1. How to Fuck Me


    Date: 6/10/2024, Categories: Seduction, Author: KimmiBeGood 

    ~ooOoo~

The men burst through the oversized door with chests puffed in perfectly tailored suits. They reeked of money and drew attention from others in the upscale bar. Big-business corporate guys, I assumed. They worked hard but played even harder from what I knew of them.

I sat in a rich mahogany booth, almost hidden in the shadows of the corner… just like I wanted. I hadn’t come to socialize but merely people-watch. I’d holed up long enough, wallowing in the aftermath of the end of another cluster fuck relationship. I needed to be around people that night but was not quite ready to engage.

I watched the she-wolves, with silicone-stuffed body parts testing the seams of their dresses, descend upon the pack of testosterone-oozing males.Ooo, this will be fun. Drool pooled at their stiletto-clad feet before they began pawing their prey. They circled the suits, pursing their plumped puckers, assessing their responses before pairing off. In one case, two claimed the same suit. Maybe a threesome? Or a fun battle for his cock? Like I said,this will be fun!

Oh, wait… one’s being squeezed out.I watched as one of the suits, quite a bit taller than the rest, broke through the pack and slid onto a barstool.Why did the pussies with teeth cut you loose?I wondered.

I sipped the last drop from my glass, and when I looked up again, the cast-out was staring directly at me.Look away! Look away!But it was too late. We’d locked eyes; then he smiled. And I smiled back.No, no, no! ...
    ... Why did you do that? I cursed myself.

I tore my gaze back to my empty glass in hand and tried to track his movements out of the corner of my eye, not wanting to be caught staring again. He’d removed his jacket and was walking my way.

“Would you care to dance?” a voice asked.

I looked up to his extended,expectant hand, and surprisingly, my libido kick-started. His baritone voice with a slight gravel — an immensely arousing mix with his pretty-boy, clean-cut looks — affected me in a very nice way. That and the ridges of a muscular body calling to me from underneath his slim-cut shirt.

Caught off guard by his invitation, I stammered a little, “Umm… this beat’s a little fast for me.”

He wiggled his fingers on his outreached hand and added, “Let's find our own rhythm then.”

I hadn’t come here for this, but I grew curious about how we might “find our own rhythm” and accepted his hand.

“I’m Reed, by the way.”

“Skylar,” I responded, smiling once again. Funny how smiles that had been vacant from my life the last several months came so easily over the previous few minutes.

He led me by the hand, weaving in and out the other couples until we reached a gap in the crowd. Reed drew me against him, placing a hand on my back while I rested one on his shoulder. Then, I simply followed his lead and was surprised at how easily we found our rhythm, ignoring the gyrating movers and shakers surrounding us.

Squeals to my right caught my attention. One of the she-wolves ...
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