing Greg was watching her and knowing her task for the evening. Pulling Elle to the dance floor, he put his …
Greg padded through the carpeted corridor in his bare feet. Each foot fall involved sidestepping someone in the darkness. Couples wandering through or simply standing against the wall while they did their business in nothing more than towels…though often in something much less. The back area of the club was very dark with only select lighting in some psychedelic feeling …
The 800th post on this site…and at last check, in 30 months, my writing on this site (and the writing of the guests that have honored me by allowing me to share their words here) has been viewed 80,000 times. Wow. That’s really all I have at the moment. I am mid-move, so a bit limited in creative thought, at …
Second star to the left…and straight on ’til morning…Greg thought as the heavy dance music bass lapped at his ears and the Black Eyed Peas claimed they had a feeling. He sat on a bench made of peach fabric wearing nothing but a towel. Although, even that was strong as the towel was open and nothing was hidden. People mingled …