Lapdance

No sex - short - real life situation.

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He sits alone, a big man, solid, mature.
Gold gleams, on his neck, on his huge hands.
I move close, beside him.
He smells nice, his hair, his skin.
Clean.

We talk, about, my home, my real home.
Far away and my wistful dreams.
A family someday, a small house, children.
He listens, really listens.
All the while, we laugh, joke, together.

I ask him, a private dance, perhaps?
He smiles, asks questions.
I tell him, the price, the rules.
The no contact rule.
The no touching rule.

He laughs, agrees.
I lead him, to the back.
Into the darkness of a quiet spot.

I lied...
Rules...

Not for this man.

If he wants to...
touch me...

He can...

Anywhere!

SafeWord

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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