Semra sits on Blakes lap and gets to know him personally

I did just that. He felt hard. Everything was toned and bigger than I used to. John is in shape. Looks after himself. But this guy was an athlete. Actually, I would go as far as to say he was chiselled out of granite. “What’s your name, handsome stranger?

“Blake.”

“Handsome name, Blake. “ I wasn’t bothered if it wasn’t his real name. But for some reason I wanted him to know mine. Maybe in hope he would remember me. “I’m Semra”

“Kiss me Semra.” I didn’t hesitate but kissed him lightly, dipping and dabbing my tongue only occasionally. The same way I would do with a fine ice-cream. I wanted to live every minute of the sweetness.

But what started off playful, almost innocent fun began to heat up; ignite, then burn. Blake’s free hand stroked my outer thigh. But it then ventured under the hem of my dress, riding high up my thigh. I had always been proud of my thighs. But lately they had started to get a little bit meaty as I turned into my mum. So I felt uncomfortable and trapped his hand with mine. “Easy, boy.” I smiled as we kissed some more. “No need to rush.”

“Why go slow. I can feel your vibe?”

“I’m not single. So, only kisses if you don’t mind.”

“You like me. We shared an animalistic energy on that dance floor. When we were together, we were on fire. We have to be entwined. Don’t deny your feeling for me. I would never dream of denying my feelings for you. They’re wild but true. They burn my soul. I know you feel the same way.”

Fuck. Blake was a northern poet.“Blake… kiss me more.” I released his hand and he immediately ventured higher, then rounded my thigh towards my most interment place.