“So…” Shane and I faced each other outside of the club. For the last hour he was at my side, his hands never leaving my waist. As we danced, I could feel the hardening of his dick, and his lips against the nape of my neck as I grinded against him. I could assume that I had wheeled him in, but we had played this game once before, and things didn’t go my way. I showed a friendly smile, hoping he’d ask if he could accompany me home. “Are you taking a cab home?” He asked. I hid my disappointment. Please don’t do this to me again. “Yes.” His brown eyes glanced around. He wanted to say something. Just spill it already God damn it. “Do you want a ride instead? I parked around the corner.” I blinked, showing a full grin. Finally, things are going my way. “Sure.” “Hey, I want to apologize for Matt.” This was the first thing Shane said to me once we found ourselves on the road. Matt, who was that again? Right, his bad kissing and rude friend. Jesus. Raine, you seem to be off your game

A few minutes later Shane's entire body was relaxed. We were comfortable with each other’s nudity and touches. We continued with the same position that we started with in the living room. I was on top, my palms flat on the cushion behind him as I brought my ass up and dropped it low, burying him deep inside of me. This was a good position for me, because at least I could continue to control the speed and the movements. Slow, I had to remind myself. Take it slow. I leaned forward more, resting my forehead against his. I took a deep breath, smelling the hint of alcohol against his lips. While I rocked my hips, I took in his looks. He was handsome, something a little delicate in his face. His eyes were closed tightly, it surprised me. You’d think he’d want to see, catch a glimpse of my body, explore it, but his hands rested on my hips. Was he afraid to move them? Suddenly, his eyes popped open. I gasped out of surprise, as our eyes locked. How long was I staring? And why is he staring at

I took the time to get together with my friends for drinks. I hadn’t expected to do hunting. Not today. The last few months I had been bringing home men left and right. If I kept this up I would be looking for a different city to live in, and the true definition of hoe would be my name. I needed to pace myself. The best way was to keep myself busy. So dinner and drinks it was. Andre and Alisha could be great distractions, except when they were talking about their successful weekends. “I met a guy,” Andre had started, his hands placed above the square table we occupied. He sat up straight, a tight smile on his round face and eyes rolling around as if he couldn’t believe that he had such a catch. Alisha and I were eager to hear the story. It wasn’t very often that Andre was open to sharing his romantic life, he just seemed to live through ours. “He’s a good guy.” “And what makes you say that? His package?” Alisha croaked, tossing her red hair back over her shoulder, as she threw bac

"Right…well… These models are missing something. Fun. I don't know about you, but when I go out for the night, that's what I'm looking for." I watched as a new model made her way onto the set. She was tall and gorgeous. Her legs stretched on for miles and she had beautiful bronze skin. Her hair was long and had a lot of volume. She wore a lengthy tight black dress. "Shawn, stay with me." I ordered. He nodded, camera in hand, ready for any direction I was getting ready to give. I was sure to raise my voice so I'd be heard from the other side of the room. I approached the model in the spotlight. "May I?" She nodded her head, understanding that I was going to coach her. "I always dress to impress." I bent over just a bit, grabbing the ends of her dress, ripping the fabric. "I've been constricted in my professional wear all week, so I want to show a bit more skin." I tore it up to her thigh, having her extend her left leg out. I then stopped in front of her, pulling at the fabric over her

I leaned my body up against the wall of the elevator as it went up to my floor. I had left abruptly in the middle of a photo shoot, leaving my boss and client for an hour. As a business woman, I fucked up. I let the horn dog version of myself free in the middle of a work day and got freaky with someone that I hired. As a party girl, I seized the moment, and let out a lot of pent up energy. I licked my lips, in thought, tasting strawberries. My mind flashed to how I sucked on the lips of a beautiful woman just a few moments before. I allowed her hands to grab at my breasts, feel them out whichever way she liked before she kissed and sucked. The way she touched them you would think she didn't have titties of her own. Her hands danced down my sides, to my thighs. She had no issue slipping my panties to the side, her fingers playing around in my wetness. Having a female lover is definitely beneficial considering they never really need a map. They know exactly where they're going, no hesita