My dress, in your way. You’ve watched all night as I’ve mixed and mingled. You’ve waited. You want to wait no longer.

We slip away into a wardrobe, hidden away from the entertainment parlor. My dress….in your way. You push against me, my chest meets the wall as I feel your hand trail up my inner thigh. You discover my secret, I’ve gone without panties. A newfound heat developing between my legs.

Your lips find my neck, just below my ear. Your breath, your teeth grazing my skin, intoxicating. I melt into you. I feel your growing erection on my buttocks. Your fingers coax something beautiful to bloom inside of me. An aching need that somehow can’t be adequately described with words. You make me hungry.

C. Stephens