sad day… [explicit]

i have to admit… i have tried three times to write the story i have in my head.  but each time i do, i go back and read it to find the most horrible things i’ve ever written……… so i delete it and start again.

its like the outline in my head is not matching what i write, almost as if i am ignoring the outline altogether.  very annoying.  so, instead i’m going to insert a… er… thing i wrote about a month ago in a secondary diary i write in.  that’s not to say that i’m keeping things from you all, but more because i think you all wouldn’t want to hear what i write in there…

but i think you’ll enjoy this… perhaps…

The Mercury

the mercury is a goth club.  a very heavy goth club.  its not listed in the yellow pages, and is not even remotely a famous place to hang out.  it is a hardcore, balls to the wall goth club.  no leather? no entrance.

well, oddly enough once a month they have whats called a "lounge night" in which they play jazz, swing, latin, mambo etc.  there is almost a cult following for this night, a group of people that always make it to these.  if it wasn’t for this group, the night would have died off long ago, but because of their support, and eventual word of mouth, lounge night had taken off and was a huge success.

and, yes, thats where you’ll find me every first monday of the month.  my first few times there were a bust.  no real dancing, and my lack of will to ask someone to dance didn’t help.  so, as much as i enjoyed the music, and as much as i enjoyed the company i was with, i needed to break away and find someone else.

that all changed.  this night the mercury was packed with people, a rare occurance at the tiny club considering the night.  i of course was wearing my dark suit and fedora.  it was a tradition really.  couldn’t go to lounge night without them.  jammed up against the wall i surveyed the crowd dancing.  then, looking across the floor i saw her.

she had darker hair, of which two thin strands flowed in front of her ears.  the rest was pulled back and shimmed across her back in the flashing light.  her skin was a creamy light color that almost seemed to reflect what little light hit it.  her face was chisled, yet smooth.  her forehead sloped into her nose and lips, her eyes dazzling orbs that were set like jewels in an expensive brooch.  she wore a tight fitting top with very slim straps.  stopping just about belly-button height, her creamy stomach exposed until her low-cut black pants began.  the pants were flat front, and straight-legged.  her boots were short, but stocky, sticking out from underneath her baggy pants.  over top she had a black coat that went to her knees trimmed with studs and other metal pieces.

she was lithe, and very slim.  her movements pure grace as she talked with a guy.  i couldn’t tell if she was engaged in her conversation with said male or not, but i hoped she wasn’t. 

i was so enthralled with her i couldn’t break my gaze from this goddess i had found.  suddenly she saw me staring at her.  i swear my mouth was wide open with how she looked at me.  however, as soon as she recovered (which was about 2 seconds before i did) she continued her conversation with the guy.

composing myself, i tried to look away towards something a bit more attainable.  but for some reason i was unable to keep my eyes off her for more than a few seconds.  suddenly, as if she couldn’t take the conversation with the guy any longer, she looked at him sternly, and said something.  i had no idea what it was she said, but he seemed to become very absorbed in the glass he was drinking from as i saw him mutter an apology.  she stared him down and he walked away.

really not thinking anything about it i turned to answer a friend of mine.  looking back she wasn’t there anymore!  my spirits fell, thinking i might not get to see her again before she left… but then i saw her.  she was crossing the floor.  time seemed to slow as i realised she was walking directly at me.  the crowd on the floor parted as she strode through the mass of bodies.  it was as if no one dared get in her way.  she was on a mission and she did not want to be stopped.

i stood stock still, watching her, entranced by her every moment until she stood directly in front of me.  i know she said nothing because i watched her lips, thinking my hearing would betray me.  she just grabbed my hand and we left to go to the dance floor. 

wrapping our arms around one another we began dancing, twirling, moving back and forth to the music.  my hand behind her head, hers behind mine, we swung in circles, her twirling under my mock-guiding hand, then back into my arms.  to and fro, we scuttled, shuffled, moved and grooved.  up and down, across and back.  the world was ours.  realising i was not in control, i watched as her hands grasped at my tie and loosened it.  her hands proceeded to unbutton my shirt.  i looked at her questioningly, but she shrugged and continued.  soon, as i twirled her to one side, in one quick movement she had removed her tank-top and was moving back into my arms. 

her skin was more beautiful than i could have ever imagined.  the line of her neck continued down her back and to her hips.  the curve of her shoulder only aided in the beauty of her torso.  her breasts where small, but fit the scheme of her chisled beauty to a T.  even if michaelangelo had sculpted her, she could not have been more stunning.  racing back to my arms, we continued dancing, becoming more frenzied as the music seemed to fill our souls.

with a quick flick of her hands, she had freed my quickly tightening trousers and grasped at me.  soon we were blur of motion as our hands moved along each others bodies, flicking each other this way and that. 

in a sensual motion, she han unfastened her belt and pants at the same time and let them drop to the floor, revealing a lack of under clothing.  i beckoned to her and she stepped out of them and sauntered towards me.  no longer even listening to the music she drapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

as our lips touched sparks flew in my mind.  looking down i realised that all my clothes had been removed with the exception of my fedora. 

breaking our kiss, she placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back into a wall.  having no place to escape (and not particularly wanting to) she kissed me yet again.  grabbing the barstool next to us, she placed a long leg upon it and directed me into her.  as i melted into the hot passion presented before me, i lost all concept of time and hoped i would never return.  our bodies, no longer dancing, moved to the beat of the band quickly arising in us the feral need to orgasm.  writhing together our hugs and kisses gave way to heated moans and grunts.  every muscle in each of our bodies were fully absorbed in the act of giving each other the pleasure we so badly wanted.

i could feel her begin to pull me deeper

as my own center pushed to release.  we were now both prolonging the inevitable.  holding on to each other our lips locked once again as both our bodies rejected our attempts to hold off.

with an explosion that rocked the walls we both felt the wave of pleasure course through our bodies.  we were no longer melted together, but two pieces of flesh, grinding against each other trying to get every last drop of the feeling out.

blinking twice i came back to reality and looked frantically for her in the crowd.  it didn’t take long to find her as she was standing directly in front of me…

"wanna dance?"