Mutual Destruction story
We dance closely. My arms are around your neck, face in your neck. Naked against your clothed body. Music playing softly, swaying and softly grinding in a sinuous circle, around and around. You smell good. Clean. Crisp. Lovely and dangerous. Your chaos tightly controlled in your body and hands, that rest in the small of my back. Tensing and waiting. Waiting for me.I press my lips ever so gently on your neck, right above the vein. Can feel your pulse quickening, jumping like a live...