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Welcome back. I know I’ve been away too long. I haven’t made a good confession and purged myself of my dirty little thoughts in too long. However tonight’s confession isn’t really a dirty thought, it’s more what I would consider a dirty little deed… let me tell you what happened to me at the club tonight, I think I will tell you just like you were there at the club with me… Come along my dirty little reader, come along and …

I love this club. Good music, good crowd, and I’m dancing by myself, having a great time. In the cage, circling, grabbing the bars, slipping out and in-between and back in, moving down low close to the floor then slowly back up again. The pulsing beat of the music makes me horny, and it’s like feeling a guy’s heartbeat all the way through me. More and more bodies get on the main floor, and sometimes I watch them. Most of the time I’m in my own world, listening to the music, listening to my body. But sometimes, I’m checking out the chicks, sometimes the guys. It’s a weekend night, and the place is filling up. More and more people coming in as the other clubs in town close, but I’ve been here the whole time, so they can join me. I don’t care. I’m in my own little world, unless I find someone I want to let into it.

Then I see him. Cute, and can move pretty well. Dancing with his friends, nothing special. I turn and twist, and watch the group. They’re here together, and I can tell he’s not dating any of them. I step out of the cage and let some jailbait couple move into it. I step down to the main floor, weaving through. I step in time to the music, the lights moving on me like they’re the dancer and I’m the dance floor. I check him out. Trim and a nice ass. I think about having that ass in my hands, both of them, squeezing while he lies on top of me.

The crowd grows as more people join the main group and it’s harder to move. No point in saying excuse me, no one can hear anybody else. You can gently tug and move people as you try to get by them, that’s what’s expected in a crowded club. I pull my skirt down so that there are no wrinkles on my ass and let my jacket fall off of my shoulders a little as I turn. Show a little skin. The fake fog starts to come out and it tickles my nose. I back up and bump against him. I do it again and turn a little to let him catch me in his eyes.

Yes, dear boy, I’m hot. A hot chick bumped into you and didn’t turn back to the guy she was dancing with. I’m here, dancing all by myself. I smile, and wonder if I look like the predator that I feel I am. I’m getting hungrier. Need to scratch an itch. I face him and put my arms on his shoulders, keeping a foot away from him. His hands instinctually go to my hips. I move in and look him up and down. He’ll do.

The dj plays a favorite and now the floor is packed. I can see my boy’s friends over the shoulder and I smile at them, letting them know that I can see them pointing at us. I grab him tight in a moving, sexy hug, my breath in his ear. I nibble at an earlobe. His chest rubs across my nipples and they perk up a bit at the attention. I take his arms and move them up into my jacket. He’s got my shoulder blades, and then I pull his hands out, turn around 180 degrees and put his hands back in place. That’s right. You feel that? Warm, firm breasts. My jacket hides his hands and I grin as he freezes trying not to be forward. It’s cute. Back around, and close enough to kiss but he hasn’t earned that yet. My knee is between his legs and I move a little, seeing if I can tell which way he dresses.

There he is. I can feel him now. To the left tonight? I add pressure and feel my favorite part of the male anatomy grow, and thicken. He’s doing all right in terms of size, unless his jeans are fooling me. I take him at an angle, where we’re still swaying together, but I can put my palm across his upper left thigh, covering his cock with my hand. Flex it for me, boy. Make it move. There you go.

I stare at him unblinkingly. This next part has to be fast, so I wrap my arm around his neck for the cover I need. I move so that our legs are threaded, dirty dancing style, and I roll my hips, encouraging him to join me. He gets the idea after a bit. Most guys think thrusting is sexy on the dance floor, and unfortunately I’ve felt enough cock during a slow dance to know that just being close to pussy is enough to make a dick hard. But this guy gets it. I unzip his fly and reach in. Boxers. Thank god. If he’d been wearing tighty-whities I’d be stuck here. I fish out that cock while at the same time lifting my leg. The movement hikes my skirt up a bit and I put the head to my labia.

The look on his face is priceless. Shock, lust, wonder, more shock and fear. Fear of getting caught; fear that I might have some stupid disease. Well I don’t, you moron, and I’m sorry, but thrillfucking doesn’t leave a lot of time for protection. I smile sweetly at him, but my eyes are full of energy. Are you in or out? You going to do this, or what? I pull him closer bridging the gap between us, and he feels that first wetness on the tip of his cock. His precum rolls to my thumb and hangs there, and the pressure of a warm cocktop against my bare pussy is intoxicating.

