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FIRST STORY: ON THE DANCE FLOOR

ON THE DANCE FLOOR It was a cold and crisp Saturday night in my college town and I needed a release. Midterms had drained me and my potential fuck buddy had backed out leaving me sexually frustrated and ready to pounce on the next hottest stud with a devilish smile. I gathered up a couple of friends to head out to the so-called “it party” for the night and I could tell tonight would be eventful. I walked briskly with my friends, pulling my tight black skirt down as I walked and crossed my arms across my chest…trying to shield my body from the cold, my hard nipples a clear sign I wasn’t getting any warmer. We arrived at the frat house around eleven pm and proceeded to the dance floor. I scanned the room for people I knew and suddenly came across a set of clear blue eyes, their gaze drilling into mine and sending a surge of energy through the body. I’d seen him around campus but never had the guts to approach him. 6’4, a mix of caucasian and african american, noticeably athletic and the definition of my type. I bit my lip as I returned his sly gaze and continued my path to the crowded corner of the makeshift dance floor. Spilled beer cans lay on the cement floor of the unfinished basement and created a musky scent that clouded the air. Blacklights and strobe lights pounded into the crowd as my eyes strained to see where he had disappeared to. My mind slowly drifted to the music as the DJ played “Get Em Girl”. My body automatically mirrored the beat as my hips swayed rapidly in ...

... perfect rhythm. This was my element. The dance floor was my playground and it brought out the demon in me. My ass shook unlike any other white girls could and I ran my hands down my muscular thighs, my skirt inching up with my movements. The crowd swayed with the music and a new song suddenly sent them into a frenzy, pushing me back. I staggered into a warm body and recovered myself, turning into the fabric of a grey long sleeve cotton shirt. Slowly I looked up already knowing who to expect. The clear blue eyes met mine and a smirk crossed his full lips. “You alright there?” he said coyly. “Ya you’d be surprised what I can take,” I said slyly back, hoping he caught my drift. The spark in his eyes confirmed my hopes and I felt a strong hand caress my lower back where my crop top and skirt parted. “I’m Devon,” he stated, and after introducing myself we began to match the pace of the music together, our bodies swaying as one. Facing one another I wrapped my arms around his neck, using the stability to rock my body into his. His hands added to the f***e on my pelvis which grinded into his, making me more excited with every touch. Without warning he spun me around, grabbing my arms and pinning them in front of me, our bodies still grinding into one another and his other hand grazing my hip. My arousal was growing and I craved him. I wanted more. More of his touch. My primal instincts took over and I slid down his body, grinding down and working my way back up, finally pushing my ...