~It's not a matter of love, darling.
It's a matter of sex.
Pure,
Lustful,
Silvery sex.
And if you can't handle me
Then let's face facts.
You'll be battered and bruised
Before I'm through with you~
Remarkable. Simply remarkable. Am I really in the presence of such a picturesque ass? I tried corking my head sidelong to attempt to stop staring, but instead I ended up leaning my neck left for a more enticing view. Oh, how luscious the erected cheeks were. Remarkable. Simply remarkable.
"Ivan! Hey-ho, Ivan!" called a familiar Irish voice, drawing me back into semi-reality. It didn't draw me in too far, since my eyes didn't stray at all far from the cheeks of God himself.
"Hm?" I asked, my voice high-pitched and very dreamy. Could I sound anymore like a woman? I hoped so! If I could take that bartender home each night, I'd even strap on two water balloons to my chest and slip on the tampons and the mini-skirts! Of course, it would be more pleasurable for me if he, my darling Ass God, were gayer than me. Right. Was I dreaming or was I fucking dreaming?
Suddenly, two hands cupped my face and twisted my neck toward them. A short redhead with deep green eyes grinned at me. I could just feel the color filling my cheeks. Sadly, my hands weren't the color and his ass wasn't filling with them. Though this Irish dancer was faultlessly sexy, I had had him for a long while. He was a great lover, but he and I were better dance/strip partners than marriage candidates.
"Hey," he said, grinning that sexy grin of his, "someone stealin' you from me, Ivan Blake?" Oh God. Could he be gayer than me? He and I are riding pretty close, though sadly, he is not my Ass God and I am not riding him at all.
"Unfortunately, yeah, I believe so lover," I told him, grabbing a glance at the bartender's face. Oh, I melted. Wipe me up; I'm a puddle of love on the floor. I must have sighed at his succulent rubies of lips and dashing smile. Sixteen teeth showed when he smiled. Oh yes, I've gazed at him long before and many, many times.
"Well, don't stray too far. Wouldn't want Perry fixin' ya for snaggin' gay- rays at his cousin," my Irish ex joked, not at all coyly. I forced half a laugh, not having the concentration to be attracted to him. Just leave me alone, you leprechaun! I want my Ass God!
"Wait." My attention was regained and I turned abruptly to my ex-lover, though we've shagged for fun and probably always will, "Did you say that man is Perry's cousin?"
"Yeah, a transfer job. Apparently he's a fulltime doctor and was sick of havin' nothin' to do at night and no extra money, so Perry chipped him a hand," my Irish wonder explained, sipping his trademark drink, gin.
"Navi! You know this guy! You have to fucking give me his name!" I yelled, grabbing his face and desperately leaning close to him.
Navi, tilting forward, grinned against my lips and murmured, "Oh certainly. Just kiss me first." This was a test; it had to be. Why the hell would Navi want me so early? We hadn't even danced yet!
I decided to play his game though and add a bit of teasing of my own. I grinned against his lips, but didn't kiss him just yet. One hand I let fall soothingly down his back and allowed the fingers to trace lightly along the leather pant-line at his waist. The other hand ran through his red hair and tickled his earlobe playfully. I then licked my lips, making a small hunger purr, and coaxed his apart, attacking his tongue with a fierce kiss. Running my hand over his tight ass softly, I heard him mewl in my throat and I felt his hand travel up my shirt and tease my nipples childishly. I giggled in my mouth and against his beautiful Irish lips.
I broke off first, naturally expecting the name of my Ass God, cousin of my boss. His hands remained in my shirt, resting loosely at my waist, thumbs gently running over my abs. I giggled, helplessly ticklish. "Well, Navi dear?" I asked.
Navi receded back into his stool and crossed his arms. "Bastard," he grinned, "But you did it, so I'll give it to you. His name's Matthew Black." I looked back at his perfect, flawless ability to mix and serve all drinks without any problem. Navi's lips were suddenly brushing against my ear, me having turned my head sidelong to look at my crush. "And his sexuality is gay, Perry told me. He also said specifically for me to leave him alone, though he mentioned nothin' of you."
