It has been a long time since I’ve been dancing in a smoky, crowded club. Tonight I’m doing so under unique circumstances. It’s not everyday you get together with a bunch of folks you’ve only met online at an erotic story site, is it? I’d been the instigator, organising and preparing for this weekend of debauchery, but when it arrived, it still surprised me. Scared me, even. Especially since I’m letting one guy stay in my spare room.

Mike is a twenty year old student who really wanted to attend this meet up. To make it happen, I offered him a room free of charge, so he’d only have to pay his airfare. I’d gotten a little worried as the day approached, but I needn’t have. Mike is a sweet young man. His manners are impeccable. Also, he has some pretty damn sexy dance moves.

I’ve been dancing with him most of the night. Well, he’s been dancing and I’ve been shaking my hips, in the age old tradition passed down to me from my mother. Every now and then his hand reaches out and rests on my hip, our pelvises millimetres apart.

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It was a beautiful, stately English home. It looked big from a distance and the closer the couple got the more gargantuan it became. The grey stonework intimidated and impressed, but rambling vines softened the edges with variegated green explorations and lifted the otherwise depressing look of this, their weekend retreat.

“This place is amazing.” Kirsty exclaimed, her green eyes sparkling and her sensuous lips stretched into a heartfelt smile. Matt’s heart lifted as his girlfriend expressed her pleasure at his special Valentine’s Day surprise.

“It’s all ours for tonight,” he grinned, “and we have a butler and a cook, too!”

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Ho, ho, bloody ho.

As you may or many not be able to tell, I am not particularly in the Christmas spirit. Okay, yes I am dressed as Mrs. Claus (short red satin skirt and hooded top edged with white fake fur) but I am freezing my ample butt off here whilst Mr. Claus (AKA Chris my boyfriend) gabs on his mobile phone.

I really don’t want to go to this stupid fancy dress party anyway. I won’t know anyone and I hate going to Chris’s work do’s. They’re all geeky computer types who can only talk about technology or Star Wars and I just end up stood in a corner, sighing. Chris somehow persuaded me in the end, though. Well, he mythered and mythered ’til I just yelled, “Yes, alright!” and then I couldn’t take it back.

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