Lil' ones Awareness

Lil' ones Awareness

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lil one lost her Old Guard Master when she had to move to follow her job. She was excited and ready to go to other clubs. The new club is one she really needs to ask is it for her?

Summary

Lil one lost her Old Guard Master when she had to move to follow her job. She was excited and ready to go to other clubs. The new club is one she really needs to ask is it for her?

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Submitted: September 19, 2016

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Submitted: September 19, 2016

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Lil Ones Awareness

I had moved to another city with my job in which it cost me the loss of the Old Guard Master.  I sighed as I finished dressing in my white slacks, white tank top with a black blouse over it. I grabbed my black purse with my wallet, id and money and soon my keys after I locked my door. Standing on the front porch I breathed in the cool air filling my lungs as I began walking to the shops and clubs downtown. I had settled in this area close to where I work, since I could walk in the summer and drive in the winter. It is a beautiful place for me and my home is a three story row home that I fixed up to look like a tropical jungle inside.

I noted as I walked, others walking with girlfriends or boyfriends and vice versa as I was moving more toward the club areas. I could hear the music of the clubs in the street. I sneaked peeks in as I passed by the doors to find out what was going on in the clubs. I also had asked people in shops which were the best clubs to go to and they all gave different advice on each club. They also gave me advice against going into a club called *The Leathers* and *Pink Diversion*. I had asked why and found out they were the gay clubs for men and women. I blushed being naïve enough not to relate that to the names.

I passed four clubs now, with no interest in going into them at all. Sighing heavily, I slowed my walk thinking it would be another lonely night at home. I was not paying attention, since I had my head down as I just kept walking along, until I felt a rumble under my feet. I looked up quickly to see a Hummer driving close by where I was walking but could not see who or whom was in the vehicle. I watched it as it passed by getting shivers as if someone was staring at me. I turned back around and headed the way to the last two clubs that were further up the street than the rest.

I could see crowds gathering around to enter into the clubs and as I kept walking this girl came up with some friends and asked what club I was heading to.

I could not answer so I just said; “I don’t know yet.”

She chuckled and looked at me said her name was Rene, and this is Roger, Roland, Ray, and Roy. My eyebrows rose higher with each name thinking that is weird.

 Rene said; “In the club R you need to have a name beginning with R. So what are you going to use?” I thought over it for a little bit coming up with the name Rohana.

“What do you think Rene?”

Rene looked at the others and they nodded their heads yes, as she turned to me saying; “Nice to meet you Rohana.”

 I felt relieved and she went on with the story of the club.

The Club R started six years ago. It was the place to be if you were into BDSM. However, as little clientele went to the club, A man we know as “Warrior” due to not being able to pronounce his real R name. He bought the club and stopped all the BDSM. The club started thriving and word spread like a wildfire for the things that went on in the club. My ex-Boyfriend took me there one night with his friends and I was shocked at how amazing the place looked and how elegant it is on the inside.

Charlie aka Reginald my ex, explained all that would take place and when “Warrior” came out on stage after all the other entertainers, my jaw dropped to the floor. I chuckled just looking at her face and how animated it got in telling this. Rene told me he is well over Six foot Five and has broad shoulders with legs that are as big as around as a tree. His face looks like it was printed out of one of those cheap romance books that entice you with the male on the front of it. He does look mysterious and delicious all in one package. You will notice there will be more women here than men due to this man. No woman has ever gotten close to him.

I looked at her saying; “Do you think he is gay?”

Rene burst out laughing, god forbid if that man is. I doubt it since he will talk to ladies and kiss their cheeks when he shares jokes with them. So, no I do not believe he is gay; he hangs around his bodyguards who are built just like him. It is kind of scary, with those men being as big as they are. I would not want one throwing me out of that club. It would put me in a hospital. Everyone laughed at that comment.  

Rene stood, looked at me asking; “are you coming along, or are you too chicken to see how these men remind all women of amazon men?” I laughed and got up joining them all as we headed to this Club R.

Rene and her friends got in with me tagging along and inhaling sharply at how elegant the club was. It looked like it was made for the very rich and stuck up society the rich circle in. The chandeliers were so beautiful with how the lighting shined down and bounced off the walls giving the place a personal feel to it. The floor was tiled when you first came in before going further, coming to thick rich chocolate colored carpet. I looked at others and what was going on in front of me, as everyone took their shoes off and placed them in an area for that purpose. I blushed and took off my shoes, almost orgasming with the soft feeling of the carpet on the bottom of my feet. I shivered blushing harder as this feeling took over me.

Rene and friends went to their usual table as I was headed to a single table on the left side of the stage; in a dimly lit area as a waitress asked me what I wanted to drink.

“I told her a Red merlot Wine with a cold wine glass. You can bring the bottle with it please.”

She said; “Very good choice ma’am” I nodded as she headed off.  

I felt like I was back in the early era of 1900’s with the way waiters and waitresses greeted and spoke to you. I chuckled under my breath, watching the stage as the lights went down to almost a dark dusk color as women walked out in Las Vegas style outfits. I turned all my attention to them as they did routines on the stage with poles, men and dancing to all kinds of music. It was a beautiful way for me to relax watching it all. Before I knew it, they exited the stage when the next performer walked out in only black pants, no shirt and bare feet. He lit some batons with the ends on fire putting on a dance that moved in precision with the fire. It was as if he was having an erotic moment with the fire. My breath was held and I did not know it until all clapped to his dancing.

