A New Beginning

[personals]

You grip the bannister tightly to steady your descent down the darkened stairwell...down towards the haunting music. The thick lush carpetting of the stairs grabs & tugs at your stilleto heels, making the already nervous descent even more unsteady. And the unsteadiness causes your abbreviated skirt to to ride even higher, up above the stocking tops, until you feel the kiss of a breeze on your freshly shaved mound.

At the foot of the stairs are a couple of leather and latex clad strangers. They are younger than you, as everyone seems these days, making you feel out of place. Making you wonder if you'll be accepted even in this "alternative" group. You feel a tinge of dissappointment, even jealousy, that the strangers are pre-occupied and not looking up to see what you are offering tonite.

They are wide eyed engrossed with something unseen taking place in the room to the right of the stairwell. And as you near, the haunting music echoes in rythm with the sounds of moans and body slaps...and you are suddenly hit with a most recognizable pungent scent. A scent that causes your blood to boil, your nostrils to flair and your own scent to fill the stairwell.

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