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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 926689" data-attributes="member: 9167">Antiquities Nightclub, ManhattanWednesday 11th December, 2003Her heart beat faster...slower...faster...body pulsing with each beat - a strobe light spinning out of control.  In every direction more yearning, more suffocation underneath the power of its rhythm - leaving her gasping for more and yet her body floated over the floor in the zenith of its grip.All around her nothing but masses of people writhing in slow motion - frozen with snippets of her glances as Caitlyn sought out the source of her prison - her salvation - with the fingers of her soul.Caught in flashes of the strobe, she spun around step by step - frame by frame, her image threaded its way through the dancers and social gatherers on the mezzanine - threading her way through the music.Black eyes, clear and brillant, echoing the image of a sinuous woman arching her back while she danced with her partner.Lips half parted - but not for air - the soft velvety skin wet with lick of her pink tongue as if to taste every musical note.A flush of delicate cheekbone.The arch of a black brow.The curve of her body running smooth and generously with every undulation, every step foward, every step around.   She could not refuse - and each step became part of a dance, part of a sinous play of muscle beneath skin, skin beneath fabric until she became merely an extension of the song that echoed through the mezzanine.</blockquote>

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