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Subject: A Fast Dance at the Kindling Klub
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A Fast Dance at the Kindling Klub

     Neon lights, flashing. The heavy beat of Aerosmith,
beating to my heart beat, and to my footsteps, as I
danced wild on the stage, with my passion and skin as
naked as the lust in their eyes.
     Last night I was a pussy cat, purring for a little
affection. A little chit-chat. But tonight I was a lioness.
Untamed. Unbridled. Voracious. And I was. On. Fire.
     I leaped through the air, stretching my aching
muscles. My hair tousled and my tits bounded when I
alighted on all fours. I crawled on hands and knees, a
wild look in my eyes. I rubbed against the bars, pushing
my ass over the edge, and opened my pussy mouth
wide, melting in my feral heat.
     And they loved it. They threw money on the stage,
but I threw it right back at them, to their surprise. I didn't
want their tribute. I wanted to be tamed.
     I needed someone to quell my anxiety, to fill my
need. I needed strong hands to hold me down. I needed
a powerful body to crush my legs beneath me, and tear
through my resistance. I needed to be broken.
     My eyes implored. Was there anyone in the crowd
man enough to even try? But they just sat there,
watching, with all the desire, but none of the courage or
strength to tame a super-girl. They came to worship a
goddess, but they dared not become gods. Instead,
they drank their beer and smoked their cigars, as
though celebrating, while the prize eluded them. Where
were the hunters? If they were celebrating, where was
the feast?
     Instead, they feasted with their eyes, but they would
not taste.
     When I left the stage, they cheered their approval.
     I smiled weakly.
     I pulled a black spandex dress over head and slipped
out the back way. My only chance of getting tamed tonight
would be in the jungle of the big city.

tooshoes@cris.com

http://www.cris.com/~tooshoes


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