With a little help from my friends *hiccup*

There seems to be no end of trouble I can find when my already dangerously low inhibitions are further drowned under a vermillion, vivacious, vital viny vintage! Trouble, in my dictionary, typically means that which I ought not to do, but which I very much want to. It can encompass a wild shopping spree, a public display of daring do, or participation in an erotic enticement.

Not desiring the solitude of my mountain home, I wandered to a couple of my favorite clubs, wearing my newest body, listening to people chat away as the thump and rhythm of the music resonated harmoniously in the fibers of my body. The first of my destinations did not appease my social appetite and I moved on after a little while. The second venue had decided to take a very large step away from their normal music and I was in the process of making up my mind to go when I received a private message from one of the dancers. I can't resist a teasing, flirtatious IM so I responded and quickly lost interest in leaving the club. Spending more Lindens than I should have on the buffet of flesh writhing and swaying on the stage, she and I bantered words, each trying to arouse desperate desire in the other.

Oh...yeah, I was feeling pretty warm and not just in the face. And another person sitting casually at the stage opened up with a compliment which would not be properly satisfied by replying "Thank you". Already scintillated by wetly whispered wantonness, I felt the reins of my passion slipping from my control. He was friendly, casual, and responsive...puuurr...an irresistable combination and I just had to run my fingers through dark hair and over his sculpted musculature. I discovered my touch was infectious, filled with the flirtatious flame which lit my eyes with a predatory gleam. He quickened to the gentle caressing of my fingers and words, caution and shyness blown away on sharply exhaled breath. As his hands began their own exploration, I was sliding away from the playful pageant towards lust filled longing.

A story such as this would justifiably end in tangled sheets and bodies and, believe me, my body was ready for bed and not to rest. But, miraculously, I stopped before the point of no return. I had thought my brake lines must have been severed by then. I had lost all willpower to deny my desires. But, there was something I wished for more than to pursue intimate passion and a climatic ending. And that held me in surprise and wonderment. My newly found Mistress had collared me far more than the simple circlet around my neck. She had prohibited me from sexual exploit and the desire to obey Her was taking over. This revelation beat hard in my breast, feeling as erotic to me as the teasing of tongues I had been enjoying. The desire to submit to Her sighed in the hot breath of my lips, the tingling sensation down my spine, and the heated throb of my awakened need. I felt overwhelmed like prey petrified by the lethal grace of its stalker. And now I know I belong to Her until She sets me free.

Beware of what you wish for it may come true ^_^