<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>Leaving the Lounge, Into the Bedroom<br/>With Dannie</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>The feel of her face buried in his neck, her hot breath making his hairs stand on end, was enough to drive Aaron up the wall. His fingers outstretched, he longed to rip the dress from her body. Yet she pulled back, away from him, and for a moment he thought he did something wrong. Her eyes spoke otherwise, though.<br/><br/>"<strong>Aaron, I think I'm going to go upstairs...</strong>" She slowly pulled away, leaving the room, sure to do so slowly so that she could easily be followed by whoever so desired. He wasn't quite sure whether he should follow that moment, or if he should somehow play it cool. Once again he was a bit confused by the social etiquette of the scene. He looked around, noticing things had changed pretty quickly since he began taking in Dannie's neck. New people arrived, the couch with the red head became much more crowded and active...<br/><br/>Aaron stepped forward from the bar and the world tilted once more. Those extra drinks were definitely not a good idea, it seemed. He had to concentrate harder than ever to walk straight, feeling as if he was walking a tight rope or one foot in front of the other on a curb. It took enough concentration that, slowly, his erection began to whither away back to its regular size, his pants no longer outstretched in an obvious manner. He casually passed by the others in the hallway, following Dannie's high-heeled feet up the stairs, making note of where she turned at the top so he'd know where to find her.<br/><br/>The steps seemed to stretch on forever, and every step he climbed it seemed another popped up at the top. Yet he somehow survived the drunken trek, taking a moment to regain his composure as he looked around. It wasn't hard to find the room Dannie entered. It was the only one with an open door and the light on. He continued to focus on walking, stepping into the doorway, smiling as she was sitting at the edge, already waiting.<br/><br/>"Sorry it took me so long to follow," he said, beginning to loosen his tie. "It seems I've had a bit too much to drink." He smiled at her, slipping the tie from his collar. He was about to toss it aside when he paused. He looked about the room, noticing several subtle bits of decoration that could be used to tie someone to the bed post, or a hidden cache of toys beneath the mattress. It seems this room was meant for more than just regular play, or at least was equipped for it. He held the tie in both hands, glancing at it, then back up to her.<br/><br/>"So Dannie," he asked, taking a (more difficult than it should have been) step her way. "What do you think of blind folds?"