Mound Stories

My hips were swaying To the rhythm of the beat The drums were playing Within me I felt the heat As my belly rolled His eyes glittered like gold He carefully watched But never touched I shimmied and I shook As he took a long look I knew what I was doingIn my mind I was screwing As my hips ground round and round I was getting lost in the sound Soon I was seductively dancing At my Knight I was glancing I smiled at him with l...