She was one with the smoke and the pulsing lights, the warmth of a hundred bodies, and the music that seemed to vibrate through her own, massaging her heart with every beat. She was jostled left and right as other dancers bumped into her, but instead of disrupting her, their motion became part of her own. She felt someone join her, felt their warmth envelop her from behind. She pushed herself into the stranger, completing the connection. For some time they danced as one, the stranger’s movements complimenting her own. The song ended. Her head felt light as she spun around, throwing her hands around the other dancer’s neck. Her eyes were closed as she pulled herself in close, feeling the hardness of their body against the softness of her own, then when she couldn’t get any closer she arched up on her toes, head tilted back, mouth open. His hand was around her waist, squeezing her into him as hard lips and a hint of stubble brushed against her cheek. The other’s mouth closed on her own and her body went limp, melting in his arms. Without warning his mouth and hand pulled away, leaving her wanting. Another song started.
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