The Chronicle: Fantasies Come True..

One night I was out with Amaka. She was 28 years old. 5’6 tall. She looked like a Princess. She had dark hair, with touches of gold in it and chocolate brown eyes that made me melt. I love the way she walks, her facial expressions, they way she smiles when she sees me. The sound of her voice could put me in a trance. There were times when I could not think about anything else. I just HAD TO have her.
We were going to a club. I dressed pretty hot – a tan skirt and a green v-neck that brought out my eyes – nothing underneath. I walked in and was momentarily deaf because of the blasting speakers. I went in, all nervous, when this girl approached me. She had very long dark brown hair, huge lips, piercing grey eyes, a huge chest, and long, slender legs. I could see them very clearly because her skirt barely came up to the point of exposing her underwear to everyone. But I wasn’t interested.
Normally, I would have been all over her ass, she was just my type. I like dark haired women. But tonight, Amaka was all I could think of.
Then, as I was looking for Amaka, I caught her eye across the room and she walked forward, slinking towards me with her curvy body swaying side to side. I got wet from just looking at her. I nervously straightened my shirt as she stood right in front of me, placing her arms on my waist and slowly leaning her body on me, all the while looking up at me with those eyes. She looked over to her left.
When I followed her gaze, I saw a love seat in the back of the dance floor. Wordlessly, she pulled me over to the couch and plopped down on it. I went to join her when she stopped me.

“No.” She said, then spread her legs.