Fiction (Adult): The Dance

She’s in a smoky bar. She’s sitting by herself, with a glass of wine, lost in the music playing and her favorite fantasy of the feeling of a man’s hips pushing, pushing repeatedly between her thighs as she twists back and forth in her seat. Breaking her reverie she notices him at the other end of the bar. Responding to silent signals his baby blues find her eyes. The message is confirmed within milliseconds. Her body tenses. Now the dance can begin. She quickly looks away. He sends her another drink. Again, their eyes meet; she lifts the glass in … Continue reading Fiction (Adult): The Dance