[Passionaria]

I'm standing in front of you moving playfully, feeling the music, as you sit before me. Looking you square in the eye, unapologetic, I slip button after button from its secure hold, as my sheer black blouse falls open. Knees bent, hips move, shoulders back and the flowing sheer fabric slips into my hand, revealing a strappy black teddy from Fredricks, that is French, very French. Graceful hand movement and this sheer blouse is secured under my belt. Watching your eyes I'm studying your reaction, tonight I want to bring you across the edge of me, and see what you do with it. You are surprised but smug, smiling, shaking your head, with that keep playing look that I love. The DJ is good tonight, I smile. MMMM Elvis Crespo........

You stand up close to me, and run your hand along my cheek, and your thumb across my lips. My lips grasp it and suck it deep into my mouth as if it were your cock, eyes engaged you indulge this moment of sensuality, then in one swift movement, both of your hands grasp my neck, and you move us onto the dance floor, and deep into the crowd.

Bodies close, your leg between mine, our hips engage in a slow sensual Bachata. MMMM your packing I whisper in your ear, you know I love that Papi. You smirk, sliding both hands onto my hips guiding them in the rhythm of your choice, across your cock. Wrapping my arms around your neck I can't help but confess : Aye, you know how much I love your cock, the way it feels rubbing across my pussy, so sexy, all hard and thick, only two pieces of fabric separating you from me. It almost feels like I could slide some of it inside me, just the tip, I want just a little bit of it Papi, I plead. Mmmmmm the thought of all the things I want you to do to me~! Aye, my panties are getting wet, I look at you as my eyes grow dark, that please fuck me look. You soften in the sweet nasty of the moment kissing my neck, I can feel the urgency rise in your hips. You are such a delicious little slut you whisper, aren't you? I'm as naughty as you want me to be Papi. When it comes to sex, I exist for your pleasure, pleasing you is what gets me off. We'll see mi amor, how much you like to please me, you say under your breath. And you twirled me across the floor, and into less intimate dance moves through the rest of the song.

Do you want a drink mamita? You ask sweetly, guiding me to a table in a dark corner of the club. Yes, I would love a Mango Margarita, with really good Tequila. You grab my face with one hand and pucker my lips and kiss them, of course you want the good stuff, you said chuckling. I'll be right back.There is a wide upholstered bench in a v shape nestled into the dark corner. A heavy wooden table with a paisley table cloth is centered into the V. It's a secluded nitch, midst the raucous of the club. You come back with the drinks and scoot into the corner, thank you I say with a sweet kiss. And then the song comes on:

I move in front of you, drink in hand and take a sip, then bend over the table, my ass just under your face, and bounce my knees back. As my knees bounce back and forth, my hips follow, teasing you. I hear a deep growl escape your lips, as I sing; do the hip shake baby, shake your hips baby..... In one decisive move you pulled my panties to the side and pushed my hips down onto your cock, hard. I gasped, as you whispered in my ear, you want my cock? Then figure out how to take it right here. My senses reeled in the shock of going from empty and craving, to burning insistent fullness. I pulled the table closer,composing myself and continued sipping my drink. Then slowly began to move my hips from side to side keeping everything above my waist up completely still, working your delicious cock deeper and deeper into me. Then wrapping the muscles of my pussy tight around your cock, moved my hips in circles, then pushing my ass back into your stomach, raised up and slid your cock out a bit, and the let it slip back deep inside me, moving my hips in luscious isometric magic, until I found just the spot that made you moan. And then worked it over and over and over while innocently sipping my drink and smiling. I could hear your breathing become ragged and feel your abdominal muscles spasm as you pushed deeper into me, moaning under your breath you are such a sexy baby, mmmm you will get yours later baby, we're just warming up. Raise your hips up Mamita. And you tucked yourself away, turn me sideways on your lap, and kiss me deep. My arms wrap tight around you, hugging you affectionately ........

Wanted: Princess by day, Slut by night. That's what your add said, I whispered smiling. That's just my game. You have to be able to handle me standing in my power, in order to be worthy of the gift I lay before you, when I'm on my knees. What I offer you is not for free, it burns us both.

You put your hand in my hair, brought my lips to yours and kissed me like you meant it. Then you walked me out into the back alley, pulled down my panties, bent me over your knee, and spanked me as passers by careened their necks to catch a glance.

Note:
A Princess in my mind is not a spoiled, self centered brat. A Princess is a woman who knows that she has skills, and believes in her own self worth. She can be sweet and sexy while doing it, even playful. A Princess does not need anyones approval to like herself. She use her skills, then looks in the mirror and validates herself. No one can take that away from her........... there is power in that.

Passionaria

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