Feeling the Ballroom

phone sex line mercyLast night was fun. I attended a ballroom gala with a couple of girlfriends, and we met some amazing gentlemen. I was swept around the room by Alonzo several times. He was so graceful, and we caught a lot of attention while we danced. Once the gala was in full swing, the men decided they had had enough of the event, and asked us to join them out for a bite and a drink.

We caught an SUV limo to a little tapas bar across town. It was cozy and bordering on kitschy. Despite having fun as a group, we wound up branching off into intimate little duos. Alonzo ordered a small portion of several little things, as I had told him I’d never been to a tapas bar before, and we each had a cocktail. He finger-fed me each morsel of food, and it was some of the most delectable delights I have experienced, though the method by which it entered my mouth may have played a part in that assessment.

We spent a good hour or so just chatting with one another, enjoying each other’s sense of humor and company. Before I knew it, his hand was sliding up the inside of my leg, between my thighs, and right to my rosebud. He touched me, and I swear I saw electricity arc between us. I couldn’t get him back to my place fast enough after that.

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