I received my wine and drank a sip tasting it as I nodded to the waitress all was well and it was a very good wine. I sat back looking around since my eyes are used to the darkness now , seeing all kind of women around the place looking elegant and whispering among themselves as they waited for the main attraction to come to the stage. The women wore dresses that showed more cleavage than I have ever seen and some had dresses that showed more leg and thigh. It looked as if it was a contest between them to see who would be the most daring. I looked down at what I was wearing and felt I was alright and settled back as the stage went dark. The whole club went into total silence. You could hear the swish of the curtains as it opened but not where, when you got a glimpse of a pair of gold eyes that looked as if nothing was attached to them. They took my breath away and stopped my lungs from wanting air as my heart seemed to stop as well. When those eyes looked over to where I was I sucked in a deeper breath and then let it go, as a voice in my head said breath. I shook my head thinking the wine was getting to me as the eyes moved more onto the stage. I could not turn away at all. I sat in a stony silence waiting, but waiting for what I had no clue.

When the lights were turned up a little to give some light, the crowd broke out in a cheering welcome for the “Warrior”. I was shocked at how accurate Rene’s description fit him to perfection, and this man was perfection. His legs were encased in black leather pants that fit snug against his tree trunk legs. I have seen body builders and Professional Wrestlers, but this man puts them all to shame. I was breathless, almost wheezing for air as I looked him over. His shoulders were wide with nothing but muscle along his neck that bulged. His hair was braided in the front along the sides and when he turned around to open the curtain for the other men, his hair flowed around his back like a cloud of black. The black looked like it had highlights of blue in it, giving it a Raven Black look. I was very impressed and in love with this gorgeous man, as all the women in the place was. I turned away and saw women sitting on the edges of their seats with their hands holding tightly to the chair so they would not fall, if he winked, blinked, or breathed on them.

I looked back to the stage and saw six other men follow out as a collective sigh could be heard through the club as the women looked upon these men. I had eyes only for this warrior. He shook me to my soul and as he turned back around he smiled as I fell off my seat, from the shock I felt from the wattage of his smile. I slowly climbed back in my seat, dusting myself off as he winked at some women in the front of the stage as they fainted. I laughed but slammed my hand over my mouth, embarrassed to know I did that out loud. I sat back quickly when the show began taking my attention away from him but the flow of colors through the air reminding me of my last Old Guard bringing tears to my eyes, then they stopped as the men were doing different routines with the colors making you feel you were in the middle of it with those men surrounding you, teasing you with how the colors moved, making me think of dark room with a fireplace, a bear rug, and a huge four poster bed and that Warrior on top of the bed laying back with his arms above his head mocking me since I cannot seem to move.

He moved his arm down and pointed at me saying; “Come to me my heart, I need to have you atop me riding me, deeply inside of your hot body. I can smell your scent from where I lay among this bed.”

I took three steps and he got up reached for me, pulling me tightly to him as he kissed around my face, neck and grabbed my hair from the back pulling my head back as he feasted on my neck and lips. I could only groan deeply feeling his body moving with mine in its own dance with very erotic feelings flowing wildly bringing out an awareness of a beast within me that needs to have this man anyway possible.

I can feel the softness of his skin as we moved upon each other as my body was sweaty from the storm within. My breasts ached to be sucked on and my cunt was so hot it was dripping like a leaky faucet. I felt his erection against my belly as I slid around his body touching, teasing, and kissing every spot I could find with my mouth. I bit him in places to taste his essence that is all him. It was wonderful and an aphrodisiac for me filling ever sense I am capable of feeling with. His smell was woodsy and so manly it curled my toes as I kept taking deep breaths of him into my lungs.

His hands were so big they fit perfectly over my ass clutching it in his hands as his fingers moved over and in my ass. I squirmed in need and excitement. He twirled his fingers in my ass bringing on erotic feeling I have not experienced before. Then he took them out as my moan broke the silence and heavy breathing, to bring out a scream of such pleasure orgasming as they went inside my cunt. I laid my forehead on his chest, breathing heavily when he moved turning me over with my ass facing towards him. I was so weak in my knees I thought I would fall until he grabbed my hips, pulling me back more against his rod of steel, pulsing with excitement as he placed the head inside of me. I heard his gasp of pleasure as he moved slowly filling me while expanding me inside to fit him. My knuckles were white in the sheets as he slammed his hips against me taking me into darkness to wake up with him pounding in me, taking me into another and even deeper orgasm that my scream was heard.  I heard his loud cry of pleasure as he filled me up inside as it started flowing down my thighs before he pulled out. He fell against me pushing me down to lay atop me as my breathing took me into another bout of awareness that I came out of the fantasy to see him standing by my table with those golden eyes looking through me until I thought I would melt.

I did not know I had taken my black blouse off due to the sweat that was all over my skin and at this time I could not honor him by standing up to greet him.

His voice came out and ran over me like liquid gold; “hello I am Warrior, whom are you?” I whispered then cleared my throat to tell him I am Rohana.”

His smile made me feel like a puddle and no way was I going to stand at his feet to look up into his eyes that were driving me crazy with need all over again. My panties where soaked and I felt my juice flowing down my legs under my slacks, chilling me as it did so. I looked down to see my nipples standing up very hard and erect as I looked up through my lashes seeing his eyes move all over me, hardening my nipples even more into a deep ache.

He said; “May I sit?” I nodded yes, and as he sat, I could see the bulge in the front of his pants, turning me to pure liquid on the inside. I gasped out loud, wondering why this was happening when I have never in my life felt such eroticism from a fantasy of a man, I did not know. He looked me over and grabbed a napkin and slowly moving his hand to my face, he wiped the sweat that was on my skin. Not long after sitting quietly he smiled showing me his teeth as I looked upon them; I saw fangs and passed out.

To be continued.

 

 

 

 

 


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