Chasing Love's Wings

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handles the bill and
     we all head into the nightclub part of Excelsior and kick off what turns out to be
     a wonderful night of laughing, drinking, fun and lots of dancing.

TEN
    ******
    Tristan
    ******

    We finally return back to the condo after dropping everyone off at their places. I’m
     exhausted but extremely excited about whatever Cami has planned. I behaved. Sort of.
     It’s kind of hard when we’re dancing and she keeps grinding her ass into my crotch.
     But I didn’t do anything that would embarrass her.
    She kicks off her heels as soon as we make it inside, even before climbing the stairs.
     Dammit, I wanted her to wear those.  
    She takes ahold of my hand and she leads me all the way to the top. We should’ve just
     taken the elevator, but when I tried to drag her that direction she kept climbing
     the stairs.
    We come into the sitting area of her bedroom and she pushes me into the oversized
     chair. “Wait there,” she says, and I obey like a lost little puppy wanting to be pet.  
    A few minutes go by and I start to wonder if she’s passed out on me, but before I
     can stand to go looking for her, she’s standing before me in a silk robe, and coming
     through the speakers is the first song she ever danced to for me. Porn Star Dancing
     by My Darkest Days.  
    Her hips begin to sway to the music as it warms up. My dick stirs in my pants, and
     I wish I’d shed my jeans. As soon as the singing starts, the shoulders on her robe
     fall, exposing the thin black strap of what I’m guessing is her bra, and I have to
     remind myself to breathe.  
    She struts her way toward me and then dips down, almost touching her ass to the floor,
     which it might have done, but now I notice the black peep toe pumps she has on. She
     slowly climbs back up, sticking her ass out as she does. Then suddenly her robe falls
     away and she catches it in her elbows, covering herself, though I can see just about
     every inch of her body underneath. The robe continues to fall away and she is left
     in nothing but her bra, garter belt, panties and thigh highs. Once she is free of
     the robe, she turns around, throwing her ass in my direction, and I have to remind
     myself to keep breathing. She steals my breath every time she gets naked. She’s absolutely
     beautiful.  
    She backs up until she is straddling my legs and she begins to grind against my now-raging
     erection. I reach up to touch her, help her remove her bra, but she stops my hands.
     “You know the rules, no touching the dancer.”  
    I groan my disapproval. I can’t stand not touching her, but she takes my cue and begins
     to unclasp her bra in a very slow, agonizing fashion. Once it is undone, she holds
     it against herself, removing it from one arm and then the other until they’re both
     free, but her arm still holds the bra against her breasts as she turns around.  
    The song ends and I expect it to start again, but it doesn’t. I feel the familiar
     beat of “Closer” pumping through the bass of the stereo system and her bra falls away,
     exposing her perfect breasts and beautifully pierced nipples, and I see now why it
     took her so long. She is no longer wearing her barbells, and a rushed breath escapes
     my lips as I take in her elongated nipples, made longer by the type of nipple rings
     she is wearing, which leave only the tips exposed.
    “Jesus,” I moan, and she smiles, coming toward me just as the music picks up and the
     singing starts. She climbs into the chair, placing her knees on either side of me,
     and she grabs onto my hair, pulling my head back, causing my mouth to go slack, and
     I feel the coolness of the metal running through her nipple against my lips.  
    “Lick,” she commands, and I do and she moans, grinding hard against my erection. “Suck,”
     she says, and I pull her nipple and the contraption into my mouth and she shudders
     just as Trent Reznor sings, “I wanna fuck you like an animal.”
    She pulls back and her

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