The Prayer
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,070
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Stranger
She danced without ceasing, the movements automatic and yet they centered her in a way that few things in her life could. She could feel the stranger’s eyes on her, and a soft smile pulled at her crimson lips. So many watched she couldn’t keep track some days. But none approached unless she beckoned. She lost herself to the music, her mouth sometimes moved in silent prayer or the lyrics of the song as her body swayed.
The sinuous strains of A Perfect Circle’s The Noose poured out over the loudspeakers. This song was one of her favorites. The DJ must have spotted her down on the floor and put it on. She tossed her head back and smiled up at the box in appreciation, then closed her eyes and danced. She danced for a long time without stopping, and then finally headed for the bar when her dry mouth begged for mercy.
She caught the scent of cloves just a split second before a calloused hand slid along the back of her neck and into her hair. Her spine straightened and she turned; but before her mouth could open the stranger’s thumb moved in a small circle along the base of her skull and shot sparks of pleasure rippling through her.
His eyes were nearly black, and they smoldered deep in their hidden depths. Without a word she allowed him to lead her off the dance floor and into the shadows of the club. The alcove was deserted, and nearly black with lack of light, the occasional flash of a strobe the only illumination. He had her back against the brick wall, pinned between the rough stones and his leg in an instant. His other hand slid inexplicably easily down the front of her pants and found her wet pussy.
She moaned brokenly as he thrust two, no three, fingers into her and her hands came up to cup the back of his head. She dragged his mouth to her throat, bared in supplication to him as he slowly and deliberately fucked her with his hand. She felt the throb of the base through the walls and it reverberated through her entire body until she could barely breathe. She moaned again, and thrust her hips against his hand, feeling the heel of his hand pressed to her clit.
The music changed to something frantically techno, and she shuddered as he bit down gently on the side of her neck, the walls of her pussy contracted around his fingers. He whispered against her ear in a language she didn’t understand and traced his tongue around the outer curve as the pad of one finger found the swollen ridge of her G-spot. She gasped and rocked more desperately and he obliged her by pressing his hand against her clit and rubbing her faster and faster. She cried out, her voice lost in the rage of music and her eyes flew open to be assailed with spots and flashes of color. She couldn’t be sure if they were from the orgasm that shook her or the lights of the club.
©kbwagers2003
The sinuous strains of A Perfect Circle’s The Noose poured out over the loudspeakers. This song was one of her favorites. The DJ must have spotted her down on the floor and put it on. She tossed her head back and smiled up at the box in appreciation, then closed her eyes and danced. She danced for a long time without stopping, and then finally headed for the bar when her dry mouth begged for mercy.
She caught the scent of cloves just a split second before a calloused hand slid along the back of her neck and into her hair. Her spine straightened and she turned; but before her mouth could open the stranger’s thumb moved in a small circle along the base of her skull and shot sparks of pleasure rippling through her.
His eyes were nearly black, and they smoldered deep in their hidden depths. Without a word she allowed him to lead her off the dance floor and into the shadows of the club. The alcove was deserted, and nearly black with lack of light, the occasional flash of a strobe the only illumination. He had her back against the brick wall, pinned between the rough stones and his leg in an instant. His other hand slid inexplicably easily down the front of her pants and found her wet pussy.
She moaned brokenly as he thrust two, no three, fingers into her and her hands came up to cup the back of his head. She dragged his mouth to her throat, bared in supplication to him as he slowly and deliberately fucked her with his hand. She felt the throb of the base through the walls and it reverberated through her entire body until she could barely breathe. She moaned again, and thrust her hips against his hand, feeling the heel of his hand pressed to her clit.
The music changed to something frantically techno, and she shuddered as he bit down gently on the side of her neck, the walls of her pussy contracted around his fingers. He whispered against her ear in a language she didn’t understand and traced his tongue around the outer curve as the pad of one finger found the swollen ridge of her G-spot. She gasped and rocked more desperately and he obliged her by pressing his hand against her clit and rubbing her faster and faster. She cried out, her voice lost in the rage of music and her eyes flew open to be assailed with spots and flashes of color. She couldn’t be sure if they were from the orgasm that shook her or the lights of the club.
©kbwagers2003