("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW! Thank you... _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: Untamed.txt (f, exhib) Authors name: tooshoes Story Title : A Fast Dance at the Kindling Klub _____________________________________________________ If you have comments please contatc the author at the This address: tooshoes@concentric.net _____________________________________________________ A Fast Dance at the Kindling Klub by Tooshoes Neon lights, flashing. The heavy beat of Aerosmith, beating to my heart beat, and to my footsteps, as I danced wild on the stage, with my passion and skin as naked as the lust in their eyes. Last night I was a pussy cat, purring for a little affection. A little chit-chat. But tonight I was a lioness. Untamed. Unbridled. Voracious. And I was. On. Fire. I leaped through the air, stretching my aching muscles. My hair tousled and my tits bounded when I alighted on all fours. I crawled on hands and knees, a wild look in my eyes. I rubbed against the bars, pushing my ass over the edge, and opened my pussy mouth wide, melting in my feral heat. And they loved it. They threw money on the stage, but I threw it right back at them, to their surprise. I didn't want their tribute. I wanted to be tamed. I needed someone to quell my anxiety, to fill my need. I needed strong hands to hold me down. I needed a powerful body to crush my legs beneath them, and tear through my resistance. I needed to be broken. My eyes implored. Was there anyone in the crowd man enough to even try? But they just sat there, watching, with all the desire, but none of the courage or strength to tame a super-girl. They came to worship a goddess, but they dared not become gods. Instead, they drank their beer and smoked their cigars, as though celebrating, while the prize eluded them. Where were the hunters? If they were celebrating, where was the feast? Instead, they feasted with their eyes, but they would not taste. When I left the stage, they cheered their approval. I smiled weakly. I pulled a black spandex dress over head and slip- ped out the back way. My only chance of getting tamed tonight would be in the jungle of the big city. tooshoes@cris.com _______________________________________________________ ~ K r i s t e n's c o l l e c t i o n ~