The Casual Chronicles, Part I: Meet Angel

in the twinkling of an eye, i turn to catch his come in my mouth. i want it so badly. he moans loudly. his cum fills my mouth. there's so much. a few drips escape the corner of my mouth. i moan deep in my throat as i swallow it all using my tongue to catch that at the corner of my mouth. it heats my throat as it makes its way to my stomach. i lick his penis clean as he's still kneeling on the bed, eyes closed and twitching. once i'm finished, he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

g-d, he murmurs. he slowly unfolded his body onto the bed. as he's holding me, i close my eyes. just before sleep can claim me, i think

mission accomplished.

Bullshit, she thought. She knew her girlfriend was prone to embellishment as she sat on the phone listening to her latest exploit.

Do you think I should publish this? Maybe send to the Penthouse Letters or the Playgirl Forum?

Hmmm...oh, shit. There's my call waiting. Let me call you back. She hung up without waiting for her friend's enjoiner to end the conversation. Frankly, she was happy to end the call. She loved her friend dearly but, at times, she was a too much. She sat back from her vanity to admire her makeup. She looked good and she knew it. Standing she turned and walked to her bed, her sating robe trailing behind her lithe body like the train of a wedding gown. Letting the gown fall from her shoulders, she looked at her outfit for the evening. She drew the jeans over her smooth legs. She watched herself, with her head slightly cocked to the right. As she pulled the zipper up her freshly waxed pussy disappeared. These were her favorite jeans. They were her "if all else fails" jeans. They were a snug fit. If she gained just a few pounds, she wouldn't be able to get into them. They looked like they were made for her. She donned a white t-shirt. No bra. In the right light, hell in any light, the shirt was sheer and she liked that.

She dropped her lipgloss, next to her cell, some cash, her ID, and three condoms. It was going to be a good night, she knew it, could feel it. She took the stairs to the main floor loving the feel of the soft cotton draw against her nipples as she bounced down the stairs. She wondered when gravity would come to claim her breasts--"the twins" she called them. She let the thought escape her mind. She knew it wouldn't be tonight. She felt the crotch of her jeans press against her most intimate opening. She was wet and the night had just begun.

She made it to the lobby. Let me get the door for you, Miss... She smiled demurely, looking him in his eyes as she passed through the door. She placed her hand on his chest and murmured, Thank you. The man's wife blatantly cleared her throat. No matter. Angel was out the door with his eyes still on her. She could feel him watching her hips sway, the way her jeans sat at her hips just under her tattoo.

She was going to hell.

And...she didn't care. She walked down the street to one of her favorite nightclubs. Hey Angel. Save a dance for me later? She laughed. He was always trying to pick her up. It didn't matter the number of men she left the club with. And, she was always leaving the club with a man or two. Maybe. She walked inside the club laughing as he told her she would be the death of him.

The bass from the music vibrated the club. She knew that if she sat at the bar close enough to the speaker, she could feel a little tingle in her pussy. But that wouldn't be enough tonight. She made her way to the dancefloor. She was never one to wait. She watched as the spotlight swept the floor. Bodies entwined. Hands groping. Tongues dancing with other tongues. She raised her hands and pushed her way into the middle of the throng.

She began to wind her hips. In no time, she felt a pair of hands on each hip. She felt his dick on her ass before his pelvis solidly met her behind. She began to grind slowly. She put her hands in her hair and moved slowly. Another man came in front of her, trying to dance in front of her. She shooed him with a look. She closed her eyes and let her body get used to dancing. She felt his hands roaming her body, sometimes under her shirt, over her breasts. She didn't stop him. It was a nice beginning to what was going to be a long night. She twined a hand behind his head and let him lead. As she let the music take over, she felt another pair of hands on her breasts.

She opened her eyes to see the stark blue eyes of a very beautiful woman. Before she could speak. The woman pressed her cool face to Angel's flushed cheek and breathed in her ear.

Relax.