The Adult Story Hub

Evening breaks as the moon burns through the remaining clouds of the day. I am dressed in a black satin dress jacket, black pants and shoes, blue satin shirt and tie. I feel that I am ready for anything she throws at me, and in a distinctly sly mood, I am eager to let this game begin.

The Blue Palace is a posh, slightly over the top dance club/cigar lounge. It’s 11:30pm, and the crowd is just beginning to filter in. The club patronizes an eclectic mix of young studs on the hunt, giddy pubescent girls, drag queens and those that play on the other side of the fence. The place is large inside, three floors of thumping remix dance beats, choking cigar smoke, scantily clad bar girls and steroidal sized bouncers. I make my way in after paying the $20 cover fee. I am not sure where to find Baby.

So many people to wade through and the continuous bass beat numbs your senses. It is dark inside with black lighting around the side of the walls and the requisite disco balls in the center of the ceiling. Laser lights flash on and off against the many mirrored ball showering the floor with tiny beams of red, blue and green. As I move through the crowd, from one floor to the next, I notice that the third and last floor is predominantly populated with drag queens and their friends.

I have a feeling this is where I will find her. The floor is packed in solid with young boys dancing to a techno beat music while older men sit on the bar stools gazing at the whirling, sweaty nubile young forms on the dance floor. Drag queens parade up and down from the lounge area to the bar and back again, never giving a glance to the action on the floor. I can see through the haze, boys and men making out in the darker interiors of the club.

I feel uncomfortable yet not threatened. In a feminine sort of way, it is no different than the actions taking place just one floor below. I push past a couple of drag queens that I suppose felt where the pillars that held up the floor. There is a jibe and sly remark pushed my way... something to do with "the well dressed man."

I let it slide, and just as I am ready to start investigating the lower floors, I see her sitting on a lounge chair, seated between two pretty boys, and sipping some exotically colorful drink. I almost had walked by not really noticing how well she was made up. She sees me and gives me a wink.

I stand puzzled and excited. How she could look even more beautiful than earlier today is a question I cannot answer. She sits in her sea green Indochina dress, cinched at the collar with the diamond brooch I had bought for her a couple of years ago. Her hair is pulled back in a sophisticated, 1940’s Hollywood style that opens her face to all it’s natural radiance.

She beckons me with open hands to sit down but I motion that there is not enough room for four on the small couch. Seeing this she gets up and motions me to sit down, and then gingerly sits on top of my lap. I instantly feel the heat of her body against mine. The music thumps its techno-tribal beat through our skeletons, while the boys continue to twist their lithe bodies on the dance floor.

My princess leans against my body, combs a hand through my hair and begins kissing my face from top to bottom, never touching my lips. I know she is teasing me, showing off in front of her friends... showing how much she has changed... showing that all her inhibitions, all her taboos were now gone forever. I feel myself becoming exhilarated by her movements while her gay friends look on with envy. Is she trying to show them up? Prove a point to them? I don’t care. I am becoming lost in this dark world of music, alcohol and eroticism.

"Baby," I mutter into her ear.

"Shhhh, darling," she says. "Just relax, let me make love to you."

Her kisses become more passionate, finally probing my lips and mouth. I try to respond, to meet her kisses with my own, but she grabs my face with both hands, and continues to push her tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. She slides her body now... so that she is facing me, legs straddled over mine; her back is to the dance floor. I can see that her friends are becoming disinterested now... like she has proven her point. But, she continues with her abandon. Her tight dress is hiked up to her hips so that her legs can easily straddle mine... and effortlessly, my hands reach down to her firm derriere. I squeeze gently, and push her closer to me.

"Do you want me? Huh?" she whispers.

"Yes" I answer, "All of you, right here... right now."

I can see by the expression in her eyes that she is thinking the same thing. Our kisses become deeper, more passionate to the point of being animalistic. She bites my tongue and then licks it better with her tongue. I kiss her top lip and swirl my way down to her bottom lip, never pausing for a moment. Her hands pull on my hair, pulling my head forward so that our kisses penetrate deep into each other’s mouth.

