Fucking Masturbation Music

A Proposition

I went dancing last night. St. Patrick’s Day Eve, in a new city, and my friends and I weren’t ready for bed after dinner.

I nursed a drink for a while, listening to the live band. I wasn’t loose enough yet to let myself go. As a group, we listened and enjoyed the music.

Once the band went on a break and the DJ took over, the evening shifted. Black Eyed Peas, 50 Cent, Flo Rida – all of it blasted through the club, and I began to move, not caring that I danced alone, knowing a few eyes watched me. The virtue of having a round ass and generous hips means that once I began to move them to the rhythm, someone will always watch.

This night, the someone was part of our crew. On and off for over two hours, we danced together. I would grind my ass into his cock. Several times, I rode his leg, arm lightly draped around his neck.

The last dance of the night lasted hours or moments, I don’t know. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me into his pelvis. We moved with the music. In another place, I would have been riding his cock instead of dancing. I felt my body heat up and my mouth become dry. What was happening?

The song ended and we pulled apart as if nothing had happened. But I knew I felt his fingers dig into my hips and his hand stroke my ass while we moved. I felt his fingers find my skin under my shirt just above my jeans. I walked out of the club on wobbly legs, exhausted from dancing for two hours, shaky from the heat our dancing created.

We came back to our hotel in separate cabs. I wasn’t too concerned about seeing him or hearing from him again. A new friend, a fun dance partner, but still no one in my inner circle.

He messaged me – wanting to finish what we started on the dance floor. I flirted back and forth but then admitted, I don’t fuck people I just met. He said he didn’t want a relationship. I said I didn’t either. He said we should finish what we started. I replied that I wish I could, I wished I was the type of woman who did that. Deep down, I knew I would eventually regret it if I let him into my room – whether because he might talk to other colleagues or because I would feel like I betrayed myself, maybe both.

I told him I would kick myself later, but I can’t fuck people I don’t know. He messaged back that I must have incredible fingers.

He has no idea.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, an opinionated marketer, and speaker. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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