Free Touch Me: Erotica Book 1 (The Virgin to Vixen Series) by Crystal C. Waters Page B

course, I apologized to the people for running into them. T hey had no clue that I used their bodies to send a spark of desire through mine.
    Then , for some unknown reason, I was drawn into a club that seemed to be really hopping . A sign said, “ Dance Party: Ladies Free Tonight,” so I went inside. The doorman stamped my hand without carding me. I wandered around in shock as my brain absorbed the throng of gyrating dancers. The D.J. was playing techno music and the bass thumped my eardrums . There were people everywhere , and everyone seemed to be rubbing against someone else in a pretense of dancing, but it seemed more like a prelude to seduction to me . I stared in disbelief at the intense sensual interaction in front of me . I was intrigued and excited at the same time. And I was especially excited to know that there were people like me. I wasn’t a freak after all. These people touched and the sexual energy of the bodies in that club was contagious.
    I became quiet for a moment. I wondered why I was telling R ed my story . Then I realized I wasn’t telling the story to Red so that she could secrete her pussy juice all over my table. I was reminding myself why I was standing over a girl, spanking her ass and making her secrete her pussy juice all over my table. But telling the story to a stranger was exhilarating and passionate , a lmost like Red was the voyeur and I was the exhibitionist . Red’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights , waiting for the next part of the story to unroll from my lips . Who was I to let a woman down while she was excited?
    For a moment, I wondered how excited she was. I knew that I was excited because I was reliving a moment in my life that changed me drastically as a human being. But why was Red excited? How excited was she? Without warning, I stood and walked to the table. I spread open her plump ass , which was still propped up in the air , and I thrust my hand between her legs. I could feel the hot , slimy wetness that matted her pubic hairs.
    I heard her moan with pleasure. My story was torturing her , and she needed to be released as much as I did. This meant that my story was serving a dual purpose. Being the dominatrix bitch that I am, I decided to make her suffer the way that I was suffering. I removed my wet fingers from her throbbing hole and leaned over to thrust my fingers in to her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. She sucked my fingers as if they were the last dick standing. She sucked them until I told her that she could stop .
    “Where was I?” After a moment of thought , I picked up where I left off. At this point, I almost forgot that Red was lying on the table and that I was telling her a story. My mind actually took me back to that night, in the club when my life had finally changed.
    I watched people dance close as they rubbed their bodies against each other. I was mesmerized. There was an older gentleman who walked up to my side, leaned over and handed me a drink. Then in front of me, he dropped a pill into the glass I was holding .
    He glanced at me before he leaned in and whispered, “ You’re tense. Drink up. What I ’ ve given you will help you loosen up and enjoy my club . ”
    I wasn’t sure what he put in my glass . It could have been as simple as an aspirin , but I was sure that it wasn’t anything that innocuous . The intensity and desires of my skin, and body that needed to be touched intensified under the spell of the mystery drink he gave me . I took a sip, and then another and soon, I could feel myself break ing free. I began to move to the music, kind of dancing as I walked around through the crowd.
    As I broke free from my mental constraints, I began walking through the club with my eyes glued on the dancers. I felt my body shedding my inhibitions. Before I knew it, I had walked through a door that had opened by a man who put in a code on the digital secure entry panel . I walked in right behind him, before the door closed, and paused as he