We sit in the dark,
at the top of the arena,
rich notes filling the air.
I wear a dress, heels.
You're dashing in your suit.
I slip my hand under your waist band and down,
lightly stroking,
movements constricted,
hungry for more.
Furtive kisses,
Stolen nibbles,
Fearing to draw attention...
Your fingers plunge deftly into wetness, I whimper...
You show no mercy,
relentlessly bestowing pleasure,
conjuring moans that blend with the mournful notes of the soprano on stage.
Panting, wild-eyed, I grab your hand -
We stumble out to the deserted corridor and into the first bathroom we find.
I tear at your belt buckle, and pull your hardness into me as you shove me against the wall, sinking in deep...
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