Off the Strip, Las Vegas
It’s late, and the heels of my knee-high black boots echo sharply on the concrete….we walk hand in hand down the busy street, lit only by the neon of the bars and restaurants we pass…my black skirt sways slightly on my hips, and I hold my jacket together with my free hand as we walk, a light breeze ruffling my hair….we near a crowded bar, our destination…but as we cross the mouth of the alley on its side you pull me to the right, steering me into its shadows…you push me up against the wall, and your lips find mine as your knee parts my legs…i offer you my throat, and my hands find your zipper as your breath heats my skin…you thrust into me against the cold brick wall, my cries muffled by your shoulder…the sounds of the street have faded, and I don’t worry if anyone should see…or hear…as we climax in the shadows…I pull down my skirt and you kiss me before we head out of the dark and into the light….
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