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Late at night, when you're all alone, you think of me. The way I smell, the sweetness of expensive soaps and perfumes, mixed with the sweat from dancing. The way I look at you, like you're finally being seen. Not only with acceptance, but with desire. Like I want to devour you where you stand. The way I speak to you, my sweet voice moaning your name into your ear. The way I touch you, soft and sensual, searching your body with my hands, with my mouth. I want you. Finally, the way I taste. You salivate at the memory, missing me, yearning for me. You want me now! To feel my soft curvy body in your hands, know that I belong to you. I'm yours and you are mine. You message me, fighting to keep desperation from your voice.

 

"Where are you?"

 

Mere seconds pass, it tells you that I am typing.

 

"At the Monarchy," I respond promptly.

 

"I'm on my way," you tell me. I bite my lip, flashbacks making my eyes roll back. I'm as excited to see you as you are to see me.

 

When you arrive, from the look in your eyes, I know exactly what you need. We just have that type of connection. Wordlessly, I take your hand in mine and lead you upstairs.

Privacy on the door, do not disturb.

Done