Bimbo Bombshell

Mine, was one of those tall round ones that you see in night clubs. No chairs or stools, just a free standing table to set your drinks on while you hit the dance floor, or in this case the karaoke stage.

Her voice, soft and low, effeminate, sultry, floated through the air, breathy and velvet. Her warm breath flowing against my face and neck, and into my ear, sending pleasurable chills, was coupled with the powerful scent of her perfume reaching my nostrils with the same closeness her soft supple skin granted while pressed against mine. "Hey! You're a really good singer! Do you mind if I join you for a drink?"

As I turned my head slightly, the vision of her beautiful face came into focus but for a brief second.Her deep, blue eyes were hypnotic as she leaned in, closing the distance between her lips and mine.


Before I could respond with any utterance, she removed from me (although only temporarily) my ability to speak.

As she began her kiss(I call it "her" kiss, because I was not an unwilling, but rather an unexpecting recipient of her oral assault.

She reached up with one hand, her long manicured fingernails scratching the back of my neck as she ran them through my hair, finally gasping the back of my neck as she drew me closer to her.


Her full, pouty lips pressed against mine. Her warm welcoming mouth was slightly open, with the tip of her tongue darting into my mouth inviting me to join with hers.

"O.K., just go with it ..." I thought to myself, and made by best attempt at not only accepting her kiss, but kissing her back.Nevertheless, It would be safe to say, that I was still somewhat shocked at what was unfolding.


Next, she either tried to bite my lower lip playfully and got carried away. Or intentionally bit down too hard, because I was almost sure my lip was about to start hemorrhaging. I drew in a quick breath. "When, after a moment there wasn't that warm salty taste usually associated with that crimson liquid, I knew my lip would be o.k. "Bitch, that hurt!" I thought to myself as she released my lip, letting out a barely audible, wicked laugh as she pressed her lips back on mine. In a hot second of retaliation, I returned to her the same rough treatment she had just given me, and bit down probably more than a playful manner, at which she only moaned, "Ooh, looks like I've found my tiger for the night."