My new erotic poem/short story. It’s sexy intelligence indeed ;-)

// She’s Risky – Oh butterfly of the night – //

Friday night, I’m dressed to kill, as I enter that shady ole place down town, I dare call it my second home? Ah I love my secret life…why am I so mesmerized by them cheap red lights? Oh, let’s turn them low so that we can hide within. And become who we wanna be, the villains that reside inside, the roles that we seek to play. Hustlers or pranksters, outlaws or gangsters, but come on, no we all know what we truly are. And I’m out for the hunt, that risky game of gritty love, playing with those lonely hearts. The money piles up down the line, down here in the hungry, hungry world of mine, where fallen angels lie and shady jesters hey they buy. But life is a thrill, a game of cards, and we never know what the outcome is. Do we win or do we loose, hey, wait ‘til morning to tell the truth.

And the music – oh, the beat and that haunting, sexy melody, it’s meant to hypnotize, and I enter this seductive state of mind. Where is the stage so that I can dance?? Look at me you all, my teasing body is getting lost in a trance, I dance for money and I dance for chance. Is my bad boy angel here in this place tonight? I look around, but I cannot find. But there are others here, glancing at me with starving eyes. Like hungry wolves, they’re hiding in the dark-red lights. My charm and strange delight, it so turns them on. And that I know, it gets me high, it’s what I feed. Yeah, I am a risky cat, a succubus, I really am indeed.

Ah, let the strip begin, that sensual music it sets the mood. Like a snake I move my long, slender limbs, my supernatural being, hey sir, can you resist my natural curves? Let me entice your soul and melt your pockets along with your urge.

I’m an animal within, untamed, I bet you can tell. So I dance and I sway and get turned on by the song. I’m lost in this otherwordly trance, I get so horny as I touch my inside, oh I can feel it, it drives you wild. The brassy, bombshell part of me comes to life, yeah, this is what the punters came to find.

In the back-door, there’s my ‘old man’ at last. Handsome fellow he is, so big, with that long, dark beard and steel-blue eyes. He knows I’m his to keep, ah, ‘cause he fucks like a beast, and no one can compare. But he’s busy tonight, I understand. Business is open, for all of us here, and we chase the cash.

‘Oh hey there, pretty boy, who are you’? There’s a hot, lonesome guy drinking whisky by the bar, oh my, he’s such a cutie pie. I might take him home tonight.

Hey, pretty boy, wanna have some fun for the night? I’m a crazy, little mink, a supervillain, yeah really, like Harley Quinn. But remember, my pleasure has a price. 1000, does that sound alright? Let’s party, get under the influence, some blow, ecstasy on the go, ah doing what I love and get paid, I love it so.

Ah my boy you are so polite and so shy. I like it rough, but not tonight. So why don’t you get inside the soft side of mine. Put your head there between my naked thighs, and be a little doggy delight. I will pad your head, stroke those bushy, blond locks of yours if you’re doing it right. Oh, my god, the greedy way you lick, you bring me to heaven with that sweet tip of your tongue.

When you are done, my gorgeous man, just turn around and let me take you for a ride. Your smooth, white popsicle is just the treat I need, oh, bad, bad me! I’m ready for that sharp, sweet pain to enter me until I feel it in my spine. Now look at me, look deep into my eyes, I need to watch you come, my sweet and sweaty lover of the night. My power rises with each thrust that you take. I’m a succubus, remember, sucking you dry until you’re drained. It makes me ever-young when I sense your life force leave, your come that enters my veins, to rejuvenate and invigorate my flesh. My spirit flies when I feel you in my bones. The nerve endings tingle, up and down my spine. Oh, they’re an everlasting orgasm, heading to my mind.

That higher sensation, that’s the nature of my game, and all I want is a hot, sticky tool. That’s why I prey upon those lonely, kinky fools. And when I’m done I kick you out into the cold, before the grey morning light. I feel so good, got one more exciting adventure to share. And then I go to sleep alone. Alone with my old teddy bear.

This state will never leave my side. Whatever the shade, I’m here to serve that body of mine. I’m a butterfly of the night, like a moth I seek out those bright lights, and try not to get burnt.

But bad girls go everywhere, remember that. Born to inspire with what the people don’t understand. And we stir things up until the day we return to our Neverland… – (c) missAmey – from my sexy, deep, rancy poetry book ‘After Rain (a straycat’s dream)’ :-* http://www.shesrisky.com

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