Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293
I saw you watching me from across the bar. You didn’t smile. Not even a wave. You just… stared. Confident. Unapologetic. Like you already knew exactly how the night would end.
So when I slipped away to the hallway near the restrooms, I wasn’t surprised when you followed.
You didn’t say a word. Just pressed me up against the wall, your hand sliding up my thigh, your breath hot against my ear.
“You really shouldn’t follow strangers,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me — hips arching into your touch, my lips parting on a gasp.
“I’m not the one in danger,” you murmured.
You Shouldn’t Follow Strangers
Your fingers found the lace of my panties. Damp. Already. My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear — from need. From the thrill of being caught by someone who knew how to take control.
You didn’t rush. You slid your hand beneath the lace, fingers teasing me slow, gentle at first, then firmer when I moaned into your shoulder. I clung to you, nails digging into your shirt, hips rocking with every stroke.
“Anyone could walk by,” I gasped.
But you didn’t stop.
And I didn’t want you to.
My head fell back, the tension building fast, too fast — and then you pulled away, leaving me trembling and dripping.
You looked at me like I was your next sin.
“No names,” you said, stepping back. “But I want to hear you beg before the night’s over.”
Then you walked off like nothing happened.
And I stood there — wet, aching, desperate — wondering if I’d follow you again…
Or if you’d come back and finish what you started.
Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293
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