"Foolish of him," I whispered and gasped as a tongue slipped in my ear. I always admired the feeling, seeing as it mixed with a sound. It sent a shiver through me and yet another giddy giggle escaped my lips.
I rose, though, as soon as he disconnected from my head, knowing he'd find a handsome customer to consume. I strode over to the bar and leaned down upon it, watching him leaning over the other side, facing the opposite way. I sighed, absolutely taken in by hid lovely body. I couldn't wait until my strip number. Navi may have surpassed me in dance step, but he had yet to master stripping the way I had. Oh, I was dedicating this number to Matthew Black.
He turned to me. He had enticing gray eyes. Oh, if eyes were a forest was I ever lost! He smiled his 16-tooth smile and leaned against the opposite side of the bar across from me. Oh God. We were no less than a foot from each other! Am I still a puddle? Tell me I look okay! "Hey," he started, his voice smooth and low. I'm dead; pinch me. His voice is captivating. Goddamn it, where'd my legs go! I can't feel them anymore. "You work here, don't you? You're the main dancer, right?"
He had noticed me! This was going to be a great dedication indeed! "Yes," I said coolly. Oh, yes, that was studly. I added something quickly, "Entertainment and exotic." That was grand, Ivan, simply grand. Look at him; he's melted too. Moron.
"I know. I've seen you many times," he said, standing upright and wiping down the bar area where I leaned. Many times?! Holy shit!
"Really?" I said, like a suave, interested teenager. It fit me, especially when I was on the prowl. "Well, if you enjoyed the show, I'm on again in like twenty minutes and I was thinking about dedicating it entirely to the hardworking and," I paused, looking him up and down. He was so fine. ".and marvelously constructed new recruit."
"Perry hired recently?" he asked innocently. Oh God, he was modest to boot. Great! Not only am I sexually attracted to him, I'm in love. This would end badly if I didn't have him.
"No, darling," I said, lowering my voice and raising my left eyebrow, grinning seductively, "I'm dedicating it to you, Matthew Black." Surprisingly, he only thanked me.
It's a matter of sex.
Pure,
Lustful,
Silvery sex.
And if you can't handle me
Then let's face facts.
You'll be battered and bruised
Before I'm through with you~
Remarkable. Simply remarkable. Am I really in the presence of such a picturesque ass? I tried corking my head sidelong to attempt to stop staring, but instead I ended up leaning my neck left for a more enticing view. Oh, how luscious the erected cheeks were. Remarkable. Simply remarkable.
"Ivan! Hey-ho, Ivan!" called a familiar Irish voice, drawing me back into semi-reality. It didn't draw me in too far, since my eyes didn't stray at all far from the cheeks of God himself.
"Hm?" I asked, my voice high-pitched and very dreamy. Could I sound anymore like a woman? I hoped so! If I could take that bartender home each night, I'd even strap on two water balloons to my chest and slip on the tampons and the mini-skirts! Of course, it would be more pleasurable for me if he, my darling Ass God, were gayer than me. Right. Was I dreaming or was I fucking dreaming?
Suddenly, two hands cupped my face and twisted my neck toward them. A short redhead with deep green eyes grinned at me. I could just feel the color filling my cheeks. Sadly, my hands weren't the color and his ass wasn't filling with them. Though this Irish dancer was faultlessly sexy, I had had him for a long while. He was a great lover, but he and I were better dance/strip partners than marriage candidates.
"Hey," he said, grinning that sexy grin of his, "someone stealin' you from me, Ivan Blake?" Oh God. Could he be gayer than me? He and I are riding pretty close, though sadly, he is not my Ass God and I am not riding him at all.
"Unfortunately, yeah, I believe so lover," I told him, grabbing a glance at the bartender's face. Oh, I melted. Wipe me up; I'm a puddle of love on the floor. I must have sighed at his succulent rubies of lips and dashing smile. Sixteen teeth showed when he smiled. Oh yes, I've gazed at him long before and many, many times.
