"No risk, no story"
Omniscient
Atlanta, Georgia
Feb 13th 20xx
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1:59am
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Torrian gripped onto Brooklyn's soft, fully round ass and gave it a nice squeeze, as he carried her into his penthouse. He kicked the front door shut as she pulled him in for a wet kiss. Brooklyn pulled away and looked lustfully into his olive green eyes. She caressed the right side of his face, gripped his chin and placed a kiss on his plump, pink lips. Torrian smiled into the kiss, feeling her body melt into his.
The two had stumbled back from the club, insanely drunk and now ready for a night of fun and pleasure.
"Mmm." She moaned as he sucked on her neck, being sure to leave dark, red love marks on her honey brown skin.
She laughed feeling the tingle from the hickey. "Really?" She said while kissing down his ear and on his neck.
"Got a little carried away." He shrugged
He carried her into his spacious, dark, and moody bedroom and practically threw her on his bed.
Brooklyn quickly sat up on her knees and shot him a seductive smirk. Almost as if she was getting into character.
She danced, swayed her hips and running her hands up and down her small frame. Brooklyn was on clouds. She had shared an edible with Torrian in the uber ride here, so not was she drunk from shots at the bar but she was faded out of her mind as well.
Her body was numb and her mind was blank. It was only sometimes she'd feel this particular high and every time she'd savor it like it was the best, last feeling on earth.
She felt confident, sexy, and fearless. The drank brought out her true self while the cannabis kept her mind at ease. A kick ass combo, she often says.
She danced to the music in her head; Torrian stared at her in awe. She was genuinely so beautiful to Torrian.
So carefree, he thought.
She seemed fun and he liked fun. Brooklyn had enticed him from the moment he first saw her.
The way she confidently approached him at that club. The way she mindlessly seemed to seduce him on the spot. They way she looked at him, almost as if she were claiming him as hers right then and there.
That sexy ass body; thick in all the right places. And the way that fitted brown mini dress defined her curves.
*flashback*
Torrian eyed the girl, slowly making her way towards him. Watching her step one foot in front of the other... her curvy hips swaying to the slow beats of RB&B blasting on the speakers. He admired how that deep brown dress hugged her body just right. Those long, smooth legs.
Everything about her was perfect to him.
And the fact that she's approaching him.
It was like a sign.
He came here to go home with some pussy. Yeah, my nigga was horny. And call him a lowlife but yes he was at the club looking for something to take home. It's been a minute, and all his hoes seemed to be unavailable.
A nigga gots to do what a nigga gots to do.
He wanted her already and they hadn't even exchanged an interaction yet. He watched her as he took slow sips from the glass, halfway filled with his favorite...
