Hey Baby ~~~
Picture this ~~~
Youre at the club. Its hot. The air is electric, filled with that enticing sort of sexual tension and possibility. The beat of the music is thumping and pushing you onward. Making you seek and search. Making you need something you can’t even name. The lights and pulsing, flashing, going low and then bright. You feel intoxicated even though you have not yet had a drop to drink. Youre scanning the bar. The dance floor. Youre on the hunt Baby. So am I. Dancing there. My raven hair wild. My body moving. Those banging curves in a painted on top and short skirt. My hands roaming over my shape. Teasing. Tantilizing. Tempting. Is this for you? No Baby its not, It’s for me. I’m feeling the music. Breathing in the atmosphere. Thriving on it. My eyes flash as the meet your gaze. Even with the lights, the crowd we truly see eachother. You move close. I dance away. With our gazes still locked we dance without touching. Its all mental Baby. Its all a tease. A ritual. Can you keep up with me? Can you handle it? How badly do you want to taste me? You know I want it too. You sense it. You feel me. But you also know I like this game. Who’s the Hunter? Who’s the prey? Who devours who? Simple Baby. It’s however we want. The choice is ours.
Youve never had fantasy phonesex this good until youve had me.
~~~ Cher ~~~
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