Dark Fantasy

The sway of her hips spoke of dark desire.  The black leather boots with their spiked heels drove into your groin with each step.  The black leather mini skirt barely covered an ass that begged to be spanked or kissed, with the leather just barely covering those globes of flesh.  There were zippers on each side of the skirt, such  sweet temptation.  Her smooth abdomen was taut and rose to breasts that swayed gently with each step.  Those breasts were encased in scarlet red leather with a zipper between the mounds of flesh that kept the scarlet leather barely covering those nipples almost peeking over the top.  Sharp definition to her shoulders showed that she worked out as did the firmness of her thighs exposed between the black boots and leather miniskirt.  She had a strong neck and she carried herself like a queen.  She hands were tensile strength and her forearms were coiled strength.  Her face was another story.  Firm jaw, full lush lips, high cheek bones.  Eyes of the darkest blue rimmed in gray, that reminded you of storm clouds.  Her blood red hair held nothing of nature but worked to frame the whole picture that took you to your darkest fantasy in a split second.

She walked with great confidence and an eroticism that oozed sensuality.  There was a hint of coolness surrounding her. All that sensuousness simmering, begging to be lit to a flame that would surely burn.  Her gaze roamed restlessly over the environment, settling here and there but seeming to find it lacking.   She entered the room and the very air seemed to still.  A void of silence emanated from her and then shattered into a million minute pieces when she took a deep breath and strode forward.  Her sleek stride pulled something deep inside and a coil of need slowly unfurled.  Her panther-like grace called to a primal urge.  Something dark slithered deep inside when I watched her.  Her elusion of stillness was caught with the vibrancy of her eyes. She slid onto a stool at the bar and the bartender came over and got her order.  Interested to see what she would be drinking I continued to watch her from my dark corner.   A tumbler of amber liquid arrived a small smile crossed my lips, glancing down at my own amber liquid.  Closing my fingers around my tumbler, I slowly brought it to  my lips and gave a silent  salute to the sultry prize sitting at my bar.

It didn’t take long before a man sidled up beside her and tried his tactics.  She glanced at him and merely shook her head no.  He tried to press his intentions and she looked at him with her cool gaze and after the second attempt he shrugged and walked off.  A small smile slide on my mouth as I watched her, gauging her game.  The next guy took a bit offense at her rebuff but got the message when she turned to him and gave him her full glacial stare.  One could see that she meant what she said.

With a her loose-limbed grace she slid to her feet and strolled out on to the dance floor. The music was a hard pounding rock and she swayed and ground her hips to the beat with no hesitation in her attitude or intentions. No human being would ever wonder what was on her mind.  From the sway of her breasts beneath the leather and the peaked nipples pressing against their confinement, to the thrust of her hips to the beat of the music.  The sweat glistening on her face and the rivulets running down between her breasts.  I watched with candid amazement as she danced, for carnal lust had never looked more pagan.  The slide of the leather across her hips and the dim light reflecting off of her boots.  The sheen of sweat on her thighs as she moved and swayed to the music and her arms undulating and pulling her blood red hair up off of her neck to  catch an errant breeze.  All thoughts flew from the mind and centered low in the belly. Raw, sensual, carnal, and pagan were the thoughts that flitted through the  mind watching her rotate her hips and thrust them to the beat of the music.  Slowly people around the floor paused in their own gyrations to watch her. Her dark winsome beauty calling to the beast inside every man and woman, clawing and screaming to get out and meet her as she danced.  As the song came to an end, the suspended silence seemed to bounce off of the walls and then as she turned, the spell was broken and everyone spoke and the volume in the room returned to normal.

