Le Appetite(SLOW BURN🔥)

[pi****]

Geneva paced ouside of the theater longer than she intended. Her stomach turned at the thought of what she was about to do, but the dull ache in her pelvic floor could not be negotiated...

Opportunities Landing

The lights hummed constantly above the old theater's marquee. I stood awkwardly on the curb beneath them. The cold air needling my tender spine like a thousand tiny daggers. The thought of relief lingering Just beyond the doors, felt like the ugliest temptation. The stupid latex dress I wore was starting to dig into the skin just above my bra strap. The way it clung to the curve of my hips and strangled my waist made me feel trapped inside. My “liquid satin” tights made my legs feel like velvet insect appendages. What unknowable evil had I done to justify this kind of wrath upon me? Nothing, the doctor was very clear about that, sympathetic even, patronizing really. But what if I walk in, find some unassuming dope in the third row and suck him off? Maybe ride his cock until his load unceremoniously exploded all over his lab? Would the *** then subside? Could I finally get some rest again? My hands deep in the pockets of my trench coat, I noticed a rancid looking man with greazy hair approch the door, the sweat stains on his grey hoodie spoke for him. We made eye contact for a brief moment before he winked suggestively then disappeared beyond the narrow entry way door, and I shuddered. I would try my luck at the bar tonight. Down the street, about half a block, I found a dingy little bar pushed back off of the street corner with a full parking lot. It looked promising so I pulled my coat snug around my body, and took a moment to center myself. Shaking the cold loose with a little shimmy, I opened the door and stepped inside. A poised entrance was everything after all. The inside was warm, warm enough to loose my coat, but not yet. It smelled of cigarette Smoke, cheap liquer, and something else ... the sweet musk of cologne. The smell overpowered my senses and crept deep into my chest as If I was takin my first breath, born again. I felt my core tighten and my shoulders relax. The long sensual line of my neck holding my head high as my bust rose and fell slowly, almost deliberately. I stood for a moment just inside the door and let my long “voluptuous” legs do all the talking. The shiny black patent leather heels I wore accentuating my sheer liquid tights and sensually snug latex dress. All at once my body felt right again. Looking towards the bar, I took my first swervy step and let my hips do all the talking. A secret song looping my mind as I sauntered over to its rythym and took a seat. Crossing my legs and letting the trench coat expose my thighs, I untied the waist belt, took a deep breath and let it slip off my shoulders as I exhaled for the grand reveal. The sleeveless straps on my dress rested on freshly oiled bronze skin and the pillowed tops of my breasts. I let the coat pool around my elbows and d***d effortlessly into my lap. Just in front of me sat a man with that smell of the colone. I didn't bother turning to face the bar. He was in my sights, and the dark auburn hair that ran neatly down the trail of his neck from back around his ear, was doing something dangerous to me. He sported a baby blue dress shirt that couldn't be bothered to hide his broad shoulders or strong arms. As the bartender approached me, I didn't break my gaze to make eye contact, I kept the handsome man in my sights as I answered his request for a drink order with "A zombie, please... "The words rolled off my tongue like a sensual kiss that felt foreign even to me. I watched the beautiful man a while more as he loosened his neck tie and sat back in his seat as if dreary from a long day. When my drink arrived I sat forward to taste it, and as my thighs shifted to accommodate the movement, I felt the gentle purr of hunger between them....