The Chronicles X - Skin To Skin
Chronicled by
Afronuts
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Friday, November 01, 2013
The dark Friday night held many things in its wake.
It held the travelling sound of music booming through the neighborhood
which came from a well-lit and vibrantly active nightclub – the foremost social
hub of the environment. Heavy stenches of smoked cigarettes and occasional
whiff of cannabis burrowed through from hidden dark corners, finding their own
space in the atmosphere. Perfumes, hormones and post-coital essence hung in
alleys; solaces for quick sex romps between couples – some of which were paid
for and others which were of aphrodisiac-influenced consent.
Buzz hummed and surveyed the area judiciously, searching for
a defined interest.
Urban attired men and scandalously dressed women littered
the entrance and surroundings of the club – some out to share pre-sinful
moments, others, just taking fresh breath of air from the stuffy din inside the
club. Vehicles belonging to patrons were parked in places outside the club
compound. One of them, a black Jeep with chrome wheels, bounced gently on its
absorbers as an obvious act was being consummated within.
A group of five young women strolled leisurely out of the
club, chattering and laughing excitedly. One of them brought out something from
the back pocket of her tight jeans, wrapped, sealed and smacked at it with her
middle finger. She then brought out a plastic lighter and lit it. The flame
flickered as embers lit up. She drew strongly on it, let out trails of smoke
and passed it to the next girl.
Buzz checked each one of them out until the required person
was spotted.
She was a buxom beauty who flaunted a flamboyant generosity of
exposing her ‘selling points’; she wore a very short and tight red gown that had
limited space for her breasts and offered unlimited exposure of her legs and
full thighs. The back end of the outfit clung tightly to her protruding
buttocks as the fabric struggled to conceal her derriere.
Buzz was excited.
She had a lot to offer.
She was perfect.
Signaling to the others, Buzz advanced stealthily towards the
target.
She stood with her friends sharing gossip and girl talk and she
stood out as the most daring of the group. Her sex appeal totally dwarfed that of
her friends – thanks to her gown that was gratuitous in showing off the goods.
Only one other girl wore a gown but it was not as dastardly short and daring as
hers. The other two wore just bum shorts under loose blouses besides the last
girl in jeans and T-shirt.
Buzz edged in closer followed closely behind by Spike and
Wizzy.
Buxom beauty suddenly burst into laughter over something one
of her friends said. The gossip topic had shifted to that of their
relationships and was getting more interesting.
She bent over the bonnet of a parked car to support herself.
The gown hugged her butt tightly, revealing more upper bum skin.
Buzz moved in for the kill.
Spike followed in pursuit.
Wizzy trailed along.
They parted ways with martial precision.
Buzz went for her right thigh.
Spike zeroed in on her exposed left breast.
Wizzy dovetailed for exposed part of her bum.
All strategically stationed at different points above
slightly perspiring and promising skin, the three mosquitoes each drove in their
proboscis and siphoned on human blood.
Tomorrow, buxom beauty would itch in places like a bitch.
2 Screamer(s):
Haha! The mosquito twist was too funny!
LMAo....I sort of saw that coming!
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