Revised and corrected edition of: "The Fantasy"

I felt in the mood for a little erotica. Have fun bloggers!

She enters the club. Not knowing quite what to expect, but knowing she's here to unlock something inside her. Something that keeps screaming to be unleashed. She casually sits at the bar and scans the room. Nothing unusual that sings out. An older gentleman across the bar, nursing a beer obviously avoiding going home to the nagging wife. A few guys across the bar as one smiles at her while he brings his crown and coke to his lips. . She watches the other girls as they walk about the club. Their shirts all cut low and hugging their bodies tightly. They wear slacks and dresses that show off their bait of bare thighs and breasts to their potential catches. Some have already succeeded and huddle with their prey at their tables wrapped in each others arms. Their lips heatedly connected. She sits their wondering 'what the hell am I here for?'

She forgoes the slacks or dresses as their a part or her required everyday bait and instead sits in her favorite blue jeans that she thinks hugs her apple bottomed ass in all the right places. Her shirt is lowered, but not to revealing as she is not yet ready to give up all of her ladiness and inhibitions. Not here. Not now. Not yet. But then why is it she's here?

She gazes across the crowded room to the dance floor where she hears the music pumping loudly through the air. Then she notices him. There in the midst of all the women swaying their bodies to the music... he's there. What she's seen in the midst of her fantasies as she sits at work. What she's heard screaming from inside her. Why she's here. Lust. Pure. Simple. Heated Lust.

He's athletically built, taller than she. His eyes penetrating and a smile that emits the utmost confidence. She watches as he glides his partner around the dance floor. Pulling her close to him and then spinning her out. He catches her right as she spins to pull her back to him. In complete control and rhythm he moves her to the music. An erotic scene danced between the two of them as the music pumps throughout their bodies. He places his hand on her hip as they sway. He moves her with such grace, with such ease.

So there at the bar she watches the scene unfolding. She bites her lip and grabs her drink a little tighter. Envious of the girl on the dance floor. Envious not of the girl herself but of the way he touches her. Envious of the look he gives her. Envious of the way he makes her look like she's the only one that matters at that very moment. She licks her lips while wishing she was that girl. Just for that moment.

The music ends and the man releases his partner. He walks to the bar right next to wear she sits. He leans in to the young female bartender who giggles as he places his order and the scent of him catches the lady sitting. The hint of his cologne filling through her pores as she imagines the sweet smell engulfing her body.

He takes the drink from the bartender and turns to her. He smiles, says 'hello' and all she can do is smile. How can she tell him she wants to feel his body wrapped completely around hers. How can she tell him his smell is driving her wild. How can she tell him she wants to feel his lips pressed to hers.

'Who are you here with' he asks her. She looks around. Is he talking to her? He asks again 'Who are you here with?' She replies 'no one' and he casually says 'well then, maybe I'll see you on the dance floor.' She accepts the invitation graciously 'sure, maybe.' and watches him disappear into the sea of people...

Later as she still sips her drink she spots him on the dance floor. He looks up to the bar and motions for her to join him. Hesitantly she gets up and moves out to the floor, mesmerized by his enticement.... I'll leave out the details here :)

Later...

...She steps into the room as her heart flutters in excitement. Her breast clearly seen through the pink, lace chemise. Her nipples hard with anticipation as she walks to the bed where he calmly lays propped up on the pillows reclining into the headboard. That smile. That lust emanating smile. Those eyes. Those penetrating eyes. He motions for her to come. She accepts the invitation and moves toward him.

She crawls onto the bed where he draws her toward him. He pulls her lips toward his and presses them softly to hers. His lips part hers and he descends his tongue across them. The passion presses his lips tighter, harder to hers. He places his hands gently upon her waist and pulls her up so she is on her knees before him. She hesitantly pauses as if she can not believe what he is doing. He places his hands upon her bottom and pulls her close to him. He stokes his tongue across her thighs as he presses her closer. She grabs the head board as his tongue slides between her. His tongue glides in arousing strokes as he holds her to him.

He slips inside of her to which She moans with pleasure as she feels the warmth of his tongue. The gentle licks. He places his mouth around her as he sucks in her pearl while swaying his tongue across, She holds the headboard tighter from the shear pleasure but he pushes her back all the while holding her closely between his lips. She leans back, her hips still arched forward and he takes her even harder into his mouth. His tongue moving fiercely. Her body tightens and she arches fiercely towards him as she surrenders in complete ecstasy.... He travels to her lips. Kissing her passionately, stopping along her thighs, hip, stomach, breast.

He pushes up towards her and kneeling, presses between her lips. She slips her legs from the bed to kneel between his legs. Her tongue wet as she tastes him between her lips. Her mouth pulses and pulls to and fro as the pressure of him tightens against her. She strokes him deep inside her mouth. Her tongue entwining around him. She glides his manhood from between her lips and slides her tongue below him. Taking his quiver into her mouth, her tongue slowly licks.... she glides her tongue back up his shaft and engulfs him deep into her again. The steady sucking makes her moan as she pulls him closer. Wanting to have even more of him within her. The thought makes her head rock even faster, taking him even harder, with even more intensity....

Okay...that's all folks. I can't tell the whole thing. Now that just wouldn't be right. Besides. Economics test is calling my name.