Zander teaser for Temporary Bliss
Just over 5 days to go until release!
Here is a bit of Zander aka the Energizer Bunny for you.
I followed Zander into the room, before he shut the door behind us, engaging the lock with a loud click.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, pulling his body hard up against my back. He ran his hands down my back, starting at my shoulders and slowly moving them down the side of my chest until they rested on my hips.
“Wanna dance?” he murmured in my ear as my body melted against him.
I looked around and found a stripper pole set to the side of the room.
Spinning around to look at him, I quirked a brow. “You want me to dance for you? You’re the professional,” I added with a wink.
“That I may be, hon, but you...you have raw talent. Just pretend you’re in a bed with me.” He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in, tugging on my bottom lip before meshing out lips together as he tangled his tongue around mine.
He pulled back just a little, and I moaned in disappointment.
“Naked…” He nipped my lip again before tracing his tongue along it, soothing the slight sting with a delightful mix of pain and pleasure.
“Okay,” I sighed breathlessly. “Although Zan, we’ve never actually made it to a bed.”
And so it was that my first ever pole dancing experience was in that private room of a Chicago strip club. Zander grabbed a remote from a pocket behind the seat and suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On”. I swiped his fedora from his head and put it on, tilting it forward over my eyes. I was totally feeling the stripper vibe.
By the end of the song, I had twirled and gyrated my way around the pole, finishing with nothing but a smile and his hat. After that performance, Zander reacquainted himself with the way I tasted, and how loud I could be when screaming out his name during a spine-tingling orgasm that left my body limp for a good ten minutes afterwards.
Here is a bit of Zander aka the Energizer Bunny for you.
I followed Zander into the room, before he shut the door behind us, engaging the lock with a loud click.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, pulling his body hard up against my back. He ran his hands down my back, starting at my shoulders and slowly moving them down the side of my chest until they rested on my hips.
“Wanna dance?” he murmured in my ear as my body melted against him.
I looked around and found a stripper pole set to the side of the room.
Spinning around to look at him, I quirked a brow. “You want me to dance for you? You’re the professional,” I added with a wink.
“That I may be, hon, but you...you have raw talent. Just pretend you’re in a bed with me.” He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in, tugging on my bottom lip before meshing out lips together as he tangled his tongue around mine.
He pulled back just a little, and I moaned in disappointment.
“Naked…” He nipped my lip again before tracing his tongue along it, soothing the slight sting with a delightful mix of pain and pleasure.
“Okay,” I sighed breathlessly. “Although Zan, we’ve never actually made it to a bed.”
And so it was that my first ever pole dancing experience was in that private room of a Chicago strip club. Zander grabbed a remote from a pocket behind the seat and suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On”. I swiped his fedora from his head and put it on, tilting it forward over my eyes. I was totally feeling the stripper vibe.
By the end of the song, I had twirled and gyrated my way around the pole, finishing with nothing but a smile and his hat. After that performance, Zander reacquainted himself with the way I tasted, and how loud I could be when screaming out his name during a spine-tingling orgasm that left my body limp for a good ten minutes afterwards.
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