“I don’t dance,” a voice declared over my shoulder.
I had been watching the writhing bodies before me, the air heavy with all manner of emissions, imagining that I was getting drunk faster on their display than whatever was in the drink in my hand. It was hot, and the heat derived from several sources. One of them was that voice: low, rough, velvet and leather and thick like potent whiskey, it made me flush. My skin tingled as if he’d actually touched me.
“Any kind of dance?” I asked, not turning to look at the speaker.
The music was all bass and throbbing suggestion, demanding the participants grind and clutch at one another as if drowning. It didn’t tease or promise so much as insist upon collision.
“It’s not dancing to me, it’s -”
I leaned into the body behind me, felt it relax, smelled traces of lust and warmth, and agreed. It was easy to lose oneself in sex, the merging of two distinct bodies into one grasping fleshy bundle of need and want.
“But do you have rhythm?” I asked. “Do you have timing?”
A noise like a growl, the sound waves shimmering against my ear and my throat.
“No. But the demon inside me does.”
About the Artist:
Lesley Anne Ivory is a legendary feline painter who has illustrated more than 40 books. Born in 1934 in Luton, Bedfordshire, UK., her ‘Ivory Cats’ – highly detailed studies of cats on rich and decorative backgrounds – have been popular on merchandise for over three decades. With a family of cats from which to select her models, she paints constantly.
Visit her online at: www.IvoryCats.co.uk
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