Paula: Hello my lovelies!

Resident pervert at your service, better close your mouths before you catch flies boys, the PWP gets hot and heavy. Ladies, don't you worry, I write plenty of the sensually arousing content as well. For those of you who like to get their kicks, I like to bring the kinks too, so no worries there either.

I have so much to share with you, but I thought for my first story, I wouldn't be too dirty. I've got a busy week ahead of me, but I haven't posted anything yet, so here goes nothing. Pull out the swanky beats, and don't forget to lock the door.

This is a one-shot series, so get ready to look for your favorite pairings as time goes on. Taking requests for parings only, so PM me at this account if you're at all interested.

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Story #1

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I liked to consider myself a master of the arts, a connoisseur of beauty, and an enthusiast of all things captivating. This however, was worth far more than a mere photo in a frame, I doubted that a camera lens could bring out the true magnificence of the woman before me. She was truly like that of an Aphrodite, a goddess, in both power and form.

She was the type to subjugate any and all who dared cross her, she always had been, if my recollection didn't fail me. I might have been drinking profusely, but even I knew better than to claim inebriation. The pink in my cheeks were due in large part to her shapely hips shimmering from side to side.

There I was sipping my single malt scotch on the rocks, my eyes drifting from the patrons to the entertainment. I'd never once sat in a strip club before, and I had to admit to my own niggling curiosity as I hid behind my drink, as if it might possibly give me courage. Smoke covered the room, the haze one of intoxicated stupor. The room was stifling, and the women were warmer still. The one I had my eye on, the temptress that she was, intimidated me.

It was not something I was entirely sure I felt comfortable with. My paramour's eyes were on me, dragging slowly over me.

She was like a lioness, exotic, and yet beautiful. White wisps of clothing covering her ample chest in such a way that made my mouth run dry. She showed just a little less than the other girls on the floor, violet framing her eyes, which were also a soft purple color, fierce, just like her gaze.

It held me trapped, her sauntering hips leaving me completely speechless. She passed me by entirely, gifting me a view of her backside that lingered, waiting. If I had just a little more courage within me, I might have slipped one of the bills into the folds of the lacy silk that covered her rear.

As it was, I could hardly breathe, my cheeks a red flame I couldn't quell.

She came around to meet me, winking softly. I realized then, and felt even more at odds. She watched me so intently, she remembered me, just as I remembered her. Her voice played no games, and left no question. "Yukino…Yukino Kikukawa."

My name on her lips was like a dream. So much more awe-inspiring than I thought it would be. Her voice a raw power, authority that she claimed, always, and it chained me. I could only nod. I wanted her to use that power on me. "It's been a long time, Haruka."

"Too long, how was Paris?"

"It was fine, but I'm glad to be home. I missed you," I said meekly. She smiled at this, the smirk pulling at her lips making her even more radiant. It's why I fell in love with her in the first place. That sincerity, and her personal convictions, I hoped they hadn't changed. "When I found out that you worked here, of all places…"

"It's okay," Haruka said to me, reaching out to take my hand. Our friendship, in spite of the distance hadn't changed. "Actually, it's kind of fun working in a club. The pay isn't too bad. Besides, they need someone around here who can take care of the riff-raff."

That was my Haruka alright. My fierce, protective, friend. Unwilling to give up on her convictions. She was even more beautiful than I remembered her, and her hand was so warm against mine. "I'm sure everyone is safe and sound with you here to protect them."

"I'd like to think so," she told me with a nod. "You're here to have a good time, though, so want to go to the back?"

Blunt, to the point, and so near. I'd always wanted to feel her touch on me. I'd never had the courage, but I came home for her. To see her and confess my feelings. It seemed pointless now, like those wisps of smoke from the other patrons. Haruka could see my reactions to her, the warmth in my cheeks, and the tremble in my stance. We weren't young high school girls anymore. We were women, telling the other exactly what we wanted.

No pretense, no hidden agenda. Simply passion. She wanted me, I wanted her. "Are you sure you won't get in trouble?"

"That's why there's a back room," a little tug, and I was swept away. "Besides, it had better not be anyone else but me."

The back room was quiet and bathed in dim blue light. A single pole, small stage, and a bar sat behind several layers of black curtains. We no sooner entered and my back found the wall, and her lips found mine. I tangled my fingers into her hair, as hers found my hips, slipping down to cup my thighs. Her motions were steady, lips and hands against me, guiding me, holding me to her.

Every possessive rumble from her throat hummed approval and question alike. Wrapping my arms around her neck, she lifted me with ease, her raw power flowing freely from her every touch. Her hips moved with mine, a slow dance, cloth a maddening tool between us…one that slowly drove me insane as my glasses fell onto the floor, my eyes no longer hidden from her gaze.

Setting me on the bar, I laid down, and Haruka followed, my dress leaving me behind. I was exposed to her, utterly at her mercy, as she kissed me once more. Her hands toying with the fabric around my bra. I wanted to rid her of that white silk around her own bosom. She stopped me, one hand holding down both of my own above my head.

"Don't touch the floor girls," Haruka murmured into my ear before nipping at it, toying expertly with her teeth. "That's a rule," she growled, and I could only stifle a small moan in response. "Good girl, you get a treat," as she said this, she untied the two white knots that held her top in place, leaving it forgotten on top of my white and pink dress. Hard pink nipples pressed into my own when she leaned over me once more, our bodies sliding lustfully over one another.

There was nothing good about the thoughts in my head, or the heat between my legs. I wanted her to take me to the brink, or at least break my resolve completely. Instead, I felt her maddening kiss once more, as her free hand awkwardly made its way to the clasp of my bra. Our bodies were unsteady against each other, I'd never once felt the touch of another, nor taken the time to accept the gaze of another woman on me.

Haruka had never been a subtle person, but, she'd always been respectful.

Her gaze now, warm and hungry at the same time left me at odds, even as she released my hands from her hold. She would let me cover myself, if I wanted to…I didn't want to. Instead I nodded slowly, lifting my hand to cup her cheek. "Touch me, Haruka. Take me."

A nod lit her already passionate gaze once more. Between her heated kiss and her breasts against mine, I could not help but lose myself, bucking my hips more fervently than before. Snaking a hand between her body and my own, she moved my underwear aside. One slender finger entered me easily, my own passions spilling over her hand as she growled deeply in pleasure. She added another, and I broke the kiss, closing my eyes in a hiss.

"You're my girl," Haruka said softly, a gentleness in her tone went against her true spirit. The way her palm crushed the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my legs, it left no question there. I dared not defy it, or the come-hither motion that beckoned me to answer back with a call of my own. "No one else can touch you now, do you understand Yukino?" Another kiss, and my thighs shook. "You're mine…" A nip to my neck, and my body wound tight. "Only mine."

I loved her, wanted her, needed her…

At that I could not hold, and I broke, heat and ecstasy flooding over me in that dark back room.