Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

The man in the far corner caught my eye. He was tall and slender with rich, dark skin and the sexiest of smiles. I knew exactly who he was, I’d seen him many times before, but I hadn’t expected to see him in the club and his presence evoked the same reaction it always did - sheer panic! Red-cheeked and flustered I could hardly look at the man of my dreams, let alone cross the crowded dance floor to speak to him. I wished I could. I longed to stride confidently up to him, introduce myself and seduce him with my feminine wiles but my nerves always failed me. It had been that way for years. Daniel Harvey was my idol, my perfect man. He’d been at the same school as me but as he was two years older, he hadn’t been in any of my classes. My cousin played football with him every weekend but had never introduced us and my best friend once went on a blind date with his brother - it didn’t go well as I recall. Daniel and I, however, remained strangers. And so I watched him from afar, learning his routine well enough to be in the right places to catch a glimpse of him practically every day. That was as close as I ever got to him and the situation was unlikely to change unless I could overcome my inhibitions. The Daniel I knew in my imagination was completely different. That Daniel worshiped the ground I walked on and fucked the living daylights out of me every single night. He was insatiable and dynamic in bed. He had the ability to launch me into the electrifying throws of multiple ...

... orgasms every time we made love. ‘Fantasy Daniel’ was the perfect lover, my dream partner. Sadly, the truth of the situation was rather different - Daniel’s sexual prowess was powered by AA batteries and an extremely fertile imagination! The real Daniel knew nothing of our passionate trysts…yet. Swiftly downing the double vodka I held in one hand and chasing that with a large tequila, I attempted to muster up the courage to make a move on the man I’d lusted after for years. I had the perfect opportunity right there and then; he was all alone, no friends around him, no girl on his arm. The object of my affections was mine for the taking and I owed it to myself to at least have a go. The effects of the vodka and tequila combination made my head spin but did a good job of steadying my resolve. “Right, Daniel,” I muttered aloud, “watch out! I’m gonna get you!” Crippling terror threatened to paralyse me from the offset but I refused to give in. I’d waited patiently for that moment and I was damn-well giving it my best shot! Eyes on my prize, I strode forward, forcing my feet to move in time to the nightclub’s thumping techno music. Divine Daniel looked up as I approached, his rich hazel eyes targeting my face. A smile flickered on his lips, one that appeared to register recognition. Did he know who I was? My heart knocked against my ribcage and my throat constricted. “Go on, go on, keep going,” I muttered to myself as my legs turned to jelly. It was no good; I stopped dead in my ...