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It's a rough draft. I need to edit out passive voice, tense shift, edit point of view, etc., so ignore that. This is a fiction story I wrote for a couple.
You and your wife were driving home one night. The snow was piling up along the highway. You should've left the club earlier given the bad weather, but you were having so much fun.
You'd watched her dance with man after man, teasing them, touching them, feeling their arms and backs.
She was very hot and said you’d better get her home before she pounced on somebody. She laughed when she said that, but she seemed very aroused. You had encouraged her all night long, prompted her to kiss the men she danced with. She never did, but your words seemed to excite her.
“One day I will,” she said, “but I might not be able to stop.”
Now, you are driving home, wishing she'd let things go just a little bit further. The roads are very bad. The car begins to slip and slide. You pull off at a motel.
You get the last room, and ask if the motel has a restaurant. The desk clerk says they are still serving food in the bar. Jessica is dressed in a sexy dancing outfit covered with a long coat.
As you enter the bar, it seems a wild crowd. Not rough or threatening like a biker bar, more like “racy”. As you pass, men eye Jessica openly. Several couples are dancing on the floor, and dancing well. This might be fun. Some people are playing drinking games and there is some touchy-feely going on in one booth and on the dance floor.
The music is great. As they make you a couple sandwiches, you buy your wife another drink. You catch her eyeing a couple of the men. They are certainly eyeing her.
It’s warm in the bar. You suggest taking her coat. She looks at you strangely.
“You just want to take my clothes off in front of all these guys”, she said, but she was smiling.
She started unbuttoning her coat, stood up and let you take it off her shoulders. She was facing the people on the dance floor, putting on a show. When she sat again on the stool, she crossed her legs slowly. Several of the men watched.
It's a rough draft. I need to edit out passive voice, tense shift, edit point of view, etc., so ignore that. This is a fiction story I wrote for a couple.
You and your wife were driving home one night. The snow was piling up along the highway. You should've left the club earlier given the bad weather, but you were having so much fun.
You'd watched her dance with man after man, teasing them, touching them, feeling their arms and backs.
She was very hot and said you’d better get her home before she pounced on somebody. She laughed when she said that, but she seemed very aroused. You had encouraged her all night long, prompted her to kiss the men she danced with. She never did, but your words seemed to excite her.
“One day I will,” she said, “but I might not be able to stop.”
Now, you are driving home, wishing she'd let things go just a little bit further. The roads are very bad. The car begins to slip and slide. You pull off at a motel.
You get the last room, and ask if the motel has a restaurant. The desk clerk says they are still serving food in the bar. Jessica is dressed in a sexy dancing outfit covered with a long coat.
As you enter the bar, it seems a wild crowd. Not rough or threatening like a biker bar, more like “racy”. As you pass, men eye Jessica openly. Several couples are dancing on the floor, and dancing well. This might be fun. Some people are playing drinking games and there is some touchy-feely going on in one booth and on the dance floor.
The music is great. As they make you a couple sandwiches, you buy your wife another drink. You catch her eyeing a couple of the men. They are certainly eyeing her.
It’s warm in the bar. You suggest taking her coat. She looks at you strangely.
“You just want to take my clothes off in front of all these guys”, she said, but she was smiling.
She started unbuttoning her coat, stood up and let you take it off her shoulders. She was facing the people on the dance floor, putting on a show. When she sat again on the stool, she crossed her legs slowly. Several of the men watched.