1. Love Off The Dance Floor - Part One


    Date: 3/11/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: SugarKitten, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    annoyance. "Having a bad night?" "Yeah—it's hectic in here... not to mention, my head's pounding like a jackhammer." "Sorry to hear that." I paused as she shifted her tray, the beer bottles almost toppling. "Can you tell me who's dancing next?" I asked as she steadied the tray with her hand. I felt I was pushing it, but I didn't care. "Can't help you there. I wouldn't know. I'll be back with your drink. A cooler, right?" "I..." Before I could respond, the woman was already gone, taking orders from a table of rowdy men. "Bitch" was at the tip of my tongue. I held myself in check remembering why I was there. I had to meet the dancer I'd come to know online. I smiled as I thought of her and the passionate nights we'd shared. This single, fun-loving woman was bi, and she had brought out tendencies I never knew existed. I was no longer close-minded to the bi-world—I wanted to be a part of it. I watched the stage, filled with anticipation. The nervousness I'd felt earlier was replaced with unbearable excitement. I couldn't sit still as the music started with a slow, tantalizing tune. Its tempo increased when they called out her name. Moments later she appeared under a new onslaught of lights accompanied by cheers from the audience. Serena. She was no longer just a picture or words on a screen. She was very real. Breathless, I admired the face I knew so well. Her features were striking, her high cheekbones flattering dark green eyes and a nose that was almost perfect. Beneath, ...
    luscious lips in the deepest shade of red turned upward in a smile. As her head tilted back, long auburn hair swept behind her, the gleaming strands wild and free. I was spellbound. She began her dance, enticing the men with her voluptuous curves. She swayed to the music, letting herself go to the rhythmic beat. Her style was uniquely her own, capturing the full attention of her audience. She swept them away, taking them into another realm of time. Nothing else mattered when she was up there. My heart fluttered as she danced across the stage floor. She moved effortlessly, her steps keeping time to the music. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was a vision in her black lingerie. A vision I wanted to touch, to hold. I longed to feel her body next to mine. Her lips, her gentle caress... Burning heat ravaged my body when she started to strip off the silky material. Her skin glistened as the delicate garment slipped down, pooling beneath her feet. She kicked it aside, not caring where it landed. Dressed in only a thong, she flaunted her breasts in front of them. Her expression held a smile of playfulness, luring the men into her seductive world. They were captivated. So was I. Dazzled, I watched her performance. I drank her in like a fine wine, a rare delicacy savored on my lips. Warmth filled my belly. I was nourished by her, left in a tipsy state of passion. I was submerged in her nudity. Her breasts were full, their ivory tones obscured in a golden glow. Pale nipples accented the ...
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