And then he’s in. Good boy, come to the dirty girl. Fuck, that feels good. Balls deep in one motion and I’ve got one leg high up on his side. He feels nice. Feels right. Like a cock is supposed to feel. I push forward to tell him he’s committed now, and he needs to get to work. And work he does, moving back and forth a little, circumstances not allowing for a true balls-out fuck. He can’t believe this is happening to him. His life just became a letter to Penthouse. My expression doesn’t change, smiling sweetly, but my eyes telling him to take what he wants so I can get what I need.

He pumps. I grind. My hands dance around his neck and ears. He just hangs on, thrusting. He gets the idea that if we show too much, the jig is up, so my tits are off limits, but my ass is fair game. Two hands cup my butt and gently pull me up around him as he pierces me. He looks around and sees what I already know. Nobody cares. They think we’re just fucking around, not actually fucking. We’re being the silly, sexy couple on the dance floor that everyone ignores. My hands slide down to the man-ass I wanted to grab and I pull him into me and my eyes are almost angry. I squeeze my kegels and his mouth opens in astonishment. You feel that? That’s called pussy. There is no other like it in this world, so you’d better enjoy it.

Meanwhile, I’m enjoying his cock. Long and lean, he thickens inside me as he flexes his own internal fuck muscles, then retreats a little, only to ram in and do it again. I lean back and create some space between us, enjoying it. Standing sex just hits my clit like no other position, you know? I’m being rubbed and fucked and the bass from the beat of the music hits my body and travels inside me like this stranger’s cock. I roll my chest and let him watch my breasts expand with my breath. Take me. Don’t tell me your name; just fuck me, whoever you are.

I put my fingertips on his jaw line, and lean in close. You can’t hear me, but I’m making all the fuck noises I normally make in bed, and nobody else can hear me either. You can’t hear me, and as the feeling inside me grows and gets more intense, I get louder. Doesn’t matter. My stomach contracts with every thrust that feels oh so good. Look at me. Read my lips. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Fucking fuck me harder. When my eyes go half closed he knows he’s starting to make me come. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop…

Now when the strobe light hits, I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Forget hiding, the strobe makes people who can’t dance look good, and it’ll make you look like you’re not doing anything out of the ordinary. Just fuck me. Take me. I want it. I need it. Can you smell the cock on my breath? I sucked off some guy in the men’s room before I came out here. And after you come, I’m going to find some other guy and he’s going to fuck my ass like there’s no tomorrow. But for right now, boy with the nice ass, it’s just me and you.

And then the strobe hits. And so does my new toy. His hips go off like a rocket and I’m being pummeled on the inside while being nudged and elbowed on the outside. We’re both screaming I can tell, but no one can hear it. Come in me, whoever you are, shoot it all inside of me and let the hot fluid send me over the edge. I want to feel you shake. I want to squeeze the come out of you with my pussy muscles.

And he comes. He grinds my clit deliciously, and the orgasm that was dancing around me in the same way that I was dancing when I was in the cage, holds still long enough that I can grab it and ride. Like a cat’s tail twitching around your hand, I’ve got it now, and the climax that bursts through me feels so, so good.

We stop moving, except for the post-coital shakes, and I look at him under heavy lids. Nice fuck. Your favorite Dirty Girl thinks she can make it home, now. His friends are still clueless, but pointing and teasing over his shoulder, a few crowded feet away, that he’s made a new girlfriend by dancing with her. They have no idea. I lean in close to almost kiss him, then back away, teasing. Pussy is all he gets; I’m not giving him anything as special as one of my kisses.

I push away from the boy toy, who’s still in shock, grinning at his bewilderment. I demurely adjust my skirt. I turn and walk away, bringing my jacket back up to my shoulders, feeling the clear sweat under my arms, the white come running out against my thighs. I hope the black light comes on before I get out of here. That should look cool. I turn around and smile a thank you at my willing victim, wondering if it would’ve been more ladylike if I had zipped him up before leaving him there…

Alright my dirty little readers, that’s all of my dirty little confessions for tonight. Time for us to both get a break from stroking ourselves. I know I know I’m bad. But you love me best when I’m bad and you know it!