Perfect For You
As Grace Jones once said, “I’m not perfect, but I’m perfect for you. And that’s how I feel toward my lover because I sure know how to please her in bed. It’s effortless, actually. She and I were made for each sexually, like yin and yang. Our bodies fit together in a harmony designed to ignite the hottest sex in and out of bed.
We went out dancing recently. The lesbians packed the club so tightly that everywhere we looked there were breasts, midriffs, asses and feminine curves. Our chemistry on the dance floor predated our relationship and served as the wellspring of our sexual desire for one another. My hand locked around her hips and she pressed into me, her cleavage spilling out of her sexy little shirt. As we danced I felt a slow burn rise in me in response to the scent and feel of her in my arms. I saw the same heat in her eyes.
I pulled her off the dance floor into a darkened corner of the club and leaned her up against a block of speakers. We felt the bass pulsate inside every hidden cavity of our bodies. We began to kiss and I pressed my pubic bone between her legs. I could tell from her quick intake of breath that I had caught her clit, despite the obstacle of our clothing. I moved against her in a subtle rhythm and within seconds she came.
I took her back out to the dance floor and pulled her close again. The music changed and became an unhurried groove. All of the bodies around us synched up in a close and slow dance. I kissed her, her pussy pressed tightly against my hard bone, and I felt the quick violent shudder as she came again. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, satisfied in our secret tryst on the dance floor–knowing this was only the foreplay for the fucking that was to come.