I turn around as if I didn’t just touch him with my eyes, as if I didn’t get intimate with him and I dance. I dance as if he’s watching, which I know he is and I let the alcohol set me free within the music. I feel it, inside me, running along my nerves, sinuous. I am one with it. I flow, I pulse, I am staccato, I am legatto, I slide, I resonate, I vibrate, I roll. I am my own hands on the piano, caressing the music from the bone ivory keys.
Want More? This is my sexy story snippet posted over at Live, Love, Laugh and Read. The other day I noticed that Natalie was looking for some sexy, scandalous guest posts and I jumped on the chance to come up with something original, descriptive and yeah…hot for her to post to her blog and today it went live. Check it out…. His Hazardous Eyes