XXXCiting Strangers: Ten Sex with Stranger Erotica Stories by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: DRC Erotic Anthologies
Published: 2014-10-07T04:00:00+00:00

The Fourth Encounter

It’s been nearly a year since I’ve seen the mystery man. I don’t think about him really, but once in a while the door at the salon jingles, I wonder if it’s him coming back for another haircut. He hasn’t returned though. Maybe he thought I did a bad job.

I tell my girlfriends about him tonight. We’re drinking and I see a man with a similar stature walking around the club, so my mind goes to him. My friends think he sounds creepy. I guess I can see their point of view if I look at the situation objectively. I decide to drop the subject, and we go to the dance floor.

The music is thumping. I can feel it all the way from the soles of my boots to the roots of my hair. I’m dancing like I’ll never dance again, and between the lights and alcohol, I lose control of my senses.

I feel a body press up against mine from behind. It’s not uncommon at the clubs, and I’m not altogether bothered. I am, however, inclined to at least take a glance to make sure he’s not an ogre. I start turn my head.

“Delaney.” The voice is low, rough, and more familiar to me than it should be. Goosebumps spring to life on my skin. My name on that tongue sounds like a melting chocolate ball: delicious, sweet, and somehow lustful. I twist my neck farther to see if it’s the man I suspect.

Before I can catch a glimpse, though, he seizes my wrists, wrenches them aggressively behind my back, and secures them together in one of his hands. I feel his other hand press on my back between my shoulder blades, urging me to bend forward. I oblige. My ass presses into his crotch, and we dance in this provocative manner for the remainder of the song. I feel him grow hard against me, and I relish in my sexuality. When the song ends and transitions into another, he releases my wrists. They’re slightly sore. I straighten up and turn to face him.

I can distinguish no particular culprit from the crowd dancing around me. My friends seem to have noticed nothing. I do, however, see a metallic head disappearing into the abyss of clubbers.

“Wait!” I cry out, but my voice goes unheard over the pounding music.

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