I'm standing over the ledge of the balcony staring at the gowns and suits of the people below me. It's the masked renaissance-themed ball, so no one seems familiar to me. All the masked faces make everyone so mysterious and elegant. I find myself lost in the sway of people dancing. I like watching the elegance of the women's gowns moving and the masculinity of the gentlemen twirling them around. It's almost as if people are making love in plan sight, and clothed. There is something sensual and erotic about the movements. After watching for what seems like an eternity, I decide it's time to move and mingle a bit.
I'm climbing down the center staircase now, eyeing my targeted area and beginning to search for familiarity amongst the faceless entities. I reach my targeted spot; the heat from the faceless bodies is intoxicating. I can smell the desire coming from the people walking around. A bunch of lusting fools needing their satisfaction. Annoyed now, I continue walking, in a near panic to find a familiar person. All of these faceless creatures make me nervous. Finally, I see a woman waving me at me. Describing my dress to my friends before-hand has paid-off. It is an Italian princess-cut dress in a dark, hunter-green bodice with black lace for the arms and back. It has a modern edge with renaissance elegance.
I reach to embrace my girlfriend and explain how happy I am to see her, when she takes my hand. She leads me to a corner of the ball where several other familiar bodies are. I feel myself relaxing a bit and smiling. They're welcoming me into their chatter, and the mingling begins. Now I feel that my guard is completely down and I'm having a good time!
After some time, I find I have the sensation that someone is staring at me. I begin to let my eyes wander around. I see someone in the crowd is staring at me! I find it odd, but quickly look away and come back to the attention of the conversation around me. I glance again and he's gone. I relax again, but only for a second. I feel someone standing right behind me.
Before I feel the need to turn and look, he whispers into my ear "I've been watching you all night, and I must say you're beautiful." I feel myself flush and begin to open my mouth to say something back to him, but he interrupts me, and firmly says, "No. Stay quiet. There's no need to draw any attention."
Slightly annoyed, I begin to turn around when, abruptly, I feel his hands on my waist, stopping me. My hands instinctively fly to his to remove them from me. He holds me firmly and whispers sternly again, "Don't. I do not want you to turn around yet. I want you to just listen and keep your eyes on your company."
I wanted to protest, but something in me said it would be better if I didn't. I noticed my hands were still on his. His hands were large and strong, but soft to the touch. How big he must be with such hands. I let my hands drop and turn back to the conversation at hand, acting as if nothing has happened. Oddly enough, my friends haven't even noticed.
I can feel him breathing down my neck, his hands moving more towards my back but still in the curvature of my hips. I am in high anticipation in what he might say next. He starts to speak again; his voice is so deep and sultry. It alone could turn me on if I let it.
"I've been watching you. Watching the way your hips sway. Watching you twiddle your hair nervously and bite your full lips, much like you are doing now. I can't help but stare at your breasts, so big and beautiful. I feel your hips right now. I love that I'm holding them."
He pulls me closer to him, and I just stand there, quiet. My mind is racing with thoughts. I'm wondering who this bold and brazen man is. Who does he think he is? Yet, I'm under his spell of silence, yearning to hear more. He lets out a low, growling moan that sounds so primal it nearly brings me tumbling to my knees. He speaks again.
"I want you tonight, and I will have you."
I flinch as he says this.
Quickly, he adds, "I know you want me. I can tell. You're breathing harder. I can smell the sweetness on your skin yearning for me. Come, excuse yourself from your company and sit with me."
I start to protest again, and he interrupts, "Just do as I say, my darling." I kindly excuse myself from my party of friends, and turn towards the man behind me. He grabs me firmly by the hand and leads me away. I do not recognize him at all. He is 6'2", with broad shoulders and dark hair. He leads me past the dance floor to some benches on a corner. It is secluded from the ball, but in an easily detectable spot. He motions me to sit down, and I obey. He sits very closely next to me and puts an arm around my waist. I want to ask a dozen questions, but I turn toward him. I'm stunned by the intensity in his eyes. They're brown with golden flecks in them, and something seems so hungry in him. Judging by the way he's looking at me, I think he's going to devour me. Then he pulls me tighter and kisses me firmly, his tongue searching for mine and caressing it.
I return his kiss. His lips are strong, and yet so soft. For a moment, I think he's going to swallow my mouth, but he doesn't.
