I used to be the life of the party, but it was the Republican Party so that's not saying much. Now I sit alone sipping a watered-down cocktail, living...in mortal fear of even a microsecond of eye contact.Still, I managed to glance up long enough to spot HER standing at the end of the bar like a lighthouse, both beckoning and warning of impending doom. My type: leggy, languid, long dirty-blonde hair. (Although with my need I could easily settle for a little person with red dreadlocks.) I would. .. well, that's what they called it but it was really a front that enabled a group of dirty old men to lure beautiful, innocent young girls and to get them to strip off. There would be no film in the cameras, of course, that was just an excuse... and after then men had all had a good look, they took it in turns to gang bang the poor, helpless females... Well, as you might be able to tell, i have a really good play with myself and once i felt sated, i guiltily closed the nets again. i couldn't. I stand there pondering what I am going to do when I feel the clip in my hair open and my curls spill out over my shoulders. I hear it tossed onto the table in a corner. Elijah slides his right hand up my back very slowly while leaning his right hand on the wall and door. His hand makes it’s way to the nape of my neck and his fingers tilt my face to the side to face him. He is so hot I close my eyes afraid I am going to melt right there. He kisses my forehead softly then my cheek and neck. I am. He stood and looked at her for a moment, a slight smile playing on his lips like he knew something that she didn't. She was nervous, so she avoided eye contact and smiled awkwardly while she glanced around the room. "Turn around," he finally said. Shelly looked up at him and saw he now had a serious look on his face. She did as she was told and turned toward the bed she was standing in front of. He came up behind her, not quite making any contact; just letting the heat radiating off him fill.