Gliding back to the spot she had at the bar, she tipped the glass of whiskey to her lips and watching her sensual throat working as she swallowed was pretty damn erotic.  She put the glass down and got the bartender’s attention and ordered another.  A couple of would-be dates cruised by slowly and she paid them little heed.  Her agenda was her own.  I watched a drop of sweat slip sensuously down her cheek and then course down her swan-like neck to pool in the sexy valley of her clavicle.  I wanted to lick that little pool right then and there, and smirked as I took another sip of my whiskey.  The bartender came over with another whiskey and pointed down to the other end of the bar where a patron had purchased her beverage.  She shook her head in a negative and slid the tumbler back at the bartender.  She gazed down at the end of the bar where the bartender and the patron conversed and I saw the hint of a smile creep across her lips and then disappear.  Clearly her game was not in conquering or perhaps in even being conquered but shooting down those who dared to try.  I felt the swirl of dark desire slowly unfurl and took a deep breath.

In my mind I saw her coming over to me and me reaching up and grabbing her by the neck and  holding her for my kiss.  My mouth molding over hers and my tongue plunging in and taking possession.  As her breathing increased, I pull back and look into her eyes and see passion glazing them.  I reach down and through her leather bodice massage and squeeze her breast until I hear her soft moan.  I pull her closer to me until she is standing between my thighs and a hand roams down her curves until I cup her ass and haul her closer to me.  My hand creeping down the dangerous crease of her ass and  trailing along until she starts to squirm.  Wedging my leg between her thighs, I force her to spread her legs wider and smell the faint intoxicating scent of heated arousal.  She tries to push me away and  I release her neck to hold her face in my grip.  “Tonight, tonight you are mine.” I tell her in a whisper. Leaning forward my lips and teeth course up and down her neck.  I hear her hesitant breaths as she tries to keep her moans locked inside.  Working one hand around to the front of that sexy mini skirt, my hand roams slowly up underneath it until the heat of her arousal is evident through the tiny scrap of  silk covering her so intimately.  My finger rubs slowly up and down, along the crease, that the tiny silk tries to cover.  The moisture gathering there soon has the silk essentially wet. I slid the scrap of silk aside and my finger glides slickly through the gathering moisture. Slowly I run my finger up and down, staying away from that small bundle of nerve endings that will surely cause more than a groan to escape from those tightly closed lips.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, draining my glass, I ponder the delights in front of me.  So many choices.  The bartender shoots me an inquiring glance and I shake my head no.  Standing up and taking a quick look around to make sure everything is as it should be.  Rolling my shoulders I saunter around the back of the bar, stopping to chat with patrons and those needing a bit of my attention.  Looking into pools of darkness here and there and smiling. I was one damn lucky person and I knew it.  Feeling a hand grab mine I pause in my reverie, turn and smile. One of the barmaids whispers in my ear and I nod my assent.  Continuing my circuitous route I roll up to the woman at the bar, slowing down as I gauge her response.  She turns slowly and glances my way and a small smile plays about her lips.

With three feet separating us, I glance at her and quirk my eyebrow and a dirty smile plays on my lips.  She sensuously slides off of her perch and the full impact of all that sex in leather and booted heels drives straight to my groin and I feel it like a punch.  She stands there for precious moments and then takes those steps that brings her within a breath of me.  Feeling the heat from her body and smelling her tantalizing aroma wrapping around me, I flex my fingers and wait.  Watching her closely, I see her pupils dilate and sense her growing excitement and see her nipples pucker with desire underneath her leather top.  The passion oozing from her has its effect on me.  Every cell inside me responds to the driving need to be in her and around her, driving her over the edge and having her shatter in my arms.  My glance roams down her body, noting the pulse beating rapidly at that vulnerable spot on her neck.  Seeing her hand slowly raise up until she touches my face and I reach out and snag her waist and bring her those few inches until she is up against me like a second skin.  Her head snaps back as she looks at me, and I feel her hips grind against me.  Her hand snakes up between us and she tweaks my nipple and it stands up at her touch and I groan.  Her hand strays down and she presses between my thighs and I’m instantly wet.  I lean forward and nip her neck and then kissing my way up to her ear, I whisper.. “Ready to go home baby?”