I live for live music.
Where I can sing and dance.
Let the music move my body.
It makes me feel alive.
And when I feel alive, I feel turned on.
Turned on by life.
It makes my hips sway and move to the feeling of the music.
Occasionally I turn to look at you making eye contact and giving you a smirk before putting my focus back on myself.
Closing my eyes to feel the sensation of the music, the air on my bare legs, and the energy of all the people around me.
Knowing they have no idea of the devilish thoughts going on in my head.
Brushing my hands against your arms.
Coming up behind you, planting a light kiss on your neck while pressing myself up against your back ever so subtly. Moving away again just as you begin to grasp the feeling.
Back again to my own little dirty world, feeling myself.
Circling my hips, letting my arms move lightly up my body into the air, knowing you are watching, imagining how you'd hold my hands like that so you could do what you want.
Keeping just enough distance that you can't touch me unless I decide you're going to.
I’d slowly move my way to you.
Backing my body up against yours.
Continue to sway and grind my hips, feeling myself on you.
Only letting your hands grip my hips while people dance, and sing, and laugh around us.
How firm your hold on my hips tells me everything I need to know.