My own fantasy!

Most days I listen to men telling me their fantasy tales. I thought that today I would tell you about one of mine. I hope this is ok.

As readers of this blog will know, I love to dance. I love to dance salsa. I even attend salsa classes.

Well, it is a Saturday night. The salsa club opens at 11pm. At 9pm I shower and decide what clothes I am going to wear. I decide on a short skirt and blouse that reveals much of my breasts. I decide on lingerie that a vey good friend has just bought me.

I then shower. I soap my body well and dream that it is not my hands that are soaping me all over. I then make myself up. I decide on my make up. Not too much, but something to highlight my eyes. My eyes reveal my inner thoughts. And I want them to be understanding my inner thoughts tonight.

At 10.30 I leave home. I am excited. I already have salsa music in my head. The beat is strong and intoxicating.

I arrive at the salsa club and the place is packed. The music is loud and already there are many people on the dance floor gyrating in a very provocative way.

I move to an area where some of my dance school sit. There are a few faces I know and we greet each other. A man who I have danced with before pulls me onto the dance floor. His movements are strong and confident. He moves me around with a passion he has not showed before. His hands glide over my waist and I also feel the back of his hand slide over my behind.

 He does not look at me. I move with his signals and we seem as one. I can smell his fresh sweat and it excites me. Now and agin his chest touches my breasts and I suddenly feel electric. Although he does not look at me I know he is excited. I can feel his cock growing inside his trousers.

Around us other couples dance in spectacular style. They twist and turn in unison and the music holds each and everyone of us in a trance. Suddenly however, the room darkens and I notice that I am the only female dancer on the dance floor. The male dancers remain. I am moved from partner to partner. Each one holds me tight and touches me sedcutively. I can smell their sex and their passion and my hands fly into the air as if to indicate that I am open and vacant.

My body seems at one with the music and I suddenly realise that my breasts have been freed from their enclosure. My nipples are erect and when I move from dancer to dancer they are kissed and caressed. The room darkens and although I am a little afraid I am also very excited. Hands appear from nowhere and I am guided from arm to arm. As I move around I touch erect cocks. They stand to attention for me. I feel powerful and dominant but also placcid and malleable.

As I move to one pair of arms I am turned roughly so my backside gyrates against his erect cock. His hand moves down my breasts and falls to my skirt. He roughly pulls up my skirt to reveal my knickers. They are moist and it is obvious that I am aroused and my cunt is welcoming!

The room is pitch black now and I can only see hands and cocks when they are very close. I don't know how many hands or cocks but there are many. And I am pleased there are many.

Salsa music plays and I fuck to the music. My fucking is like a dance and I move from partner to partner freely and with simple and well orchestrated movement. I am at one with the world. I want and I feel wanted.

Now this has never happened and will probably never happen. I would be too frightened. But it is an exciting fantasy.

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