I never knew I was capable of such scandal. I had only wished to attend the dance and enjoy the nightlife with my friends. Yet when I entered I could feel eyes on me. The silk of my baby pink slip felt like insufficient covering for such a heady atmosphere. I knew they were looking at my hips, my legs, my breasts and diary? I liked it.
The heat and the beat had me twisting and grinding my body in ways I did not know it was capable. I felt the skin of strangers, their closeness drawing so near their breath was upon my neck! It was a cacophony of hedonistic cries to the music. Diary, I did feel my heart flutter so beneath my ribs, it was exhilarating! Not half as exhilarating as the heady mouth that sought my own, wanton skin and tongue that was laced with cherry and amaretto. I nearly drank him down!
And did I mention the smoke? Endless hazes outside taking me up and up. I was on a high for the night and when I came home I was in a bed, wrenching free of clothes, writhing in the sheets, touching myself ...there. Oh, I touched there. Again, and again, and again! Never had I slept such bliss.