This story was inspired by an email from a reader. May this story inspire them too! Leave a note or comment or email if you like it! ***** Part 9 I spent the rest of the day in a hammock near my camp, slowly drinking myself into a sad coma. I kept a blurry eye on the people around me, hoping to see Penelope. She never came, never looked back. This was...
Chapter 23 - Subs in the Club **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Chloe's first real impression of Naughty Molly's Bar was that it didn't really stand out from most other club-style bars she'd ever been in, not that she'd really been in many. Still, what she had seen before was much the same as what was before her as she entered through...
We made our way over to the Brickyard Café. A large 3 story bar in Hartford Connecticut. The first floor was like a lounge area, the second floor had a long bar that runs the length of the building, and the third floor is a sports bar with lots of TV's and small tables and couches. It was now around 9:30 P.M. and the bar was beginning to get crowded. "Za...
The line outside the club was insane. People packed the sidewalk so tightly Connie could barely breathe. She now understood the cliché "crammed in like sardines". The people in the crowd shifted impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. The club was new, and had been promoted as the best dance club in the city. The owners had snagged one of the hottest l...
Joe and I went out Saturday night. We did a little 2 stepping at the local honky tonk and just had us a good old time. You guys know how I like to play dress up, and how much Joe encourages me to show off, so this gave me a great opportunity to go Cowgirl. I started off with light black stocking and lace garter belt. Being only 5'2" the stocking come hig...
Author's note: This is the first story that I've written. It's a little rough and it's slow burning. I welcome feedback and constructive criticism. I'd also enjoy positive thoughts, but I'll take what I can get. * He knew he shouldn't have been there. Her bedroom was quiet. The cotton sheets felt warm on his bare back. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling,...
I see you disembark from the train; you smile and wave at me, you look so beautiful and I can't help but wonder if you did the dare, or if you chose to ignore it and slept the journey away. You kiss me as I meet you and hand me the camera. "Wait 'til you see the pictures." you breathe into my ear, you smell of sex.. I notice your hair is wild, and has that...
Hubby drove the car into the city centre, heading for the car park we always used, quite near to my favourite dance club. The drive had been quite eventful as hubby sat in silence all the way as I regaled what I was going to do and how much I was looking forward to it. I'd teased him incessantly on the journey that my hot lingerie and slutty dress were sur...
It was the 80's and, love it or hate it, disco was king and you never knew what to expect when going out for a night of dancing under the mirror ball. All of the characters in this story are eighteen and just out of high school, which, in some places at the time, meant you were old enough to drink a beer... or two... or three... Part 1 She was pissed. E...
We begin with dance. We begin with the show, the broadcast and the entertainment. You're a guest. You and I have gone to watch the show, and we've had a great time. Afterwards, as the audience begins to filter out, the performers explore. We mingle with guests and dancers freely, while the media wander from act to act celebrating their dances. Aljaz is the...