My Soul Got Stuck In Another Person’s Body!!

The studio lights shew brightly and it beautified the club. The disco music was loud and everyone danced.

I stood upstairs as I sipped vodka and watched the surrounding.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Almost all the men present at the club were busy with another man. Either kissing, touching or dancing immorally.

Where the hell was Freddy?

I didn’t feel in the mood to dance so I just drank my vodka, quietly.

I finally saw Freddy.

“Hey!” Freddy called as we saw eachother.

“How’s you been?” He asked as he grabbed my butt cheek.

“I’m good ” I replied, allowing him to touch my ass. It felt good.

“What’s with your bored attitude? I know you’re probably feeling down but don’t worry, I’m here to spice things up ” he said and before I could reply, his lips crashed down on mine.

I opened up quickly for him, trying to get into the mood. I was trying to distract myself from the whole marriage shit that my parents and grandma planned for me.

I kissed him deeply, trying to feel the passion or some sort of desperate craving that I usually felt. I wanted to grip him, hold him, mesh with every hard, muscular angle of his lean, virile length but I didn’t.

I wasn’t feeling any desire for him.

I slowly removed my mouth from his.

“What’s wrong?” He asked

“Freddy, I–”

“I understand” he suddenly said.

I stared at him. Trying to fathom what he meant.

“I know you don’t want us to fuck anymore and I’m chill about it?”

I stared at him. How did he know?

“Freddy ” I began. “you’re a nice guy and all, but I–”

“It’s okay ” he said.  “I enjoyed my time with you. You’re a great lover”

I placed my hand on his shoulder.  “We’re good right?”

“Yes, Harley. We’re cool”

He smiled. “I gotta bounce”

“Leaving so soon?” I asked

“Yeah. I’ll see you around” he said and left.

As I watched him leave, I could tell that he felt awkward. I didn’t want his feelings for me to grow so I had to let him down slowly.

It was the end of my hook up with Freddy. I now had to look for another guy.

As I continued to sip my vodka and watch the horny men, I saw this guy.

I spotted him from upstairs and our eyes locked.

I couldn’t fathom what I felt as I gazed at him

He was gorgeous. Mouth watering gorgeous. I could see his huge biceps from where I stood. He had a handsomely chiselled face and as we stared at eachother, I felt a pool of heat at my cock.

Come to your senses, Harley! I scolded myself as I tore my gaze from his.

I had never felt this reaction to any man at first sight before.

What just happened to me?

I sighed and grabbed my vodka cup, then took a swig.

I now felt tipsy.

“Hey” someone called me and I turned around to see who it was.

I gasped as I saw him

It was the man whom I just had a steamy eye lock with.

I was perplexed.

“What’s up, man. You look like you just saw a ghost” he said

“Hi” I greeted  “I just saw you. How did you get to me so fast?”

“I don’t know” he smiled.  “Maybe I flew ” he said

I stared at him. From up close, he was badly handsome. The kind of men you’ll see in magazine covers. His abs were visible under his transparent singlet and I wanted to touch it. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had never felt this visceral reaction to any guy since my college years.

“So you’re gay, huh?” He asked

“Obviously, why else would I be here?” I laughed nervously

“I’m Jason” he said, extending a hand

“Harley ” I grabbed his hand and shook lightly. Although my hands were calloused, they weren’t compared to his solid hand. I didn’t want to let go.

“I actually came to you to escape from my ex boyfriend” he said

Oh! And here I thought… Wait! What was I thinking? That he was attracted to me?

“That’s fine” I managed

We opted for small talk, just talking about superficial things.

Suddenly, Jason placed his hands on my face.

“Just play along” he said as his gaze darted from me to a guy who seemed to be looking for him.  “Pretend like we are hooking up. My ex boyfriend’s here” he said and before I could register what he meant, his lips crashed down on mine.

Even though he kissed me for the wrong reasons, his kiss was hot, like nothing I’ve felt before.

His tongue swirled and teased with erotic expertise and then he nipped my taut, swollen lip with his teeth, hotly suckling on it. Liquid fire flared and burned unbearably between my trembling thighs.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy staring at us, then he turned and left.

Jason also saw it. That was probably his ex boyfriend. So we slowly disengaged from the kiss.

“My ex is gone” he said

“Yeah” I replied

We stared deeply into each other’s eyes and I felt the sexual tension brewing and choking the atmosphere.

Dropping my head to the side, I turned my face and lifted my mouth, inviting his kiss again with parted lips. He bent without hesitation, nothing tentative in the way he captured my mouth. Thorough and unhurried, he continued to caress me as he took sumptuous possession of my lips.

I ran her fingers into his hair, greeting his tongue with my own, inhibition melted by pure desire.

Excitement spiralled as suddenly as summer lightning between us. Wild, hot and primaeval.

I gasped and wrapped my arms round him and discovered he could once again be the giver of such energising sensation as I  had never dared to dream existed.

He tore his lips from mine. Staring at me, he said

“Do you want to get out of here?”

There was no place I wanted to be, if not with him.

“Yes” I answered.