Recently I was looking to collaborate with an author here on lit, and Blin18 was happy to help out by providing me with this to accompany my art.
JENNA'S CHOICE
So hot! Throbbing music, all rhythm and no melody, pounding through me, so hard that my fingers tingle. Noise, flashing lights. Hot, dancing bodies fill the dance floor, grinding together into a single organism, sleek and lithe and feline.
A club with no men: Jenna’s choice. The vacation together; that was mine. Barbados: Jenna. The Sapphire Hotel: me. I chose the spa, facials, and braids in our hair. Brazillians for two? Our outfits? I could never …; they were Jenna’s choice as well. Wet, faux leather short-shorts and outerware bras – hers with breathtaking panels cut into the side-swells.
It’s Jenna’s choice next. I know what she wants, now; maybe I always have.
I’m ready! I’m yours! I could scream the words, but she wouldn’t hear. There’s safety in the dance, but I can’t bear to be safe any longer.
Our senses overload. Sight, smell, sound; all are meaningless inside the writhing beast. There is only touch. Jenna’s touch. A hip, an elbow – the points of her breasts brush across my back. I lift my braids to cool my neck, and Jenna’s finger slides beneath my bra strap.
It’s your turn; your choice, Jenna. God help me, choose while the answer is still yes.
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