Destiny
Leading the dance steps now, the pirate synchronized the movements so that our
bodies moved together in harmony, back and forth, side to side, rubbing against each other
provocatively and temptingly.
Shyly, I lifted my arms and ran my hands behind his neck, under the curls of the
dark hair, to rest on flesh that burned as much as my cheeks. He was tall,
but not as much as Matt, or maybe it was my heels that made the pirate look shorter.
Normally, I wore flip-flops or flat sandals.
The leather of his vest against my arms was firm and rough, a very sensual friction. Your
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