Mickey held her hand as they sat in the bar every guy was staring at her, the way her long flowing hair laid on her shoulders, her lips glistening in the neon light above the bar they all wanted her.
She was Mickey’s for life ever since the night of passion which sealed the fate of their love forever. The night he found out why they call her the passionate demon. He will never forget that night how gentle and yet, demonstrative she had been with him for hours never letting him forget that he was the one she chose.
He had always since that faithful night made her his one vision of life, his dreams, his ambitions, and his every thought, breathe all of it. He worshipped the ground which she placed those long, flowing legs all silky and smooth upon. He longed to please her every desire but, this one was just asking too much for him to gather his in his mind.
“Why do we have to do this?” he asked.
“Because you want me to be happy don’t you?” she replied.
“Yes; I guess so this just doesn’t feel right.” he said with a somber tone.
She took him by the hand and led him to the dance floor her body gliding through the tables as each person’s eyes was entranced by her as she moved to the floor leading Mickey. He kept tugging against her pull but, as he saw those flowing curls down her back and her shapely body his mind wandered back to that night and he was lost inside his mind to what they were about to do.
They stopped on the dance floor and began to dance slowly to the music playing on the stereo; swaying back and forth to the beat her body pushing tighter into his with each soft beat. His hands were now moving down her back to her curvy full hips feeling the silky dress she was wearing under his fingertips.
Her lips were beginning to press against his earlobes as his body began to tingle from the excitement and the way she was pleasing his ears. “I love you, Mickey.” she whispered in his ear as she began to slowly undress in the middle of the dance floor her lips still suckling his earlobes, her hands busy undoing her dress as it fell to the floor under his touch. Mickey shook awake as he felt her dress slip through his fingertips.
“Shhh, it’s ok Mickey baby it’s ok.” she whispered pulling him closer to her as he stumbled staring at her now nearly naked body only covered by a tiny thong and silky red bra nearly see through.
His hands began to feel her body beneath them and his lips met hers in a passionate kiss as he dreamed of the night they met again forgetting where they were in his mind. “I love you too.” he whispered to her as he began to kiss her, his tongue entering her mouth. Her hands pulling his face closer to hers both hands almost forcing him into her.
He began to pull away then she dropped her bra to the floor as he stood there speechless staring at her heavenly bosoms forgetting the dozens of eyes watching this intently. All enjoying the show and hoping that this turns into the penthouse fantasy they all have dreamed of for years. One woman and a room full of men, hot steamy sex for hours till she is totally exhausted. If it were for only one thing, Mickey.
Before they could realize it Mickey had pulled her to the ground and was inside of her with her gliding up and down on his stiffening manhood. His hands were cupping her heavenly breasts softly playing with her nipples as she pleasured him in this manner.
Her hair moves with each motion, side to side and up and down the light curls moving only exciting Mickey further as he began to suddenly pulse inside her he could not hold back. She pulled off just before he began to erupt inside of her, getting on all fours for him to enter her from behind begging him to re-enter her Mickey just kneeled there looking at her.
He wanted to go as he suddenly realized that many of the guys were now standing up next to them in front of her face naked with the stiff members in hand waiting for her warm mouth to pleasure them too.
“Mickey look at me, its ok I promise.” she replied as clearly his hard on was now gone as he woke to the situation at hand. “Just enjoy the show honey.” As she began to pleasure the other men in front of her, taking each hard manhood by the hand stroking and kissing them as she moved about the floor.
Mickey got up and moved back to the bar with his clothes in his hand, his broken heart clearly falling with each taste, each touch of her lips to another man. “Jack and make it quick.” he ordered over the noise of sex and loud music as Kid Rock played on the stereo. When he realized there was no longer a bartender behind the bar he was in her mouth while Mickey’s heart was breaking. He got up went behind the bar and poured a drink for himself watching her pleasure the men in the bar, the last vision he would ever have of her.
He took his drink, slammed it down put his clothes back on and walked out the door. He never looked back as he heard her begin to cry out in the same passionate tone of the night they fell in love, a tear running down his cheek as he watched more men entering the bar.
“You leaving I heard they are having a hot time in there tonight?” a man asked him as he walked out. Mickey punched him in the face knocking him out cold as his broken heart turned into the rage of frustration as she continued to scream out in pleasure inside.
“Dam.” he whispered to himself as he walked away and got into the car his pants still undone, his shoes barely on. He drove home and went into the house and there was the fate he remembered lying on the floor. “Hello sweetheart.” he said as he picked up his six month old daughter kissing her cheek as tears still ran down his.
He paid the babysitter to take his daughter home with her that night saying he was not feeling well. She agreed, he kissed his daughter goodbye then locked the door behind them as they left. He moved back into the living room sat on the couch staring at the pictures of his life, his dreams, and his world as they were crashing into his eyes like jagged rocks making him wish he wasn’t here anymore.
“I wish this had never happened.” he screamed as he knocked the candle on the floor the hot wax began to burn on the carpet as he sat there watching it burn. Soon the flames were spreading up the wall and engulfing the room as Mickey began to scream from the pain.
“Mickey, Mickey!” he heard a familiar voice screaming at him as he felt the tears running down his cheeks his pillow wet to his touch. “Your dreaming honey are you ok?” she said as she stroked his face with her soft touch.
“I am now.” he replied as he hugged her feeling her warm body against his. “I am now.” he looked over in the corner was his daughter in her crib sleeping peacefully.
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