Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... to join hers. She leaned back against me. "Oh this feels nice. I've dreamed of this ever since you found me that day."

"It feels perfect." I replied. "We don't have to go out. I could cook something here. I've got so much I want to talk about with you."

"Eating in sounds much better than going out. I could help."

"Okay, deal. Do you like chicken?"

Watching her in the kitchen was like watching an artist at work.

She loved working with food, and I was quickly pushed aside, reduced to setting the table, and pouring us glasses of wine.

We chatted about work, our jobs, little tidbits of gossip. We giggled away like friends, but inside, the tension bubbled away like a pot boiling, the lid barely containing the stored energy.

We sat, with fresh glasses of wine, and the most wonderful smelling dinner. It seemed a shame to eat it.

I could have happily stayed home, but Daisy waved the tickets, and I could see how eager she was to go. Time wasn't going to be on our side. With dinner finished, it was time to go.

The club was packed, amazingly it was much like the crowd at the bar I went to with Katie. A lot of obviously gay, non-binary, trans- gender fluid people.

Daisy was like a powerful little bulldozer as she wormed her way to the front. We stood together, hands held tightly as the musicians took the stage. The moment the music started, I was uplifted. Instantly aroused.

Allison Russell was special, her songs weren't powerful dance laden songs. They ...

... were however anthemic, full of amazing lyrics and stories. The audience singing along with her. Everybody as one voice. Then we started to sway, and move. With so little space, it was impossible not to be swept up by the crowd. "Kasheba, Kasheba." I didn't even know the song, but there I was chanting and singing back at her. Her voice was like a drug.

They swayed, and I was dragged along. Not against my will. The music was absolutely fabulous. With Daisy chanting and singing in my ear. I followed happily along.

The crowd crushed together, and Daisy moved to stand in front of me, her body pressing back. Her ass gyrating. She moved my hands so they covered her breasts. Her hands moving back to grip my hips.

Then, right there in the middle of twelve hundred people. She twisted in my grip. Her body crushed against me. Her arms wrapping around my neck. Her mouth mashed mine. Her lips openly feasting on mine. Eyes closed, swaying, embracing and a kiss to end all kisses.

The rest of the world no longer mattered.

I had never felt a connection so powerful. Like we were magnetically glued together. No force of nature strong enough to separate us.

Then, with our air supply exhausted. She buried her head against my neck. Her hot moist breath panting wildly. "I love you Sasha."

Holding on, swaying with the crowd. I couldn't withhold my response. "I love you too Daisy. I need you so desperately."

What a fabulous night. The taxi ride back to my apartment was filled ...