She opens her eyes and her stare etches her ravenous hunger into my heart. All is lost, passion and yearning take over. She grabs my chin with her left hand, begins sucking on my tongue and with her right hand unzips my trousers. I look around but we are deep in the recesses of the club, darkness prevails every where and the men and boys are more interested in each other than us. She grabs tightly onto my hard penis and moves it to her desirous opening. I am so excited that I am not totally aware of my surroundings. Slowly she slides my hardness into her, without pause, she is so, so wet.

"Ahhhhh," she moans, "so hard, so..."

The risk of being caught heightens the experience. I can’t remember when I have been so excited as now. My head tilts back against the couch, and my neck becomes a blank canvas for her unending kisses. She moves slowly up and down, and I can feel her wetness increase with each movement. We both know that the moment we increase the pace of our love, we will both orgasm, the desire is so strong.

"Baby," I begin to moan but she places a finger against my lips. I can see now that she is falling deeper into her own little world – the moment just before all your nerve endings scream out in utter passion. The music increases in tempo, more bass, and quicker beat.

I can see the young boys work themselves up into a sweaty lather on the dance floor, spinning and gyrating to the continuous beat of the music. She pushes against my chest with her hands, and begins moving faster and faster, and faster... in time with the music. It is so hard to contain myself... my desire to release is overwhelming. Her gaze locks on to my eyes, pure black opals burning into mine. Faster she moves, faster to the music.

I don’t even notice my hands on her hips now, moving her, sliding her up and down on my hardness, to the never ending drone of the beat. I see her bite her lip and throw her head back, faster and faster she moves. I can feel everything... the blood pouring into her loins. The pressure building in my penis. And as the music reaches a crescendo she lets out a primordial moan of total ecstasy. We both let go of everything we know, and feel each other, together in total uninhibited passion.

"Oh yes... so hot," she sighs.

I have no words to describe how I feel... just to see her like this, no taboos, no barriers, no inhibitions... overwhelms me with love.

It’s 3:00am... it’s raining again, and we are holding each other waiting for the limo to pull up in front of the club. The dancing will go on until the break of dawn. The limo arrives and I open the door for my princess. It is luxurious inside, with wine bar, television and cell phone. I sit down first and then Baby lays her head on my lap, stretches out, closes her eyes and with a wry smile on her face falls instantly asleep. The ride back to her apartment takes less than 30 minutes.

"Honey... we’re here," I whisper.

"Hhmm, already?" she replies, stretching out her arms.

I get out of the limo first, helping her out onto the wet sidewalk. She is still asleep, but manages to type in the security code to open the wrought iron fence that leads to her apartment.

"Are you ok, princess?" I ask, but only get that tender little pout that melted my heart a couple of years ago. I close the fence behind me, and take the apartment keys from her hands.

"Which one?"

"It’s 2104" she replies, and then falls into my arms, succumbing to the sandman.

I lift her up into my arms and carry her into the waiting elevator. The ride up is breath taking as the elevator is on the exterior of the building... with an ascending view of the downtown, you can see an ocean of lights and cars buzzing here and there...

Her apartment is a corner dwelling, spacious, and surrounded by windows. The moon floods the interior, and points the way to the bedroom. I gently lay the sleeping princess down on the soft bed, standing over her mesmerized by her love. With tenderness, I remove her shoes, and rub her small, delicate feet.

"Hhmmm," she moans.

"Turn over darling" I whisper into her ear. She turns, and I slowly unzip her dress exposing her caramel skin to the soft light of the moon. Her skin is like satin, so smooth and flawless. I slide the dress off and lay it on a nearby chair, then remove her lace bra and thong. She grabs for the blanket but I stop her and lift her gently so that she can slide properly under the sheets.

Her head hits the pillow and the dream weaver begins singing his song of slumber. I take off my jacket and place it on top of her dress. Another chair beckons me, and I sit down by the window, trying to absorb the nighttime, but all I can do is watch her, see her breathing become shallow and watching her fall blissfully asleep.