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Walkin' Tall in My Boots
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Walkin' Tall in My Boots So, there I was dancing to Soul Biscuit, a local cover band, at a cool, old tavern, swaying and cocking my hips, shimmying my shoulders. Those, plus the jazz square, are the only dance moves I learned from a couple years of dance classes. But, I was rockin' them pretty well if I do say so myself. I was wearing my favorite green cowboy boots with a skirt that swings. Not swinging that skirt too high because, well, as I am wont to do, I wasn't wearing any panties.  A gentleman sashayed up next to me. At least I thought he was a gentleman until he slapped my ass. I had given him the merest of smiles, which I did not intend to signify "Hey, Daddy, I'm a bad girl. Wanna spank me?" That's an invitation I do offer but only to those whose hands I choose to smack my tender flesh. As he says all kinds of nasty things in my ear about what a Filthy Fuck Toy I am. You get the idea, I imagine. So, I slipped outside for a few moments to regroup and fix what might have been a wardrobe malfunction. The tie on my skirt was loose, and I was a little nervous that the skirt might simply slide off. The same gentleman, oh, I'd guess he was about 65, gray hair, standing eye to eye with me in my boots, wearing a plaid, nicely pressed shirt and jeans, swaying slightly probably because he was drunk, walked up to me, rubbed my arm, smacked my ass again and started telling me how he has a house on the beach and a girlfriend but she's crazy and he needs a sane one. Interestingly, I've heard this kinda story before about how the guy's wife just died and he had no idea she was a Dominatrix and now he needs someone else to financially control him. It's a scam to keep a delightful woman (myself) talking to him on the phone while he wanks off. I'm over that story. I nodded, and he moved closer to me. I moved close to his ear and whispered, "I'm going to say this once, politely. Do not ever smack my ass again." He nodded and moved away. Succinct, sane and safe. And then I went back inside and continued to enjoy dancing with my own bad self. {=}{=}{=} BiPolyBabe69 |
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Slick looking boots you have there, I always liked the cockroach killers, ha ha the pointed toe was supposed to be good for getting bugs in a corner. Ha ha 😊 sounds like you also handle your self real well, always a plus. Anything worth doing is worth doing right
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i love your response. point without slapping his face. personally i think the face slap would have been more appropriate since he slapped first.
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I might have said, touch me again motherfucker and I call the cops. but you're a better person than I am You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Now that's how you treat an uppity over forward drunk. Well done. I hope you enjoyed the rest of your dancing evening. Bud Always Ready for Fun.
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12/18/2020 5:34 pm |
Wow, that sounds like C. S. Tavern on a Sunday afternoon (I did not want to completely name it). As a dancer I have great fun there, even though the floor is super small, the crowd "Crowds" the dance floor, and most people can't dance. When life starts again I will be on the lookout for green boots and ask for a dance. Since I do Lindy Hop Swing I will touch you, but always appropriately. I was learning Tango before COVID, but it is gone from my head, so will need to start over. I love any excuse to grab dinner there, even though the choices for me as a vegetarian is slim.
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