I can’t help but be a sexy bar slut…

The dive was thick with smoke and sin, the kind of place where trouble lingered in the air like whiskey and made me eager to be a sexy bar slut. I had come for the distraction, for the thrill of the unknown, and tonight, I found it sitting at the far end of the bar, sipping from a glass of something dark and dangerous.He was all leather and muscle, a slow, smoldering presence in the dim light. His dark eyes flicked to me as I slid onto the stool beside him, his gaze dragging over me like a slow caress.

The way he looked at me, the way his lips curled ever so slightly, it was enough to make my pulse quicken. I used my sexy bar slut ways work their magic as I take a sip of my drink. Of course, feeling the heat of his body even though we weren’t touching. But the tension was there, a live wire between us, coiling tighter with every passing second. He reached for his glass, the movement slow, deliberate. A tattoo curled around his forearm, disappearing beneath the sleeve of his worn leather jacket.

My tongue flicked over my lower lip.

He already knew that his sexy bar slut was coming. The ride back to my place was a blur of streetlights and pounding anticipation, the roar of his bike vibrating through me as I clung to his solid frame. The air was thick with the scent of rain and leather, and by the time we reached my door, my skin was already burning. Inside, the door barely clicked shut before he had me against it, his hands braced on either side of my head. He smelled like smoke and steel, something raw and untamed. The heat of him pressed into me, a silent promise of what was to come.

My fingers trailed over the cool leather of his jacket, then lower, to the hem of his shirt. His muscles twitched beneath my touch, tight and coiled. When I peeled the fabric up, revealing smooth, hard planes of skin, traced by ink and scars that told stories I would never know. His hands finally moved, skimming along my sexy bar slut sides, before gripping my thighs and lifting me effortlessly. My breath hitched as he carried me across the room, his mouth ghosting over my throat, his stubble scraping against my skin in the most delicious way.

I use my sexy bar slut touch on him…

We fell into bed in a tangle of limbs and breathless anticipation. He took his time, like a man who knew exactly what he was doing, like he was savoring every moment. His lips traveled along my collarbone, down my blonde bombshell stomach, leaving fire in their wake. My sexy bar slut body arched, wordless, needing more.

His fingers traced patterns against my skin, a contrast to the hunger in his touch. Of course, the slow burn that was building between us. The way he moved, controlled but unrelenting, made me dizzy with want. Every glance, every brush of his lips, was deliberate.

By the time he finally pressed into me, I was already lost, already unraveling beneath him. The world narrowed to the slide of his body against mine and the rhythm that sent us spiraling together. Faster. Deeper.Until, there was nothing left but sensation, the sharp edge of pleasure tipping us over into something primal and consuming.

After, the room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, the faint hum of the city outside. His arm rested possessively across my stomach, his fingertips tracing absent patterns against my skin. Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to and I gave him a sexy bar slut smirk. I haven’t had this much fun since my Glory Hole Escapade.

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