Like A Moth To A Flame

I nearly lost myself in Tasnim again. I am supposed to be furious at her, but yet I cannot keep my hands off her. I don't know whom we are both trying to fool, we are meant to be, it is time we stop our foolishness.

But if I thought her foolishness would not get any worse, I am bound to witness how she pulls a chair onto the stage, now this is something that she has never done before, but she has pulled what could possibly one of the most attractive men in this place at present onto the stage. Now if that was not enough, she is grinding that perfect pear-shaped ass into his groin for me to see. And god, what is even worse is the damn fuck is loving every minute of it. I can, from where I am sitting, hear how he is moaning and she, she is only but smiling.