Hard Night At The Bar

I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulder like a young cadet. Her gray sun strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, disconcerted face.” Nothing in those lines expresses the excitement and passion that a man whose truly attracted to a woman displays when they are interested and wants to date you. There was definitely no butterflies in his stomach for

His soft, gentle, fingers trailed a flame down my arm as he let them trace it down to my hand that lay across my stomach. I sighed, content in our lovemaking. Myles’ blue eyes showed his satisfaction in having pleasured me so well. We both knew that it would not last long- it never did. Just his eyes upon me, initiated pleasurable pulsations that began deep in my pleasure place and then traveled through my body. When he licked his lips, I felt it down there… He knew I would soon want him inside me again and the curl of his lip showed his pompous, superiority over all things sexual. He leaned over me and let his tongue trace around the nipple of my left breast before he nibbled at it with his lips and then suckled tenderly. When I began to moan softly, he took my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of my desire. His hand left my breast and traveled down to the soft fleshy mons between my thighs. Slowly and gently, he probed until he had me begging him to penetrate me. I wanted his large phallus inside me, but he continued to tease, his lips trailing fire over my body; he wanted me to beg for it.

While tending bar can be an interesting job with clientele of all walks of life that can make for a very exciting shift, it's also one that's quite a bit more difficult than it looks when on the other side of the counter and watching someone mix and pour drinks. Good judgment, interpersonal skills, and the ability to be firm in decisions and not easily be swayed or talked out of them are necessary in this position, in addition to possessing observational skills.

Derrick had come up to her, smelling like heaven and aftershave and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone – he knew that drove her crazy. He’d whispered that she looked nice in her dress, smiled at her in that charming way and she’d gone weak at the knees, it was also late.

It was another busy Friday night at the Slow Hand Saloon, New York City’s hottest country bar. Penelope McKay had been overwhelmed when she had seen the crowd lined up around the corner waiting to get in. She was thankful Cheyenne was helping her tonight, she would not be able to keep up without the help. It seemed each weekend the crowds grew as did the lines waiting to get in, this was going to be a long night. Penelope’s white cowboy boots clunked across the hardwood floor, she had heads turning as she walked back to the bar. The tassels on her white vest swayed with each step and her daisy dukes hugged her hips, showing off lean, tanned legs. Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled, cascading down her back. Penny took her place behind the bar, checked to see if anyone needed a drink and got ready for her shift.

Sylvia sat backstage of the Black Kitten, down three glasses of cherry-flavored alcohol, visibly shaking. A mood had hit her a few hours prior when she thought she’d seen Vincenzo enter through the front door. She’d gotten up from relaxing between performances and went to greet him affectionately, but it turned out that the curly black hair and tanned, Sicilian skin belonged to another. She’d stood in the middle of the smoky longue for seconds like a fool, leaning too far into this fling the two of them had created.

When her lips once again wrapped around his head, it drove the man over the edge. Bucking off the tiles, he groaned and hooked his fingers in her hair, tearing at her tresses as the couple looked on, holding her head down as he exploded into her hot warm mouth. His body shuddering and his breath ragged, Levine didn't release his grip in her hair, or the palm on her head, allowing her to pop his shaft from between her lips after he was sure she'd swallowed every last drop. "Holy fuck, Soph." Throwing a glance up at the couple, and even from that distance able to see the gleam of white teeth from the man's smile, he started at the teen with mouth open, and softening cock bobbing in the air. Needing a refractory period before he fucked Sophie into oblivion, Adam finally caught his breath and smiled as he collected the champagne bottle. "Damn, you are on hot little fucking slut, you think the mans up there jerking off over you? He replied, groaning as he pushed himself to his feet, and tipped the bottle so that the liquid flowed into Sophie's mouth, filling it like had just with his seed, and dribbled out to run down her tits.

He adored the way the light fell upon her loose blonde curls, how the blue of her eyes nearly lit up the room like a lit candle. Everything about her radiated perfection of the finest degree. Even as he stood there upon the dock, his thoughts wandering to the one night he had shared with her before being whisked off into the frenzy of war; he could feel the very tips of his fingers buzz with pent-up electricity. It was as if his body had memorized the way her soft curves felt, hands aching to trace the small of her back, the dip of her hips… She was intoxicating him, like two glasses of the finest wine money could

Her legs felt weaker and weaker as she felt dominated by his feral gaze, his primal musk fueling her lust. She sank to her buttocks, spreading her thighs before her hand reached between them, firmly stroking her hot and wet pussy through her panties. Though she had tried to make sure she was out of arm’s length, she only remembered how far a regular werewolf could reach. This alpha could reach farther…and he was in perfect range to grab her by the ankle. Even better? Though the bars were too narrow for him to squeeze through…a human could do so quite

You walked into the casino cautiously, your arm looped through your friends. Somehow she had convinced you to join her. She loaned you one of her dresses, the tight silk hugging your curves, making you feel confident yet exposed. The plum color bringing out your complexion. Of course once you two were seated at the bar she found her next target and pulled him to the dance floor, leaving you alone.

We figured out it was dad when we went to get him and he was climbing into his window.

So I took in his features. I let his beauty take over my thoughts as I memorized every detail I could see. Plump, cartoonish pink lips that draw back as he bites down on his calloused fingertip. Wavy dark brown hair that is pushed back from his face, creating a perfectly careless style that sits on top of his head. Vibrant, forest green eyes that I only see when his vision flicks to the top of his book's page. A crease between his brows that shows up when he pushes them to meet, a deep crease that shows years of focus and confusion, telling me that he's an intelligent thinker.

And even when I’ve seen some males that identify as feminine, I still wouldn’t date them if they were dressed in feminine clothing because their facial outline and body are still too masculine for me. But with you, your bone structure is not masculine at all,” he told her with a more clear thought process of why there was an attraction to her. It was back and forth with their assertive actions towards each other because Johnny now took the lead in leaning in to lightly press his cheek against one of hers. He pressed his cheek into hers for a few moments taking in the smell of her. In return, she was taking in his cologne and manly pheromone. His pheromone began to change her physiological reactions, and when Johnny went for the gold, the kiss of the evening, he pressed his lips against hers, but what hit his lower appendage…sent him into a stage of ecstasy that he had longed for since that one night in his senior year of high school. What hit him was Clarissa’s lower appendage, and Johnny had now finally realized the balance of maleness with a feminine body type and heart. Heavy kissing and pressing up against each other’s bodies was all that occurred at the Oceanside Pier that

The woman's reaction as Adam brought his gaze up from her cleavage had him grinning. A slut, just as he'd taken her for; the man prided himself on being able to pick them out of a crowd; and not the type of whore he'd usually date, but he hadn't approached her with that intent in mind, but simply as female in possession of warm, tight holes to be fucked in order to relieve some tension, and demonstrate to his friends that the break-up of his relationship had been Kate's loss. For that purpose, the woman he'd barricaded in with the placement of his stool, appeared perfect. Although he'd seen bigger tits.

Kate Townsend is a loner who’s learned the hard way that she can only rely on herself. But when she wakes up in a strange building with three months of her life gone, she knows she needs help. She is irresistibly drawn to the home of a man she’s never met, who tells her he’s a werewolf and that she’s become one too.