my
torso I am imagining it’s your hands working me up. You are simply mesmerizing and I can’t get
enough of you.” David is pleading with me, I can see the emotion in his eyes. For someone who plays a Dom in his spare
time, he is letting that control slip away. Am I seeing the real David now,
willing to bare all in order to get me back into his life?
“David is this not a little too
late for all this soul baring now? You hurt me a lot with your words. That night in the club was one of the best of
my life. When we fucked I would of gave you anything at that moment in time. Now that is not my way as you know, I prefer
having sexual interactions with no strings it’s easier that way, no
expectations means no complications. That night though, I would of happily entered into a healthy, strong
relationship with you, not only sexually but also emotionally also.” I say this whilst rubbing my eyes, the tears are starting to prickle the corner of my
eyes. I wipe them away not wanting David to see just how this has affected me
emotionally, anyway I am at a bloody wedding for Christ’s sake. It’s the truth though he is the only man I
have ever wanted to have a full blown relationship with.
Our discussion is momentarily
interrupted as music starts playing through-out the ballroom. All the wedding guests start to form a circle
around the centre of the dance floor. Marlee
and Mark are in the centre of the circle ready to dance to the couple’s first
dance. This is the part I have been
dreading the most, entering halfway through the dance and dancing with man
whore Steve. Where the hell is he
anyway? I glance around the ballroom and
see him and a women in the corner of the room. I recognise the bridesmaids dress instantly, its Helen and they both seem to be having a
little game of tonsil tennis. Insatiable
the pair of them! I chuckle to myself, Helen obviously
got her way with him in the end then.
David is still standing beside me obviously
not wanting to let me out of his sight. I am also joined by the other bridesmaids and Helen and Steve, they are
joined at the hip, and yes I think Steve is most definitely on a promise
tonight.
Now this is not a normal first
dance that you would expect to see at a wedding. Marlee does not do conventional in most
things. The song they have chosen is the
Kings of Leon’s smash hit Sex on fire. This song describes Marlee and Mark down to a freaking T. Ever since they met, when Mark hired her
services as an escort, their sex was literally a burning fire. I know this from some very descriptive and
explicit discussions from Marlee describing what the sex was like between
them.
Steve and myself enter halfway through the song and get our groove on. I can feel David’s eyes boring a hole into
the back of my head, Yes he has a jealous streak in
him, good. Keep watching David this shit
is about to get real. Steve is so drunk
he has a job keeping upright, but we keep this dance going for entertainment
purposes only of course. We start
gyrating about like it’s a rendition from Dirty Dancing, though Steve is
anything but Patrick Swayze, maybe his ugly second cousin twice removed. The guests start clapping and whooping at our
moves but I am doing this purely for one guest only, David. David has a face like thunder right now and I
do feel a stab of guilt, I am not a total bitch, I do love this man after
all. The song ends and we are free to
enjoy the rest of the wedding but I can’t help feeling that I have pushed the
one man I have ever loved further away from me.
I am briefly joined by the rest of
the girls for more champagne, if I am honest if I have
any more champers I am going to resemble a giggling toddler. I am constantly running
torso I am imagining it’s your hands working me up. You are simply mesmerizing and I can’t get
enough of you.” David is pleading with me, I can see the emotion in his eyes. For someone who plays a Dom in his spare
time, he is letting that control slip away. Am I seeing the real David now,
willing to bare all in order to get me back into his life?
“David is this not a little too
late for all this soul baring now? You hurt me a lot with your words. That night in the club was one of the best of
my life. When we fucked I would of gave you anything at that moment in time. Now that is not my way as you know, I prefer
having sexual interactions with no strings it’s easier that way, no
expectations means no complications. That night though, I would of happily entered into a healthy, strong
relationship with you, not only sexually but also emotionally also.” I say this whilst rubbing my eyes, the tears are starting to prickle the corner of my
eyes. I wipe them away not wanting David to see just how this has affected me
emotionally, anyway I am at a bloody wedding for Christ’s sake. It’s the truth though he is the only man I
have ever wanted to have a full blown relationship with.
Our discussion is momentarily
interrupted as music starts playing through-out the ballroom. All the wedding guests start to form a circle
around the centre of the dance floor. Marlee
and Mark are in the centre of the circle ready to dance to the couple’s first
dance. This is the part I have been
dreading the most, entering halfway through the dance and dancing with man
whore Steve. Where the hell is he
anyway? I glance around the ballroom and
see him and a women in the corner of the room. I recognise the bridesmaids dress instantly, its Helen and they both seem to be having a
little game of tonsil tennis. Insatiable
the pair of them! I chuckle to myself, Helen obviously
got her way with him in the end then.
David is still standing beside me obviously
not wanting to let me out of his sight. I am also joined by the other bridesmaids and Helen and Steve, they are
joined at the hip, and yes I think Steve is most definitely on a promise
tonight.
Now this is not a normal first
dance that you would expect to see at a wedding. Marlee does not do conventional in most
things. The song they have chosen is the
Kings of Leon’s smash hit Sex on fire. This song describes Marlee and Mark down to a freaking T. Ever since they met, when Mark hired her
services as an escort, their sex was literally a burning fire. I know this from some very descriptive and
explicit discussions from Marlee describing what the sex was like between
them.
Steve and myself enter halfway through the song and get our groove on. I can feel David’s eyes boring a hole into
the back of my head, Yes he has a jealous streak in
him, good. Keep watching David this shit
is about to get real. Steve is so drunk
he has a job keeping upright, but we keep this dance going for entertainment
purposes only of course. We start
gyrating about like it’s a rendition from Dirty Dancing, though Steve is
anything but Patrick Swayze, maybe his ugly second cousin twice removed. The guests start clapping and whooping at our
moves but I am doing this purely for one guest only, David. David has a face like thunder right now and I
do feel a stab of guilt, I am not a total bitch, I do love this man after
all. The song ends and we are free to
enjoy the rest of the wedding but I can’t help feeling that I have pushed the
one man I have ever loved further away from me.
I am briefly joined by the rest of
the girls for more champagne, if I am honest if I have
any more champers I am going to resemble a giggling toddler. I am constantly running
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