Nightclub as it might have been  

waggypolly 72F
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10/9/2005 4:56 pm

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Nightclub as it might have been

Two days ago I had the night off. I decided to go to Malaysia and do a little drinking and dancing. A one hour drive, followed by a slow walk through the immigration hall and onto the boat. One hour and a half sitting in an express boat writing sexy emails to selected friends, followed by more immigration and customs procedures. A twenty minute walk to my favourite Chinese hotel. A hot shower, an apple, a cup of tea and finished those emails. Late enough to go out? Maybe.

A two minute walk around the corner to a street closed to traffic so the surrounding cafes can set out tables and chairs. A bottle of beer and a good hot curry; feeling that I am being watch while I ate. I look up into the bluest of blue eyes: a blonde god sitting at the next table, backpacker obviously. I send a return look deep into his eyes. He glances away, embarrassed. Upstairs to my favourite nightclub; I hear footsteps creaking on the stairs behind me. Too early for action, people playing pool, and chatting, singing a little karoke. Across the darkened room I see blues eyes smouldering, but he still doesn’t approach. Darn it: still shy. Only ten minutes to the Sheraton Hotel, half way there do I hear footsteps or do I feel those eye boring into my back? Not much action at the hotel, a Phillipine girl band playing: three girls with nice bodies and mediocre voices, a male guitarist in the background and a really frumpy fat woman on the keyboard and mixer. In the audience I spot another god, this one with black hair and the smoothest chocolate brown skin just crying out to be touched. The band manager sings in an absolutely heavenly voice. The band finished, I catch the they eye of Chocolate Skin and use my mouth, Malay-style, to gesture towards the door. Out in the street he places his hand in the small of my back, not exploring yet but just enough to tell me he is with me. Again I feel eyes boring between my shoulder blades; are those footsteps on the paving stones? Back in the nightclub, Chocolate and I move directly to the darker back section. A girl takes our drink order. A number of very sexy young men dancing with a few young women; they move all in the same rhythm, the girls thrusting first tit, then hip then bum towards their partners, the men dance low using strong thighs to hold themselves close to the floor, their slender torsos tilting back as they look upwards in open admiration of their partners. Our girl has trouble breaking through the sensuous melee to bring our beers.

Chocolate is close to me now. His forearm brushes mine and electricity snakes up my arm and down my spine directly to my crotch. I look into his jet-black yes and see a world of longing there. He puts his lips on mine, opening them so that they gently enclose my own. A soft tongue moves between my lips and greets my teeth. My own tongue slips forward to say a sweet hello. His hand on my back again, higher up, beneath my shoulders. Our kiss grows faster, deeper, longer. His other hand inside my bra already, kneading, teasing for the nipple. Nipple scratched and squeezed and hardened. Oh my honey pot is wet now. So wet, my clit so hard; I feel disturbance in my panties. Soft pressure on those lips too, gentle probing tongue. My vagina and my throat both filled. Oh, the music bursting rhythms in my head, my body so alive it lifts above the dance floor. Energy, a knot inside my pelvis, pulsing, faster, bigger; it releases. Oh sweet release, it bursts and glides at once: out of my pelvis up into my breasts as my hips begin to shake; my nipples tensed my shoulders shaking, my throat opens, my jaw relaxes and the energy of my orgasm washes out along arms and legs, fingers and toes, leaving them oh tingling, tingling with oh energy with life, open to everything around me oh, everything oh is me. Just for a moment. Gradually my eyes focus again and I look deep again into Chocolate’s dark eyes. I lower mine and enjoy again his smooth dark skin and oh tight muscles. I look down and there between my knees is damp, ash-blonde hair and gazing up at me, in total awe, are the deep blue eyes of the other stranger. . . . .It is only two minutes back to my hotel and bed. Alone again.

This is Polly, still Wagging
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nichhani 35M
1 post
10/9/2005 8:25 pm

this article is very good. it was quite informative. it seems that the autor is well known in this field

interested13563 53M
2557 posts
10/9/2005 8:54 pm

Much better end than in the previous one!
I hope it is all true.

papyrina 51F
21133 posts
10/11/2005 5:27 am

sounds very adventurous,glad to see you had a great time

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rm_shafther62 75M

10/11/2005 9:51 pm

Geeeeeez, Polly, love your story. Had to stop reading for a while or I would have blown my load. Your's is a blog, not to be missed!!!

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
10/12/2005 2:14 pm

You certainly know what to do when you have a nigh off from work. Hubba hubba!

MsLoveRose 33F  
2432 posts
10/13/2005 10:35 pm

hmmmmmm sounds sooo yummy!!!! it must must mean...that you might have something to do next time around!!!

live more, laugh often, love much

DukeAbbaddon 41M
280 posts
10/14/2005 7:26 am

well if i lived there id saught you out if you where discreat !

cus love like that is hard to het ( get )

redswallow777 48M
6810 posts
10/20/2005 3:54 pm

Mmmmm....knew things were looking up....I think you just answered the question I asked on your previous blog

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