"Well, don't stray too far. Wouldn't want Perry fixin' ya for snaggin' gay- rays at his cousin," my Irish ex joked, not at all coyly. I forced half a laugh, not having the concentration to be attracted to him. Just leave me alone, you leprechaun! I want my Ass God!
"Wait." My attention was regained and I turned abruptly to my ex-lover, though we've shagged for fun and probably always will, "Did you say that man is Perry's cousin?"
"Yeah, a transfer job. Apparently he's a fulltime doctor and was sick of havin' nothin' to do at night and no extra money, so Perry chipped him a hand," my Irish wonder explained, sipping his trademark drink, gin.
"Navi! You know this guy! You have to fucking give me his name!" I yelled, grabbing his face and desperately leaning close to him.
Navi, tilting forward, grinned against my lips and murmured, "Oh certainly. Just kiss me first." This was a test; it had to be. Why the hell would Navi want me so early? We hadn't even danced yet!
I decided to play his game though and add a bit of teasing of my own. I grinned against his lips, but didn't kiss him just yet. One hand I let fall soothingly down his back and allowed the fingers to trace lightly along the leather pant-line at his waist. The other hand ran through his red hair and tickled his earlobe playfully. I then licked my lips, making a small hunger purr, and coaxed his apart, attacking his tongue with a fierce kiss. Running my hand over his tight ass softly, I heard him mewl in my throat and I felt his hand travel up my shirt and tease my nipples childishly. I giggled in my mouth and against his beautiful Irish lips.
I broke off first, naturally expecting the name of my Ass God, cousin of my boss. His hands remained in my shirt, resting loosely at my waist, thumbs gently running over my abs. I giggled, helplessly ticklish. "Well, Navi dear?" I asked.
Navi receded back into his stool and crossed his arms. "Bastard," he grinned, "But you did it, so I'll give it to you. His name's Matthew Black." I looked back at his perfect, flawless ability to mix and serve all drinks without any problem. Navi's lips were suddenly brushing against my ear, me having turned my head sidelong to look at my crush. "And his sexuality is gay, Perry told me. He also said specifically for me to leave him alone, though he mentioned nothin' of you."
"Foolish of him," I whispered and gasped as a tongue slipped in my ear. I always admired the feeling, seeing as it mixed with a sound. It sent a shiver through me and yet another giddy giggle escaped my lips.
I rose, though, as soon as he disconnected from my head, knowing he'd find a handsome customer to consume. I strode over to the bar and leaned down upon it, watching him leaning over the other side, facing the opposite way. I sighed, absolutely taken in by hid lovely body. I couldn't wait until my strip number. Navi may have surpassed me in dance step, but he had yet to master stripping the way I had. Oh, I was dedicating this number to Matthew Black.
He turned to me. He had enticing gray eyes. Oh, if eyes were a forest was I ever lost! He smiled his 16-tooth smile and leaned against the opposite side of the bar across from me. Oh God. We were no less than a foot from each other! Am I still a puddle? Tell me I look okay! "Hey," he started, his voice smooth and low. I'm dead; pinch me. His voice is captivating. Goddamn it, where'd my legs go! I can't feel them anymore. "You work here, don't you? You're the main dancer, right?"
He had noticed me! This was going to be a great dedication indeed! "Yes," I said coolly. Oh, yes, that was studly. I added something quickly, "Entertainment and exotic." That was grand, Ivan, simply grand. Look at him; he's melted too. Moron.
"I know. I've seen you many times," he said, standing upright and wiping down the bar area where I leaned. Many times?! Holy shit!
"Really?" I said, like a suave, interested teenager. It fit me, especially when I was on the prowl. "Well, if you enjoyed the show, I'm on again in like twenty minutes and I was thinking about dedicating it entirely to the hardworking and," I paused, looking him up and down. He was so fine. ".and marvelously constructed new recruit."
"Perry hired recently?" he asked innocently. Oh God, he was modest to boot. Great! Not only am I sexually attracted to him, I'm in love. This would end badly if I didn't have him.
"No, darling," I said, lowering my voice and raising my left eyebrow, grinning seductively, "I'm dedicating it to you, Matthew Black." Surprisingly, he only thanked me.