Live blues and ladies of the night - kinda

Post yoga anecdote #2

Ladies - attentive to men, one or two each.

Whisper, chat, laugh - lean in. Hold hand. Get drinks. Simper, smile, touch shoulder - knee, move towards - allow to be enfolded and held. Petted, cheek and hair touched, ruffled. Gaze and laugh - begin to move, hips sway between chinoed thighs.

Tight shoulders loosen under the weight of delicate arms encircling neck. Stroked belly, shape of waist to hip traced. Move away - hips sway, turn and twist, gentle gyration of belt bound pelvis, belly ripples below white vest edge. Ear to lip - listening and giving. Bestraddled thigh - skirt yanked to keep modest, hand follows and finds base of skirt and ass, cupped - fingers gradually creep down and under. Hand holds hand -resistance attempted, restraint acknowledged.

Back arched be-cuffed wrists and white hands hold onto double domed bosom. Giggles - a corporate ID badge falls from his breast pocket and hangs loose on the blue noose.

Laughter, smiles - dancing. Men dance freely - thriving on their diet of interest and encouragement.

No-one is going to make it complicated here - a return to mother. Unbridled, unaccounted for, unconditional affection.

The price is cheap - you can buy this for the cost of a drink. You needn't impress her. She won't refuse you. You can relax.

I wonder how it feels.